RANIA 'God's Destiny Makes Me Cry In Pelaminan'

Introduce With Him

"88.7 Fm I radio jogjaaaaa, meet again Meli here, the most hot broadcaster of the century, bla bla..." I heard the chatter of my favorite radio broadcaster began its broadcast.

My name is Rania, I who had been closed and lying on my stomach on the bed was finally starting to open my eyes, these college tasks stress me and feel very tired.

"Tonight for anyone who wants SMS to I radio daaan hope to get acquaintances, monggo well. Just include the address and year of birth, as well as the phone number that can be approximately in contact." the voice of Meli the central announcer still echoed in my room.

Yeah, I love listening to the radio, from morning until morning again. My radio is just off when I go to college, almost all the kids boarding here like it and always turn on their radio every day.

I looked at the wall clock in the room, showed at 23:00 wib, and I got up to clean up all the books and paper assignments scattered on the floor.

"OK, then who else wants to send SMS, who knows if anyone is interested in your phone number, keep calling you, acquaintances, ihiirr who knows your soul mate, let's hunt, hunt off nih." The announcer continued to invite listeners to participate.

Yes, it's a kind of friend search program that, later ends kopdar, and continues to be friends or even someone can date, rumors anyway.

Suddenly my ears caught one of the names mentioned by the announcer and somehow I was interested in taking down the HP number mentioned, padahaaal have heard this program hundreds of times and have never been interested at all, I think like a lack of work is haha.

"Farhan, 1980, prambanan, 0819-0404-xxxx, okay next."

Hurry up and I take down the number, Farhan. I don't know why I was interested in hearing that name and had time to save the number, what was I thinking? I don't know.

I also went out of the room, to the bathroom, cleaned my face, hands, and feet before going to bed.

After everything was done I went into the room again, while I slept open HP, I checked the number I had saved.

Sms, no, sms, no. Ah, I'm going back and forth, texting or not. Anyway why the heck I really spespetnya nyimpen that number, for what I acquaintance with people via radio like this, pardon deh very less work.

Oh yes, it was 2009, so there was only sms, and calls. There is no chat application whatsapp, line, and others like now.

Finally I undo my intention to sms him that night, it was too late, not pantes it feels like women at night sms this man and invites him to get acquainted, what he said later.

The next day I moved as usual, at 08.00 wib lecture, until the completion of all campus activities, and at 16.00 wib back to the boarding house.

I am a rather closed person, my friend is not much, can be counted fingers, and the most familiar are only friends one boarding course, he said, which happens to be some that are one class and one faculty with me.

That night after dinner with the other boarding children, I went straight into the room and turned on the radio. There were other listener requestant love songs, and I enjoyed them while checking my phone.

Suddenly I remembered 'Farhan'.

Who is this farhan, his age at that time means about 29 years, and that means different 7 years with me. How his face, what college work, he lives in the prambanan area, means not too far from here. Ah, my mind had guessed everywhere, the curiosity was growing. And I finally dared to greet him.

"Assalamualaikum, is this Mas Farhan's number?" greet me via sms. While thinking about the bales no yes.

Fifteen minutes later, a message came in.

In my heart, 'very java' , while smiling myself I thought of what else to reply.

"Sorry, I'm annoying, I'm Rania, yesterday I was listening to the radio, and I'm listening to this number, and then I save, greetings." There's my smile emote there.

"Greetings to you too, where does Adek live?" reply directly.

Huh huh? 'Gigger'

My heart is pounding not because, rather than being called adek, but campus cement that calls the deck is also a lot, but why this time it feels like my heart can not relax ya. Started crazy, smiling to myself.

"I'm boarding in town, Mas" I reply.

"What college does work?"

"Mas College, its own Mas?"

Unbeknownst to me the introduction lasted until 01:00 wib, buseeet. If you remember, it still often feels like you smile yourself.

Friendship through cyberspace was going well, almost every day there is an SMS even a phone with a lot of chatter, never run out of material, do not be asked how the sound. I've always missed that voice, well.

Three months went by, texting, phone calls continued. Until one day he texted me and made me unable to sleep all night because of that text.

"Dek, have long been well we know in hp, if for example mas invite to meet, want ndak?"

I didn't reply straight away, I deg-deg an, alay yah. I felt better at that time. Why do I feel nervous. Is it because I'm not PD? I suddenly felt afraid she was disappointed, because I was afraid her reflection about my figure was different from her original me. I'm short, I'm only 145cm, I'm fat, I'm not pretty.

Anyway before replying to that text my mind went everywhere.

While breathing in, I finally returned it.

"Where do you want to meet Mas? When?"

"Lusa, I'll pick you up at the boarding house, and we'll find a place to chat."

"Okay Mas, out of maghrib yah."

"Good Deck, see you after tomorrow."

Oh Lord raniaaaa, are you ready?? If it turns out he was disappointed because his expectations about your form are different how? Or it is you who will be disappointed, if it turns out your reflection about his figure so far is not in accordance with how? His voice makes you miss, but it's just a sound. The mind is raging.

Seriate....