Let Time Talk

First meeting

Kunyamankan my sitting position while in an ice shop ala garden.

Mas Ryan picked me up after finishing college with his favorite black motorcycle and before coming home we stopped by an ice shop that was across the street a stadium in our city. Although always crowded by young people, but the place is still comfortable to just unwind.

As usual, Ryan asked me: "Where are we?"

I always say: "Where, if there's ice .."

And we ended up stranded here. Ordering ice and enjoying our time together which is rarely met.

Mas Ryan an architect who joined the contractor company "Arcadesign" in the city of Semarang, because that's the only weekend like this we can meet.

"Your eyes made me melt, Ki." she said as she caught me staring at her.

" Iisshh.." said I blushed, for some reason even though our relationship was long enough, I was still ashamed as if I had just known him.

"I'm just wondering, don't you have a sense of tired mas, use pick me all. Not tomorrow at dawn, you have to go back to Semarang..Is his family finished?" kataku later.

As long as I know this man who owns my heart, I know he's a light-handed man even though it's kitchen, he's used to it.

Mas Ryan is the adopted son of a wealthy widow who is still a distant relative of her father. Her biological parents died in an accident when she was eight years old. Since then she has lived with her mother and foster brother who is three years old.

Although only an adopted child, his mother did not distinguish at all in treating him with her fellow male adoptive brother. The three of them loved each other like they were bound by blood.

I am grateful that he accepted me for who I am. Including my rather rigid thinking. All this time I had never wanted to be introduced to his family, before he asked permission to propose to my father.

Actually he already had enough savings to ask me, but I still want to continue college which was delayed a year ago. After all, she was only twenty-five years old, and she once said she hoped her brother would get married before us.

"My tired paid off after meeting you, Ki.." he said as he pulled the corner of his lips.

Even though I was used to the conversation, my heart would not have rippled to hear it.

"Some of us can only meet once a week, even now I have to give up on your college time." he said again.

Mas Ryan, a boy who managed to make me fall in love. He respected all of my decisions, including my request to have a healthy relationship and take care of each other. Since there was no physical contact, we looked like sisters, my office friends said.

I never forgot my first meeting with him.

I was on my way from Aunt Esti's house in Magelang on the bus. From Magelang the bus stops at Semarang terminal and must change the bus to Semarang-Surabaya destination.

I saw my watch.

" It's still two o'clock." I muttered.

After finding a bus that looked comfortable, I also sat in the second seat from the front, close to the window.

That day it was a bit dim, I looked up at the sky through the bus window, a thin cloud hanging over there.

Shortly after, several people got on the bus. One of them chose the seat next to me. A man in a hat, with a large, heavy-looking backpack on his leg.

I didn't care, and my eyes were still busy watching the water droplets that began to decorate the window. I got my body, because it came into contact with the arm of the man next to me.