RANIA 'God's Destiny Makes Me Cry In Pelaminan'
Land coffee
My name is Rania, I attended one of the private universities in Yogyakarta. I could be stranded in Yogya for a reason. Not purely my choice.
I first set foot here in 2005. Coming from a small town in the southern part of Sumatra province, I initially felt like a lost child in Yogya, alone, at a cost, away from the elderly. Ah, I really can't imagine how I can go about my next days. But it was not as difficult as I imagined, the proof is that I stayed here, until this moment.
"Woy Ramen daydreams, "Via my roommate broke my daydream. Yeah, he called me Ramen.
"Shock me, a long time to perpus doang, can not the book sought?"
"Ora ki, maybe some more in the yo guy, don't I buy it?" her question asked for my consideration.
"Yes is important, and can make a long-term, buy it. Rather than waiting for the pushy, you don't know when the reverse is."
"Yo wes Ran, send me to the Bookstore later abis maghrib."
I remember, after Maghrib, I had an appointment with Farhan mas for the first ground coffee. I don't want to delay that. I wonder about her figure.
"Well, if this abis maghrib I can't vi, I have an appointment with someone, tomorrow piye?"
"Weeeeh, Ramen noodles make everyone's appointment? Wh who? Tumbens."
Yes, Via knows best how I am, of the many boarding friends, he is one of the most familiar with me. I sleep together, sometimes in my room, sometimes in my room.
Often minjemin each other money if the delivery ortu late coming, often confide in about anything. Anyway he's a boarding friend who doubles up as a friend.
"Well, you know me, you know me on the radio" I replied, bowing in shame.
"Huh? Hahahaha, kaaan kemakan own talk, jare lebay, alay, less gawean, nyari temen kok by radio, on campus yo much, it turns out," he nodded in a loud voice and made some of the people sitting there look at us.
"Sssst, don't be so loud. Shame on people to eat."
"Are you funny, since when did you join an acquaintance show over the radio like that? You will often ngece me mak I tell about the program. How now you are horrified, follow, eeee has been met and want to meet again. I just got a new SMS and call doang," he's still grimy without giving me a chance to talk.
"I was a prank at that time, no matter why I listened to the program, usually never did not see if you know yourself anyway, and somehow I'm interested in the one name mentioned by the same broadcaster, yaudah I just a catet number, continue the prank do not contact, eh even continue until now, and today he did not meet," obviously to him.
"What's her name? How long have you known him?"
"There are, like, three months."
"What's? Three months? How do I not know? How do you not tell me, iisssh sopo jenenge?"
"When I tell you his name, you know, before this every time you tell me about the program, I always ngece, you know, continue now test-ujug I even get acquaintances from there, yo I'm embarrassed to want the story."
"Hahaha, so men Ramen, don't come from ngece something now you are anyway," he sneered.
"Wes ah, I want to go home to the boarding house, take a shower. Abis maghrib will go, "I replied as I passed from the bringer
After the Maghrib prayer, I prepared to leave. Jeans, black shirts let's not look fat, a little powder, and lipgloss.
The typical ringtone of kolopaking suddenly rang from my HP.
"Dec, are you ready? Not picking up now, is it?" incoming messages from mas Farhan.
"Okay, don't wait," I replied.
While waiting for the arrival of mas farhan, I also did not move from the front of the glass, I see something less huh? do you think the pantes are gini? powder me stupid, right? lipgloss I'm not stuck. Yeah, I'm afraid my sightings are embarrassing. Honestly, my heart is nervous like people want to be charged a debt, deg-deg an. Hopefully this meeting will be smooth, fine, lest he leave me on the side of the road because my form is not in accordance with his shadow.
"Dec, I'm here, I'll wait in front."
"Okay, just a minute."
And I came out, I saw he was still on his big bike, the tiger bike. Still wearing helmets, masks and gloves. Not looking at his face at all. But from his posture he looks tall, the black jacket he wears makes him look cool too.
"Farhan," he introduced himself once more, this time in person, hand-picking to invite me to shake hands.
"Rania," welcome me, smiling.
Our hands are both cold and wet.
Is he just like me too?
"Monggo deck, go up, we find a place to chat," he asked.
I had a little trouble getting on that bike, it was too high for me. And again he made me nervous, as he thrust out his hand so that I could make a grip to support my short body. For what? She smells so good!!
And finally the motor drove. I didn't know where he was taking me, and somehow I wasn't worried or scared, going with someone I just knew, and until the bike has gone far enough I don't know what his face looks like.
All the way we were just silent, there was no talk, because he was riding his bike at a speed high enough for me, 80 - 100 km/h.
Finally we arrived somewhere, Bukit Bintang Wonosari.
I swear, it was my first time there, because the place was quite far from my cost, the winding road and uphill made me never interested in coming to him, because I was easily dizzy. But today no, I'm not dizzy, I'm not nauseous, I'm happy.
When he wanted to get off the bike again he thrust his hand to hold me, so that I would not fall. Don't ask, my heart's getting crazier. I don't know what his face looks like.
And at that moment I noticed her opening her gloves, helmet, then her mask. Without blinking. And when that face was plastered in front of my eyes. This heart is getting out of control, there is a heart sound that seems to want to shout a word.
"MasyaAllah"...
