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

Indrayanti Beach

Sundays....

My alarm clock sounded, it was a sign that it was 04.00 wib, it was time for subuhan. I also tried to open my eyes that still felt so heavy, because I just slept at 02:00 this morning, it means I just slept for two hours.

Not because of the call or smsan with Mas Farhan, but indeed I could not sleep last night, because waiting for the morning to come. Yes, I can't wait to see Mas Farhan again. It's a big deal, but that's how I felt at the time.

Finally, the day I was waiting for came as well. As promised, Mas Farhan will pick me up at 10:00 wib.

At 08.00 wib he texted me and reminded me to get ready to go to Indrayanti Beach today. I was busy unpacking my closet, what clothes I was going to wear, which pants, bags, shoes.

Ah, ribet himself anyway. If there was a Via babble, I could definitely ask her advice on this, because she's an expert on fashion in my opinion. Unfortunately he returned home to Solo that day.

Finally I decided to wear black jeans, a gray blouse, a black bag, and black flat shoes. Yes, I am a lover of dark colors, because I am not a person who is good at matching colors. Besides, I always wear trousers, whatever the material, as long as the trousers. Rarely do I wear a skirt, because I think it is complicated, wear a short one is not comfortable, wear a long one is more uncomfortable, anyway I do not like point skirts!

I saw the clock in my hand, showing 10.15 wib, kok Mas Farhan has not arrived yet, later if the bad luck is afraid the weather is very hot. Which according to the story I heard from some of my friends Indrayanti Beach is far, the road uphill, winding, because indeed the beach is in the area of Gunung Kidul there. But it is worth the sight we will get he said.

Moments later my HP went off, and it was a message from Mas Farhan.

"Sir, I'm ahead, I'm waiting here huh?"

"Okay mas, I'm out" I replied as I picked up the bag and headed out of the boarding house.

Still like the first time he met, Mas Farhan was waiting on his bike, with his face covered in a black mask, black gloves, black jacket, black shoes, etc, and this time he was carrying a black backpack. Looks like we have one thing in common when it comes to color selection.

"Are you ready to go for a walk? This is a little further from Bukit Bintang, and the road is more winding, if you feel tired later say yes, we can rest," he said while giving a helmet that he always carries on the back of his bike.

"Okay," I answered briefly while wearing the helmet he gave me.

Then, as usual, he put his hand out so I could hold it. His habit made me feel a simple yet meaningful attention.

We finally drove. As usual, without any chat at all because he was driving his bike at a fairly high speed in my opinion, I know even if I had him chat at that time surely he would not have been able to hear my voice.

I do not know what roads we pass, I also do not know the names of the regions, understand me this boarding boy who knows only campus, cost, perpus, etc, at the very most bookstores or self-service nearby only. After the streets are usually the same cement, so I stay with it, not at all know the way.

What is clear is that the road we went through this time was more interesting than to Bukit Bintang at that time, and there were some sharp turns. To be honest I was made nervous a few times because he turned too slanted in my opinion, and sure enough, I was nauseous, it felt dizzy, cold sweat, ah anyway lemeeess....

"Mas, can you stop for a second? I feel really nauseous" I said, patting her on the shoulder to let her know I was talking.

Without answering, he slowed down the speed of his bike. Finally we stopped by the side of the road, which happened to be a shade tree. I got off the bike to stretch the waist muscles that were a little sore, because for me the journey felt long enough. I also tried to relieve the nausea that I felt from earlier.

Mas Farhan got off his bike and gave me a bottle of mineral water.

"Drink the deck" he said.

"Thank you for that."

"It's a dipake, let's make it bad," he gave me a bottle of eucalyptus oil.

I saw him open the backpack he had been carrying. I wonder what exactly the backpack is. You know what? It turned out to be a snack, bread, mineral water, headache medicine, eucalyptus oil and somehow, not all of it was visible to me.

Complete is that the inn? while I only carry a small bag that contains HP, wallet, parfume, lipgloss.

Jagaaaa Raniaaaa, did not think at all to bring supplies? Kebangetan. I know the journey is far away. Hadeee..

"Udah okay? Want to continue?" her question awakened me who was already engrossed in my own thoughts.

"Oh yes, that's fine. There is still a little dizziness, but it's okay, yaudah yuk, later even bad luck, fear of returning to the afternoon," I replied.

The backpack he had been carrying in the back, suddenly now his position was moved forward. So now between us there are no more barriers. After I sat on the bike and finished wearing the helmet, suddenly his hand went backwards. Can you imagine it? Her cry seemed to be looking for my hand and somehow I tried to give my hand to her, and how shocked I was when she got both hands, she pulled it slowly, so my position was holding her from behind.

"Handle ya, still whirl? anyway, later if the dizziness goes away just lift his head again."

Oh My God! My forehead was gone somewhere, too. I think I moved to the heart, because my heart suddenly pounded. It was like jumping out of the heart. I didn't say anything, I could only fall silent and feel the pounding of my heart so tight, and what made me even more wrong was that his hands did not let go of my hands at all. So he held the handlebar of the motor only with his right hand (it's a little hard to describe it, but I think it's imaginable), while his left hand continued to hold both hands that I folded. I have my head on his back. Only occasionally did he let go of his left hand to hold the clutch. Then he will hold my hand again. To this day I still often imagine that scene.

At that moment I wondered in my heart whether this heartbeat felt on his back? Oh, my God, this really is an unusual beating. Which I've never felt before. God, how can I neutralize it?

I could only be silent all the way, feel my heart, and enjoy the very distinctive aroma of his parfume. I don't know what parfume is, which is definitely delicious, really fragrant. I closed my eyes as if I didn't want to let go again.

We finally arrived at Indrayanti Beach.

Arriving at the beach, we also entered the parking area that was already available there. He let go of my hand and helped me get off the bike. Then we prepared to go to the beach.

Oh my God, this beach is beautiful. It turned out that the sand was white, in contrast to the beaches I had visited before which were all black sand. What an incredible sight I think. Rock so sturdy surround the beach. This oath is beautiful.

"Let's deck there, we'll sit there, the shade of the place" he asked.

We also walked to the place he had pointed at, near a large rock below which there was a kind of room to rest. Space that is formed naturally by nature.

"Capek huh?" ask her while looking at me.

I don't like him looking at me that way, I'm always half-crazy because of that look.

"Lumayan, it turns out far away, and the net is very unusual, makes dizzy," I replied with a smile.

"For a long time will get used to it if you often cheat," he said with a smile.

Whahuh? Frequently? Is he planning on bringing me here again? Huwaaaaa Rania, kalem Ran, kalem, do not go to GR an! Don't look so gleeful.

"There are still many other beaches besides this, the sand is the same, white, surrounded by coral as well, only the shape of the location is somewhat different, there is Pantai Sepanjang, Watu Frog, Baron, Ngobaran, Drini, there are many more, "he explained.

"Mas come here often?" my many.

"Often, sometimes the same cement, sometimes alone if you want to refresh the mind."

"That means the ex was here?" i tease.

"former? Which ex?" ask her while smiling.

"Yes, the ex-boyfriend who was telling me that time."

"It wasn't a girlfriend, and it wasn't an ex either, it was just a heart that had stopped and now disappeared" she replied. Smiling again as if it was hurting me.

"Yes, who ever stopped by, ever been invited here?" my question is getting more and more penasran.

"Have been a few times" he answered.

I don't know why, I really don't know why, I just felt uncomfortable hearing that answer. Though I am the one. Oh, so that woman was invited here often? Then why did he bring me here, iiisssh.

Wait, Rania? You jealous?

Oh Raniaaa, come on. Who are you wearing jealous shows huh? Please be a little self-conscious, Rania Ainun Sofia.

"You want a snack on the deck? I bring it, if you want to take it," he said while thrusting his backpack.

"Yes, thank you, later," there is still a sense of unease in my heart because the answer just now.

"His mom likes the beach?" my many.

"I like nature. I love beaches, peaks, mountains, rivers, waterfalls, anyway I love the beauty of nature."

"Ever into merapi means?" tanyaku.

"Oh once, to the top even, the same climbers first. But it's been a long time. Oh yeah, it just so happens, there's still a picture of him" he took his wallet out of his pants pocket.

Then he showed me a picture of her while she was at the top of a moor. There were some people there, him and his friends.

But my eyes were fixed on one small photo tucked at the end of that part of the photo. A photo, a photo of a woman. Shiny hair, with a blue background.

"Oh, this?" after saying that he immediately saw my face.

"Yes," I replied emphasizing and returning his gaze.

"Here it is, the sense of who once stopped by, whom I once brought here," he replied, returning the wallet to his pocket again.

I was silent at once, very silent. My eyes were far away staring at the dancing waves.

God, I'm sorry to ask you about that merapi. I'm sorry that he showed me the picture in the wallet, and I'm sorry that I had to look at the picture of the woman he still keeps in his wallet, God, I'm jealous!

"Sir, how dumb?" his tanyanya disperse my daydream.

"It's okay, just look at the waves" I replied without looking at him.

How surprised I was when suddenly his face was right in front of my face, and he smiled. Astagah, every smile, those eyes are gone, maniiisss once.

I finally smiled because of her attitude. It was as if that smile could treat whatever discomfort was tucked into this heart.

"Sir, to the yuk mushola, just up there I saw there was mushola, we dzuhur first, later we come again," he said while standing.

Huh huh? How's it? any more streets like this he wants to pray?

Oh my shame on me. My bad habit, if you go anywhere, rarely want to pray. Unless it's on campus, at the cost. The most certain prayer I do is dawn, isha, maghrib. Semantara shokat dzuhur and ashar, often his negligent. I admit it. Especially if again the streets like this, hadeeeh, where ever I remember praying. Basic me!

Fortunately there was a mukena in the mosque, because I never took the mukena anywhere.

"Is he ready?" ask her.

"Huh? Udah," I replied a little surprised, wearing a mukena.

"So my mother yes," he said while correcting the position of the peci that he turned out to carry in his backpack.

"Huh? Oh, okay," I replied gagu.

Start Rania, your heart is beating, but want to pray first focus, focus!

After the prayer, we went back to the place where we had talked before.

"Can you please?"

"May, ask," he answered.

"Can't forget yet?"

"forget? Forgot what?" tanya while looking at me.

"That's what's in the photo," I insert a little smile that I force, so it doesn't look jealous.

"Oh that, have not been removed from the wallet," he replied casually.

"How long does it take photos? Or maybe she still wants him back?" ledek.

"Hopefully not, but if there is a soul mate and he comes back, it means no need to leave his picture" he replied with a smile and looked at me.

I could feel the heat on my cheek. Yeah, hot. It seemed to be blushing, and it seemed that my heart did not like the answer, but I was the one.

Hence Raniaaa, no need to go fishing, hurt yourself right?!

I was silent, again very silent. I don't know what else to say. I was confused, I was jealous.

"Nih deck, eaten, must have not had breakfast, right? It's also late afternoon, do you want to eat?" tanyanya while giving a packet of bread.

"No, I'll eat it, not hungry. This was not papa," I replied.

Finally we continued the casual conversation again, I switched all the chatter to something else, did not discuss something that would later make me lose my mood again.

Without feeling after a chat ngalor ngidul, walking along the beach, joking, we decided to go home. Because the clock is already showing at 15:00.

"I paid for the parking" I said, opening my wallet.

"Thank you" he said.

A few moments later the motor drove. Along the way as usual, we were silent. But as always, my brain, my heart, speaks for itself.

Ran, still feeling jealous? Please Ran, you're nothing. You are just friends, you know new. Meet me twice. Yes, even though talking on HP has been a few months. But still, you are not who you are. Inget ya Ran, this is all you started. Start contacting him first, start the thing that finally answers hurt your own heart. So don't be too GR, just because he asked you to be his makmum during prayer, you don't feel special in his eyes, it's normal. His name is also praying together and there are only the two of you in the mosque. Your inget is not who it is. So stop dreaming too far about this relationship.

Suddenly the motor stopped.

"Why?" my many.

He pointed at a mushola across the street.

"Asharan first yes deck, fear until the house will not be overtaken by time" he asked.

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After our prayers went back on the way, it was the Ashar prayer again he invited me to congregate, but this time my heart was ordinary, my heart was ordinary. I'm trying to neutralize the taste.

After about two hours of travel we finally arrived at my boarding house, and I did not feel dizzy, nauseous as when leaving earlier.

When I got off, he took off his helmet and mask.

"Sir, can you see the wallet?" ask her.

"Huh? Make what?" many wonder.

"Try here, I want to see for a moment" he replied.

I took my wallet and gave it to him.

Then he opened the wallet, took a picture of me that I had put in there. The photo when I was walking to Parangtritis Beach with my friends, happened to look good, I finally printed it and I put it in the wallet.

"Make what?" I'm still amazed.

I never thought he'd take his wallet and put up my picture there. Because my picture is about the size of a wallet, so all the photos in that wallet are covered. Then he took a picture of the woman I had seen on the beach, and then put it in another invisible pocket,

and he smiled at me too.

I who was still dumbfounded and astonished to see what he did was not able to return the smile.

"I asked for a picture of him, maybe it could be a new taste, I saw the photo fit in the parking lot of the beach, I went home first," she said with a smile that I could never forget to this day.

"Oh yes, be careful" I replied briefly.

I was still stunned for a long time in front of my boarding gate, while watching him pass.

Raaann, your picture is Ran! Oh my God, raniaaaa! He asked for a picture of you and put it in his wallet? I can no longer describe how happy I felt at the time.

In the room I jumped many times, I held my pillow up and shouted with excitement.

There was always a surprise from this one guy, I could never wait for his attitude and his other surprises. Will anyone surprise me again after this?

Seriate....