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

Parangtritis beach

That night after taking a shower and changing clothes as usual I turned on my radio. All the boarding children are quiet, already in sleep, including my best friend, Via.

I lay my body on the bed, listening to the Purple love song playing on the radio.

I took my HP, and there was a message coming in from Mas Farhan.

"Sir, I'm home" she wrote.

"Alhamdulillah, I just finished taking a bath" I replied.

Long time no answer, I think maybe he's been asleep. Because the clock on the wall of my room already showed at 23:30 wib.

I still could not sleep at that time, I still thought about Farhan's words earlier, and began to smile to myself. But I always remind my heart to come back so as not to be too GR, not to dream too far. Because all of this is still very new.

While being cool with my mind, suddenly my HP sounded. It turned out to be a reply message from Mas Farhan.

"Well, take a shower? Is it not cold? not afraid of the wind?" ask Mas Farhan.

"It's not cold, I'm a regular gini, if you've gone everywhere you go it must be a shower, any hour. Not taking a shower usually can't sleep,

Hasn't you slept?" my reply.

"Not yet, just came home to make hot tea first, continue to chat for a while with the father, this just entered the room."

"Mas, will you?"

"May," he answered briefly

"What did that mean in front of the gate?" tanyaku hesitated while smiling to himself in front of my HP.

"No, just what I expected, you" he replied.

"I? What kind of hope is it related to me?" ask me again curious.

"Hopefully you are always healthy" he answered briefly and slipped an emote smile there.

"Huh? Wish I was always healthy? Wh why? I rarely get sick, either" I replied.

The answer made me dissatisfied, not what I expected. Please Rania, has been said many times do not dream too high!

"Because there are still many places in Yogya that you have to go to, so you have to be healthy and continue to deck" he said.

"Hahaha, there's-there is, yes," I replied with a mood that had drifted.

The answer did not match my expectations! Iiisssh...

"Because if you're not well, who would I take?" reply again.

Huh huh? So he was planning to take me to other places in Yogya gtu? He wants to go out with me? my mood returned, and my heart was in excitement again.

"Where are you going to go?" reply kalem poky. Though this heart is no longer flowery, it is fruitful perhaps.

"Week we go to Sermo Reservoir?" ask her.

"Where is Sermo reservoir? Reservoirs instead of dams huh? Why go to the dam?" ask me wonder.

"You'll see for yourself, you haven't been there, have you?"

Obviously never, I'm actually not a person who likes to walk too much. Even when I still had a boyfriend, I was rarely invited to walk, most yes to places that are close. That's also if I'm in the mood. Because usually I prefer to incubate in the room all day while enjoying my favorite novels, accompanied by love songs from the radio.

" No, okay deh, just manut me where to go, sleep yuk mas, tomorrow I have a lecture, see you mingu day ya," I reply while tucking emote smile.

"Good sleep deck, Assalamualaikum," he replied.

"Getishalight."

******

The day that awaited Sunday arrived, Mas Farhan invited me to the boarding house that afternoon, we departed for Sermo Reservoir after dzuhur. The trip this time is quite relaxed, the road is not too winding, not much run like Wonosari and surrounding areas. Arriving at the Sermo Reservoir I was immediately fascinated to see the location.

It doesn't look like a dam if I think it looks like a lake in my eyes. For people who are dating it feels like this location is right. Chat while enjoying the breeze and beautiful scenery. Ah, but those who haven't been dating like us can enjoy it. Thank you, Farhan, for introducing this beautiful place to me. Who's not your girlfriend yet.

My relationship with Mas Farhan also goes like what he once lived before possible.

Often go together, go together, news through HP, almost every day SMS and phone. Paying attention to each other, and may also have begun to arise affection. For sure it was in my heart, whether it was his heart.

But yes, there is no status. He never said anything in the form of words. He never talked about where this relationship was going. But I could feel that he was taking care of me, worrying about me, caring about me. A lot of things he did, which made me always feel like smiling happily, even had time in my mind, hopefully we will never be apart. I don't want to lose him. I don't know since when I feel that he is one of the things that is the reason for me to always wake up early and be healthy, so that I can always greet him and be with him wherever he wants.

Without feeling it turns out that the introduction has been running for eight months. Yes, it has been eight months since Mas Farhan filled my days. No, not just my days, but I think he's filled my whole heart.

Yes, I always count them. I always remember it, everyone. From introductions, meetings, and wherever we go. In one month there must be two Sundays scheduled to take me to tourist attractions in Yogya. From the near, to the far, even almost all the beaches in Gunung Kidul we have come together. Sometimes just the two, sometimes also with Via and mas Iwan, and it's been several times.

But one thing, while with Mas Farhan I was never invited to the Mall. Mas Farhan does not like the Mall, most stuck if you want to buy something he will take me to Self-service. So if I want to go to the Mall again, Via is the one who faithfully accompanied me.

Oh yeah, we met in June 2009, we met for the first time in September 2009.

February 2010 was the eighth month of our introduction. During our relationship we never celebrated anything. My birthday, birthday, new year, or any celebration has never been a special moment for us. Yes, we are a little different from other couples, when they are always waiting and enthusiastic if certain moments come, we rarely remember them.

Wait, couple? Can we be called a couple? I don't know, whatever the interpreter. Anyway during our introduction, I had just one birthday and it was passing by, while Mas Farhan, his birthday was already over a month before we met via the radio.

We are both ignorant people and don't really care about that kind of thing. Moreover, the month of February which he said is commemorated as a day of affection, we are not interested at all. Let others celebrate, but we don't.

*******

"Men, I'm in?" the voice called me from outside the room.

"Come on Vi" I replied.

"Tomorrow to Mall Malioboro yuk, memenin I nyari chocolate," he asked.

"Huh? Chocolate boy? Make what? You valentinan? Since when?" my pedicabs.

"Ora yo, it just so happens this is valentine's season, well definitely in the Mall again a lot of funny chocolate anyway, which is not always there in ordinary days."

"Well, what did it do? For who? Make it eaten by yourself? Why should I look for a good one, in a regular supermarket is a lot."

"For my brother, on Saturday I went solo, well he nitip, he said chocolate with a teddy bear, yes, yes" he persuaded.

"Oalah yo, no peace. What time do you want to go?"

"Jam ten aja yo, tomorrow we are empty" he replied.

At that time we were already approaching the final semester, just fulfilling the value of a few courses, so not too many more lectures.

******

The next day we went to Mall malioboro, inside the Mall all the decorations were shades of pink, nuances of love, he said. Many stands sell chocolates, flowers, dolls, just everything that smells of love. To be honest, I am also anxious to see all those knickknacks. They all look so funny.

After going around looking at some stands, finally the chocolate that was meant by Via was already obtained, and after that we planned to eat at one of the fast food restaurants in the Mall.

"Via" said a hijab-wearing woman who came across us as we were walking towards a fast food restaurant.

"Well, Zahra, what's here?" ask Via with a shocked face.

"Yes, I've been back here three months, now I'm a kindergarten teacher in Sleman" he replied to the point.

"Weee kok ndak ngabarin. You can find it. Piye anyway, lali po piye ro me (how the hell, lupakah same me)?" ask Via half-joking.

"My HP number changes to Vi, HPku you replace. The old one's dead, all broken, so all his HP numbers are gone."

"Oh, here's your new number. At any time can make a deal, koyo mbiyen (rumpi-rumpi as before)," said Via.

I was also silent to see two people who like him had not met it for a long time.

"Eh, this is my friend Rania, Ran knows this Zahra," said Via introducing the two of us.

I also shake hands with the Javanese woman who is ayu, her face is sweet, typical of Javanese women. The way he spoke was the same as Via, a bit medhok and his voice was very soft.

"You eat with us yuk, you haven't eaten yet Zah?" Via offers Zahra to eat with us.

"Monggo Vi, I still want to buy something first in the bookstore downstairs, after all I've eaten," he replied, rejecting Via's subtle invitation while slipping a sweet smile on his lips.

"Oh yaudah, later SMS-an yo, we both want to maem first," said Via while saying goodbye to Zahra.

Via and I went to a fast food restaurant, ordered food and found a seat.

"Who was Vi?" ask me on Via when we were sitting in the chair and ready to eat the food we had brought.

"Oh that's Zahra, my friend in High School, he's also a Solo native, keep fit I go to college he works in Yogya here. He used to work at one of Les's places here, I lali jenenge, he taught the SD kids that way. Continuing to make no mistake about two years ago he moved to Bogor with his budhe. Eh it turns out that now it's balek Yogya again, I don't even know," explained Via at length.

"Sweet yes, very java, hijab again, it looks like that," I said.

"He was not in the hijab, since when he was in the hijab. Indeed from the past anake kalem, soft, his father has not existed, so he is just the same mother and adeknya one, women too. Graduating High School he immediately worked to help his mother, from the first he was a pinter, so he could teach," explained Via to me.

I also listened to Via's story about this Zahra, and somehow I like to see his face, I think that this woman, his face is very sweet, especially his smile. Maybe if I was a man I could love at first sight of him.

After eating, we went straight back to the room.

That night, as usual, I continued reading Mira W. my favorite author. At that time Mira W novels were often used as soap operas, and Via was one of the fans of the soap opera, while I was a fan of the novel.

When I was busy reading, suddenly there was a message coming to my HP, I opened it and it turned out to be an SMS from Mas Farhan.

"What's the deck?" tanyakanya.

"Obsolutely, read novels while listening to the radio" I replied.

"Yes, where his eyes go, where his ears go," he led.

"Haha, his ears are only for listening to his song mas, so ndak listened to also can enjoy," I replied.

"Tomorrow busy?" tanyakanya.

"No, why did you?" I asked back.

"No papa, tomorrow dzuhur do not pick up?"

"Let's see tomorrow" he replied, and it made me curious.

"Okay, where do you go I want to go" I replied with a smile of my own.

"Hahaha, could be a deck, make kangen happen."

Huh huh? How's it? The kangen? Mas Farhan said kangen? Eight months we knew, a month we could meet five to six times, and only this time he said kangen. Again, kangen. O Allah Rania, kalem raaaan kaleeem.

"It could be the mas, just last week we met," I replied cool.

"Indeed kangen, kangen are just as happy, his smile, and his dumbass," he replied.

"Wanted? Howwhy?" reply me while reading those words while frowning.

"Yes, it's cool to often be dumb when you think of something or feel something, and it's funny in my opinion," he replied.

For what? For what?, I hugged my neck tightly, aahhh my heart this is O Allah. Rather than sms like that doang, I feel like it's been proposed. Indeed, as long as I knew him I always overreacted to all his attitudes and words, for some reason.

Perhaps all because Mas Farhan is not a romantic man, he is not the type of man who likes to talk, miss, love, kangen, praise, or sentences that are usually used for dreadlocks.

Farhan has never been that way.

Mas Farhan never realized that sometimes there were some things he did, and I thought it was romantic. Not words, but deeds, and I remember all that, to this day.

The next day, I was working as usual. Clean the room, wash it, and prepare clothes to go with Mas Farhan.

"Ran, wes busy isuk-isuk ki arep nandi (has been busy early in the morning going)?" ask Via.

"Later abis dzuhur will be invited to go with Mas Farhan Vi" I replied.

"Enak yo, be invited to go for a walk, I when do yo dapet girlfriend so."

"Hushh, he's not my girlfriend" I replied.

"Have you kept opo? SMS-an every day, call, often commute, what is the name of the dudu girlfriend (what is the name if not a girlfriend)?" ask her

"Temen but friendly, uh not friendly also ding, just ordinary," I replied with a laugh.

We never had fun, all this time it was only natural. He held my hand if he wanted to cross or if it was right to walk in a place that is not flat, or when helping me ride a motorcycle.

He would never have touched my body if it wasn't for something, like brushing my hair if my hair was covering my eyes. Holding my shoulder if I look like I'm going to fall, or holding my hand on the bike if I feel dizzy. Anyway, everything is worth it. Mas Farhan was not a brash man who dared to do such a strange thing.

I think Mas Farhan is a polite man. Compared to other men who like to play sosor, by relying on their passions.

"Why not Ran?" ask Via.

"Ladian how, he never said anything to me," I replied.

"You are the real one, rather than someone else."

I laughed when I heard Via. "Where is the history I declare love to men. Don't want to. Just wait for me."

"Here, prestige mesthi. Grandma I wes didn't shoot ket Mbiyen. Maganie ilang (if I've been shooting for a long time. Rather than missing)," said Via.

"I'm self-conscious Vi, who I am. Beautiful no, short, chubby, hah wes anyway sometimes I think not pantes grandma be his girlfriend Mas Farhan," I replied.

"Eehh, love is not physical, you are also not ugly. White, sipat koyo chino (chinese eyes), your face is funny. Jare sopo ndak pantes for mas Farhan. Even funny grandma I like to see you two and tuh, you look short indeed nek beside him, but even look cute," cerocos Via.

I laughed again when I heard his words. "It could be you, but to be honest sometimes I don't see myself. I don't know, for me, Mas Farhan is a wonder to me."

"Oalah Men Ramen, later nyesel loh nek no certainty. You don't have any rights over him, so if he's taken people will jo nanges yo. Wes, I'm going to go to the room first, I'm going to take a few minutes too" he said, passing by his room.

All the words that were spoken by Via had immediately entered my mind.

There really is also what he said, but masa' yes I shot? Not very bad, not going to. If accepted, if rejected? Duh, shame on me.

At 13:00 finally arrived. Farhan came to pick me up, and we left. I don't know where it's going at that time, I didn't ask at all, anyway I just went along. As long as I'm with him, wherever I want.

Turns out he took me to Parangtritis Beach. I have been there several times, but only this time with Mas Farhan.

"We're here until the afternoon, we wait for sunset" he said.

"Oh okay," I answered briefly.

We also arrived in Parangtritis at 14:00, so waiting for sunset is not a long time if it is with Mas Farhan. Ah, I can do it. I always felt that being with him was the most thoughtful thing, as long as anything was not felt.

During our time there we talked about many things, from starting his job, my college, and many more. Mas Farhan works as a technician in one of the small companies in Yogyakarta. I forgot the name, but the company was selling and holding electronic goods for hotels, offices and so on.

"Dec," Farhan called me. At that time we were walking on the beach while occasionally stopping and enjoying the dance of the waves.

"Yes," I replied as I turned to her, who was standing next to me at the time.

"This is for the rania deck" he said. Just as the sky was starting to turn orange he gave me something.

"What's this?" I asked while receiving the small box he handed over.

"Open up" he replied with a smile.

I opened the box, and it turned out to be a butterfly-shaped hairpin in deep green, made of iron and swarovski kare. Real pretty.

"Make me?" ask me while smiling.

"Yes, try it" he said.

"Not good?" ask me after tucking the clasp in the hair on my left.

"Beautiful" she replied with a smile.

That smile, that smile that always makes me flutter. Even to this day if I remember, my heart is still the same as it used to be, pounding.

"Okay, what kind of dream am I? I was given a gift. What's this in order?" I was still amazed by his attitude this time.

"Not in order, just giving, and a few days ago I accidentally saw this, it seemed appropriate. So I take it," obviously.

"Cock fitting valentine yes, fitting the day of love, how to release what?" I laughed at him too.

"It's not because of valentine, not at all, it just so happens to see this. Don't like?" tanyakanya.

"Banget, really likes. Thank you very much. I thought for the day of affection," I joked with a smile.

"For a loved one perhaps," he replied with a smile and looked into my eyes. With his head slightly tilted.

Kalem rania, don't jump here, it's not funny! Neutralize your heart that wants to rebel, your hands do not shake, just calm, hold it!

I lowered my head, hiding my eyes and the smile I had been holding back from earlier. I was too happy, this body reacted. If only I could, I might have jumped around by then.

We also went back to explore the edge of Parangtritis Beach while spending the sunset, the beach edge was very long. But there was no fatigue at all, my heart was too happy, the others were no longer feeling. Just be happy.

Maghrib arrived, we prayed together at the mosque there. Finish praying Mas farhan invites me to eat.

Today, it's amazing for me. To a simple place, talking about simple things, getting a gift that is simple but feels luxurious, and given by a special person. Very special to me.

Finally Mas Farhan took me home. It was already 19:30 wib at that time, and along the way I was just enjoying my feelings, happy, imagining all the events earlier, smiling nonstop. Until we finally arrived at my house.

"Thank you for the ways, especially the gifts," I said, holding the pinch that was still attached to my head.

"Together, I like to see you happy," he replied with a smile.

Rania Huwaaa! Don't faint okay, selow.

Suddenly my joy was bubbling when I heard the voice of Via from the front door of the boarding house, whether he was talking to anyone, I turned to him.

"Ati-ati loh, thanks for coming here, come here sometime. We bumpy again. Weh, that's Rania coming home, Ran," said Via while greeting me.

I saw that there was Zahra there, it seemed like she had been playing at the boarding house and just wanted to go home. They also walked towards the boarding gate where I was standing, and Mas Farhan was still sitting on his bike. I also greeted Zahra.

"Zahra, how do you want to go home? Was it po?" I asked while playing with him.

"Jih Ran, come here again sometime, thank you, I'm not saying goodbye first," he said. Suddenly his steps stopped.

He looked towards Mas Farhan, and I turned towards Mas Farhan who was still sitting on his bike. I saw Mas Farhan open his mask.

"Mas Farhan" said Zahra.

I saw his eyes did not blink looking at Mas Farhan. I saw Mas Farhan staring at Zahra as if there was something between them. Via and I stared at each other in amazement at the situation.

"Zahra" said Farhan.

"You know each other?" ask Via.

No one answered. Only a thousand languages. Mas Farhan immediately put on his mask and helmet.

"Dek rania, mas go home first yes, Vi go home first. Assalamualaikum" he said without waiting for our answer.

Mas Farhan drove straight away, and I don't think it's unusual, because he's gone so fast.

Meanwhile Zahra was still silent, me and Via were still astonished by all this.

"Zah, do you know Mas Farhan?" ask Via to surprise Zahra.

"Vi, I go home first yes, afraid of adversity," replied Zahra without answering Via's question.

I could see his eyes glazed over, and Zahra drove off on his bike.

Whatisthis? What was? Wh why? Who's Zahra? Why does he know Farhan? Why were his eyes glazed over. What is?!

I could only scream and wonder in my heart, there was an unusual pounding that made my heart feel very uncomfortable.

What is all this? Just now my heart was bright cheerful, now as if it was directionless cloudy. I wonder, what's wrong?

Seriate....