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Until Midnight

Renzana Alcatraz

Our conversation was not interrupted. There was just what we were talking about even though Kanya's voice sounded hoarse withstanding drowsiness. Every now and then he had not even made a sound at all and heard his delicate breath on the other end of the phone. Then respond to my question or statement with a sentence that is completely incompatible with what I am talking about. However, when I asked her to sleep, she insisted on saying that she was not yet sleepy and still wanted to talk to me.

"Sleep, Kanya. It's midnight."

"Heemmm .. I don't want to sleep. Rarely can talk with Mas Araz until this long."

"Hey, tomorrow you have to move again."

"Yes, but I told you, I want to talk to Mas Araz first. Plis yes, Mas."

Kanya persisted with her wish and I could only smile in response to the woman's request. Rarely did he behave spoiled. Even during this time he was more often awkward and shy every time he was with me. Who could ignore him if this was the case?

"Yes, I'm with you until you fall asleep" I said in the end.

Kanya's laughter was heard from the other end of the phone. He cheered like a kid who got a new toy. His attitude provoked laughter. I never knew if there was a child in that woman's body.

"That's great, like?" I can't hide my laughter.

"I told you, I rarely get to talk to Mas Araz until midnight anyway. So I'm going to do well this time."

"Yes, yes, as long as Dinda is happy, Kakanda is happy too" I said making Kanya laugh.

"What the hell, Mas. Araz doesn't have a poem to read anymore?"

"Well, someone's hooked on being read a poem. What if I sing a song, but you promise to sleep. There is no reason to talk until midnight. How's it?"

"Can Araz sing?"

"Well, although not as bright as the Son, it can make you flower."

Kanya held back a smile. "Mas Araz is no longer a talent show to look cooler than Putra, right?"

Kanya's question made me wonder. To be honest there was a little bit of a feeling of wanting to show that woman, if I could also be cooler than Son. But who wants to admit it? I'm too proud to confess to Kanya.

"No. No one wants to be considered cooler than anyone" I said. It seems like Kanya can't believe that, seeing her response that only laughs at me. "Kok laughing anyway, why?"

"No, who knows, Mas Araz wants to look cool more than anyone."

"Do you think I look cool in your eyes?"

The woman was silent. Long enough until he finally said, "No, Mas Araz isn't cool, but charismatic. How about it, if it's cool, it's only limited to its appearance, but if Mas Araz is cool it's emanating from the inside. It's like inner beauty. So it looks more charismatic than just cool. Moreover, when reading poetry, it seems to increase twice the level of charisma."

Kanya's voice returned clear as she said that to me. I even became suspicious if the woman fell asleep while talking as usual.

"She, you're not sleeping anymore, are you?"

"Well, even said to be asleep. No Mas, I just realized 100 percent."

"Well, so big of a head if I'm praised like that."

"No compliments, Mom. It's reality. You know, Mas Araz sat quietly on the park bench, not until five minutes, must have been a lot of amazed."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I should be jealous because Mas Araz is loved by many."

"Eh, is this a confession?"

"No, it's a splice because Mas Araz likes a lot of people," Kanya said as she revealed it.

Your smile. It turns out, secretly the woman can be jealous too. It was only fitting that he was so upset when he met Bella. I told you that I and Doctor Bella had nothing to do but a professional relationship.

Well, even though I used to feel a different thump when I was with him. It's just that the pseudo feeling of a boy who just stepped on a teenager. After all, Bella's doctor never considered me more than a patient and a child. Even though my height is getting more and more every time I meet him.

"Araz is silent? Not sleeping, is it?"

"No, I'm just interpreting your splice. It's about right is just a hitch or there's something implied."

"Help the answer?"

"It's not just an excuse, but something else is implied" I said, making Kanya grunt.

"What is implied? Must know, Mas Araz."

"Well, if you can be pretentious, I'm guessing you're jealous."

Smile again on my lips. It turns out she's so adorable to talk about how I'm loved by so many people, she said. My heart feels warm. Is this what it feels like, if someone is jealous when we are close or even just admired by others? There was a little bit of pride and happiness that I couldn't explain in words. This is how it really is about love.

"That's it, you're the only one I love, Kanya. So there's no need to worry that I'll be taken by someone else."

"Hemmm .. well, I wouldn't worry if Mas Araz was taken by another person, but sometimes jealous like to digress and don't want to know the place. Sukanya ngawur."

"I guess it's kind of like quenching again, huh?" my God suddenly made Kanya speechless.

"Not bad, either, Mas. Mas Araz might be the baper one," Kanya said then made me laugh. It feels that with women all kinds of forms lara can be laughter. "Well, let's keep talking until Mas Araz doesn't sing a song for me, right?"

His words always provoke laughter. If only the woman was in front of me, I would have pinched the tip of her nose which always makes me anxious.

"Yes, what song do you want?"

"Hemmm .. who described me in Mas Araz's eyes."

I pondered a little with Kanya's statement. A song that describes him in my eyes? There's actually a song. There are so many songs that describe the woman. But can the song touch his heart as it touches mine?

"Mass?"

"Okay, listen to this song. You may be a little foreign, but you may have heard of it. Hemm .. but I'm sure you've heard it."

"Just try to sing."

I grabbed Hanung's guitar, which the man had brought to the office for entertainment during the launch earlier this week. My fingers pressed the guitar strings and plucked it gently. The intro song Getir Becomes Laughter If I own The Rain I kicked while muttering.

I never forget

The first time

Struggling to choose words

Just to greet him

Recorded in memory

What a lovely afternoon

Heard her crisp laugh

Dive into his heart

And drown there

To him

I am willing to rewrite my dreams

Getir becomes a laugh when I am using it

Recorded in memory

What a lovely afternoon

Heard her crisp laugh

Dive into his heart

And drown there

To him

I am willing to rewrite my dreams

Getir becomes a laugh when I am using it

On the other end of the phone the sound of Kanya's breathing began to sound soft. His smooth snoring indicates that he is starting to fall asleep in his sleep. A smile expands on my lips. His face was peaceful in the woman's sleep.

"Good night, Kanya. Have a good dream. I love you" I said before turning off the phone call.

After my conversation with Kanya, I lay down my body and arm in arm while staring at the ceiling of the room. Of all the events that happened today, only my conversation with Kanya was the most memorable.

Especially when he recited a poem belonging to Phutut EA that whether he knew or not, if I idolized him. The book Kanya read, I have read it dozens of times since I first bought it. Not bored and never bored. And it felt more and more unable to get bored after hearing Kanya read it. The woman's voice was still clearly recorded in my mind.

A smile still lingered on my lips even though my conversation with Kanya had ended half an hour ago. I don't think tonight I want to be shut down. Enjoying the flowery feeling that floats in my eye pelupuk. Failed my plan to check the proposal that Lea had submitted. Ah, let it be. Anything else can wait.