RANIA 'God's Destiny Makes Me Cry In Pelaminan'
Early Meeting
My name is Rania, I attended one of the private universities in Yogyakarta. I could be stranded in Yogya for some reason. Not purely my choice.
In 2005, I first set foot here. It comes from one of the small towns in the province of South Sumatra. At first I felt like a lost child in Yogya, alone, bored, away from the elderly. Ah, I really can't imagine how I can live out my next days. But it was not as difficult as I imagined, the proof is that I stayed here, until this moment.
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"Woy Ramen is daydreaming." Via my roommate's voice broke my daydream. Yeah, he called me Ramen.
"Shock me, really long to perbus 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. Instead of waiting for the one in the porous, you don't know when it's behind."
"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 and I did not want to delay it. I'm honestly very curious 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 is the one who knows best how I am, of the many boarding friends, he is the one who is most familiar with me. I sleep together, sometimes in my room, sometimes in my room.
Often minjemin each other money if it happens to be a delivery from parents late coming, often confide in about anything. Anyway he is a boarding friend, a faculty who simultaneously became my best 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 gauwean, tuning kok radio, on campus yo much, it turns out?" he nodded in a brisque voice and made some of the people sitting there look at us.
"Sssst, don't be hard, be ashamed of the guy on the sit," I said, pinching his arm slightly.
"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, is how now you are horrified, follow up, eeee even already met and want to meet again. I just got a new SMS and a doang call," he said without giving me a chance to talk.
"I was a prankster at that time, somehow fitting the program I listened, usually never did not see, you know yourself anyway, anyway, and somehow I was interested in the one name mentioned by the same broadcaster, yaudah I just catet aja number, continue the prank do not contact, eh really even continue until now, so on, and today he invited me to meet," I explained 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 want anything now you are, anyway" he sneered.
"Wes ah, I want to go home to the boarding house, take a shower. Later abis maghrib will go," I said as I passed from the bringel.
After the Maghrib prayer, I prepared to leave. Jeans, black shirts let's not look fat, a little powder, and lipgloss.
Ringtone typical kolopaking suddenly sounded from Hpku.
"Dec, are you ready? Not picking up now, is it?" incoming messages from mas Farhan.
"Okay Mas, don't wait," I replied.
While waiting for the arrival of Farhan mas, I did not move from the front of the glass, I saw my reflection in the mirror. Is there anything less, right? do you think the pantes are gini? powder me stupid, right? my lipgloss is bad? Yeah, I'm afraid my sightings are embarrassing.
Honestly, my heart is nervous like people want to be charged with debt, deg-deg. 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.
Moments later there was a Sms coming in, and it was from him. "Dec, I'm here, I'll wait in front, okay?"
"Okay, just a minute."
I came out, I saw Farhan's still on his bike. The bike I think is pretty big, the tiger bike. He still wears a helmet, mask and gloves. I can't see his face at all. But from his posture he looks tall, the black jacket he wears makes his appearance look cool.
"Farhan." He introduced himself once again, this time in person, while thrusting his hand to invite me to shake hands.
"Ro." Welcome me while smiling.
I could feel our hands 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 this time he made my heart pound even more when he thrust his hand so I could make a grip to support my short body. As I held her hand, I smelled a pretty strong perfume from her body, for what sake? She smells so good!
Finally the motor drove. I didn't know where he was taking me, and somehow I wasn't worried or scared, going out with people I just knew. Even when the bike has gone far enough I do not know what his face is 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 it was a long way from my boarding house. The winding road and uphill makes me never interested in coming to him, because I'm frail, I easily dizzy if I have to go through the streets that turn or winding. But today no, I'm not dizzy, I'm not nauseous, I'm happy.
When I wanted to get off the bike again he thrust his hand so I could hold it, so I did not fall and could easily get off the high bike. Don't ask, my heart's getting crazier. I don't know what his face looks like.
As soon as I got off, I noticed that he had opened his gloves, helmet, and the mask he had been wearing. I did not blink at all and as the face was plastered before my eyes, this heart grew increasingly uncontrollable, there was a heart sound that seemed to be about to shout out a word.
"MasyaAllah"
Seriate....
