Let Time Talk

Say my name, I'll come

That night I was busy with my laziness in the room.

"Tumben mas Ryan is not patient." I thought while tinkering at my cellphone which was silent a thousand languages.

Could this be called jealousy, when the man we like is with his mother all day? Yep..Lord, Kinan.ngapain also jealous mother, should be jealous tuh same spoiled bohey chick and always stick in the arms of your lover!!

"Adryan Syahputra.." I saw the photo on his phone "I'm kangeeeeen..."

But my prestige was too great to contact him first. Because I don't think a girlfriend has enough right to be possessive.

Soon, I faintly heard the voice of my father from the porch of the house.

" Just a minute, you call me..."

Indeed, from a long time ago, my father often spent the time in the room, enjoying the crowds of the street in front of our house. The difference is now without a mother who accompanies. Since the mother's departure five years ago, her health condition has also gone up and down because her heart has long been problematic, requiring regular control once a month.

"Kinan.ada want Ryan in front of me." call dad in front of my room.

"Yes father..severa" I tidied my hair and clothes, did not forget I grabbed the instant veil and then I stepped with a heart of flowers. The person I missed, right now is in front of my eyes.

"Assalamualaikum, Kinan.." it seemed to contain a spell that could remove the cloud from my heart.

"Waalaikum greetings, mas.." I smiled at him, while muffling the happiness in the heart. If I don't hold it, I can jump right now.

"We are touched by yuk." she asked, then turned around and stepped out of the living room.

Why is he the one like the yak host!?!

I finally got behind her body.

"The filler was like your father's before." he said as he poured himself into the long chair of bamboo. There was a sigh that signaled a sense of relief because apart from being tired of his busyness today.

"I think very tired well.should rest at home aja mas" I saw him close his eyes, enjoying the comfortable position of lying down the long chair.

I was sitting in a chair separate from where I was. My eyes turned when I saw a small package at a small table beside me.

"What the hell.." I looked at the package a little, and I lifted it off the table.

" Good from camer.." he said as he confirmed the seat cushion and changed the sideways position facing me while showing off his handsome smile.

" Uh..Flossroll Solo? Are you from Solo mas? So I misheard ya, when you said you want to take your mother to Semarang...?"I looked at his tired face in confusion.

He nodded his head. Then, there is miss information. He said his fellow tourist in Karyadi turned out to be in Moewardi Solo. Actually babysitting arisan mothers more flattering than toddlers. Many want.

Once again Mas Ryan sighed, looking at me who was holding back a laugh imagining him being bullied by his mother.

" Patient, her name is also mother. Your mother must have shown off to her friends, had a patient and obedient child .."ledekku

I also grabbed him while crashing him with a chair cushion. And she laughed at my reaction.

"Look down, my mom knows that I belong to someone, who my sister promoted. I really want my sister to get married, because she is old enough.when she is like a Korean idol, there should be many who like. Fortunately you don't want to know my family first, afraid you'd prefer my brother.."

" Is your sister really cute? But you should know if I like a sweet black guy, a little rancid papa, loyal origin.." I said while glancing at him.

Ryan was still staring, making me feel wrong.

"Alhamdulillah, your type I really Ki.."

" Heleh, the pedenya do not height mas, ntar fell ill loh..."

He laughed broadly while scratching his head.

Even if it was just a conversation like this, I was already very happy. What I fear is that he feels bored, because I am only a home child who rarely hangs out like other slang girls.

When Ryan went home, I drove him to the yard where his black motorcycle was parked.

"Ki..."

"Hmmm.."

"May I call you deck?"

I also looked surprised at him.

" Why mas? Do you want to be my sister?"

"Look, he wants to be your priest..."

"But I already have a father who is my priest..."

"So keep avoiding, just be careful if it's halal, I'llikin until asking for forgiveness..."

I shuddered to hear it.

Ryan chuckled to see me glare. Then he put on a helmet and started the engine.

" Good sleep on deck, Assalamualaikum." she said goodbye to me.

" Greetings waalaikum." I said as I waved, as he began to speed.

I turned around and stepped back into the house with a smile of my own remembering our conversation earlier.

I think I should calm my heart so as not to over admire the man. Yeah, I can only try, because it seems like he always manages to make me flowery with his attitude towards me.