Null Existence
6. Knight, Mr. Princess and Ice Coffee
A long time ago, that was a boy. He lives in an uninhabited city, in a house that is no longer inhabited, in a family that no longer exists, where everything is lost, and everything is possible.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who was no longer there. They created a thousand games. For her she is the queen and she is the king.
Under the summer sun, her black hair glistened like a crown. They created the world in small pieces, and when the sky became dark, the two parted with ink patches on their fingers.
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“Mas Rangga, if this quote I use in the tasks we do, suitable ndak ya?” Laras asked while thrusting the ledger to Rangga.
Rangga grabbed the book by Robert Kiyosaki that Laras proffered it and examined the contents of the page. Actually a little forcing the quote Laras trying to use against the title he wrote,
“It looks like it needs a little paraphrase deh Yas. But it can still be like, after all, just an addition, and the time to mepet,” replied Rangga.
Actually, Rangga did not plan to study with Laras tonight, but after thinking about it, after all, Nina half kicked him out when he checked into the meeting room earlier. Plus, the Princess herself had said that the Prince would pick her up tonight.
After all, his office sedan was still parked in the Swarnadipa Tower, if needed he could go there immediately without eating a lot of time. Running only takes 5 minutes for him.
All the worries that were spilled by Ms. Elsa after lunch seemed to be excessive paranoia.
Apparently after being contacted, Laras said that their plan was canceled for various reasons, but he had already left. Finally Rangga proposed to meet at this place.
Baras came riding a motorcycle after Maghrib, wrapped in a green jacket and dark blue jeans, as well as a backpack containing a ledger and also a laptop.
“You don't work, tumben don't wear uniform?” ask Rangga.
“I'm the morning shift, Mas. So finished at 2pm,” replied Laras.
“Mas Rangga, want to order a drink,” Baras Baras.
“Coffee again,”
The study session starts after the order comes. Rangga actually has not touched his own task at all, he hopes by helping Laras do at least get an overview of Essay like what he will write for his Management lecture. At the very least, tomorrow he may not need overtime because Saturday is only half a day of work.
Every few tens of minutes, he looked at the clock on his phone. Check in case there was a call of duty from the Princess.
“Mas Rangga no promise?” tanya Laras who observed the restlessness of Rangga.
“In fact no, just been here all nganter boss, who knows suddenly ask to pick up.” said Rangga.
“If the job is nothing, I am in stay, later the boss is angry loh.”
“It seems there is no kok, no message tuh.” Rangga showed me his phone screen.
After 1930 he thought his services were no longer needed.
Mr. Puteri may have been picked up by the Prince Lamborghini, has crossed out to an elite special expensive nightclub where in one corner of Jakarta. Ajo was right, their castes were both too different.
It's almost 2100 p.m. Trays of paper and empty coffee cups have been marginalized for a long time, books and laptops displacing the entire space on the table. Rangga returned the book that the barrel thrust when his phone vibrated.
Whatsapp messages in.
Rangga, you dimn? Bu Dyahnyariin??!! – Ajo
I was in his office deck bang, again looking for a drink.- Rangga.
Where, bruan sought Bu Dyah there, WA guw doi from earlier! – Ajo
Ok – Rangga.
“Laras, Mas Rangga like it first, just this bosnyariin,” said Rangga, saying goodbye to Laras. A new Whatsapp message followed.
Rangga, where you are, I have finished since. – Unknown number.
Rangga touched her profile picture chart and was surprised, Nina, this wretched Rangga thought. He tried to calm down.
I'm still nearby, Miss Dyah, sorry. Ms. Elsa asked me to wait, but I think mom does not need to be picked up home. – Rangga.
At the opposite corner of the room, Nina opened a reply message from Rangga. His lips sneered, he typed as fast as lightning.
Then why are you still near here, if you really want to wait for me, yes wait in the Lobby, do not disappear. You can't work! – Nina.
Yes Bu Dyah, I did wait, but I think Mom will go home with mom's boyfriend? – Rangga.
Said who!? – Nina
Mother who said earlier. – Rangga.
Nina sucked hard Ice Coffee orders newly delivered waitress, then immediately grabbed her phone when it vibrated on the table. Reply from Rangga. His face was now riled up, dragged the contents of the glass tightly while his fingers tapped on the screen hard.
I said MuNGKIN!!! Not sure. – Nina.
Woe to the twelve cries of Rangga in the heart.
I'll be there soon Bu Dyah – Rangga
Whatever! – Nina.
“Laras, Mas first yes, be careful rumah” Rangga say goodbye and immediately exit the door near their table, without having time to reply to the exclamation of Laras. The girl was dumbstruck before finally clearing her bag.
Fast as lightning Rangga ran through the courtyard of the restaurant, zigzagged among pedestrians on the sidewalk of the road, and darted towards the crossing stairs. His steps were clamoring on the floor of the crossing bridge, the phone in his pocket was shaking again by the incoming message. Rangga half leaped down the stairs in the opposite lane while reading the contents of Bu Elsa's long message nagging her.
Half-cursed his second folly today. Rangga did not think how everything became tangled like this. Didn't Nina herself say she was going to be picked up by her boyfriend, or Rangga who was too emotional and misunderstood her point?
He put it aside first and sped up his run. A few minutes later he was in the courtyard of the Swarnadipa Tower Lobby. The building is almost empty, only a few lights on some floors are still alive.
“Who to look for?” ask the security guard.
“It's done, Sir?” Rangga turned around asking, half shouting.
“Already, it has returned home around 8 hours ago mas,” replied the Security.
Rangga's heart seemed to be dislodged to hear it. It was almost an hour ago.
“Bu Dyah, already home sir, anyone pick up?” ask Rangga.
“Sudah Mas, but it was not picked up, I saw the way there,” the Security pointed towards Rangga came, towards the row of shophouses fast food restaurants where he and Laras spent time.
Rangga wondered if they were at odds on the road, or indeed Nina had gone home in a taxi. Regardless of which one, he needed to confirm directly.
He tried to call back Nina repeatedly, her number was off. Whatsapp calls are not connected. Only two things occurred to him, Nina's phone battery ran out, or her number was already blocked.
His knees felt a little weak, he was resigned if scolded tomorrow.
Still leaning on her stool, Nina smiled knotingly seeing the batik-shaped figure disappear in the middle of the sidewalk crowd a few minutes ago. Grasped his phone tightly in the chest. As hard as Rangga tried, his number would not be able to be contacted.
There is a kind of satisfaction for what he did just now, as if Rangga did something that disturbed his mood all day and now he felt his actions. He giggled inwardly at how Rangga was clapping running away leaving his girlfriend in a panic. The girl who was left behind looked confused.
Her mood slightly improved, after a day of being upset and getting worse after an afternoon meeting, but now Nina can laugh loosely behind the back of her left arm, both of her shoulders shaking little.
“It looks very cool anyway, whereas earlier he said bete?” nathan's distinctive voice shocked Nina. Suddenly his girlfriend was there, still in her work suit.
“Ah, no,” reply Nina, now has mastered herself.
“You're home now, Miss Beautiful?” bargain Nathan.
“Yuk!” answer Nina.
Both of them came out of the fast food restaurant to the parking lot, Lamborghini luxury Nathan waiting, people were amazed by the look of the expensive car, the car was expensive, and then as understood when he saw the figure of Nina and Nathan driving it. A pair of beautiful lovebirds as if both are television drama characters who live in dunianyata.
The barrel drove slowly with her motorbike past them as Nina half-swung the door, closely watching her join the night traffic.
“Your introduction?” ask Nathan.
“Not, wrong person,” replied Nina, then stepped inside. Leaning on the luxurious and comfortable seat was his mind running back and forth. His gaze looked up and glared at the sky of Jakarta.
A metallic blue sedan appears to slow its pace across the opposite lane in the opposite direction.
Once upon a time a boy loved a girl, and her laughter was a mystery she wanted to decipher for the rest of her life.
