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

Monument to the attack one march Yogya

Monday morning, I started the morning with a heart that felt so happy, I did not expect my relationship with Mas Farhan to reach this point. Just because of my frown upon hearing the radio, I was able to meet a simple man, who was not much of a whim, and I really loved him.

"Ran, yuk campus." Suddenly Via entered my room which I did not lock.

"Yes, this is also ready, back yet? I don't hear your motorbike" I said, putting some books in my bag.

"Asik daydreamed mesthi ki, until I came ndak denger. It's a regular serabi from Mom." Via gave me a package.

"Maturnuwun yes, until ibuk."

"OK I'll be there. By the way piye you're the same Mas Farhan? Any word from him?" ask her.

I didn't answer him right away, I just smiled and blushed in shame.

"Well, even plump (as comfortable as a smile), piye?"

"I've already expressed my feelings to her Vi," I replied.

"Huh? Tenane's? Continues to?" ask her super curious.

"Yaudah, it has been delivered, it is relieved. Yesterday he picked me up and we had a chat in the North Square, and at the end of it I revealed what I felt."

"Keep saiki means wes soan nih yee?" ask her while smiling at me.

I just returned it with a smile.

"Ciye Raniaa, PJ Ran, I don't talk to Mas Iwan wes."

"THE PJ? what is PJ?" many confused.

"Tax Jadian donk Ran, eat-eating is us. I don't want to share our happiness with you" he said, rubbing my chin.

"Oh, there's-there's just. Yo later try not ngajak Mas Farhan ya. If he wants to, we'll walk four. Now the important thing is to cut off the yuuuk." I also pulled out Via's hand.

We went to campus as usual, completed some final assignments, and started looking for referrals for the thesis.

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At around 16:00, Via and I were planning to return to the boarding house. But before going home we sat for a while in the campus garden, and it just so happened that Mas Iwan came and approached us.

"Hello, cah-pah bawel, again on what?" sapa Mas Iwan's.

"Sit down mas, want to go home costs but then wae lah bertar again. Still want to relax here," replied Via.

"Mas hasn't come home yet?" I went to Mas Iwan.

"It was coming home, but look at you here. Yes wes nimbrung first wae," he said with a laugh.

"Nimbrungan," ledek Via.

"Ben, kowe seneng wae kok (Liar, you also like kok)," seduced Mas Iwan.

"Don't, GR you mas" said Via with a shy smile.

Yes, I know Via has been saving flavor for a long time for Mas Iwan. But Iwan seems to have told me that he likes other college kids. Via with legowo eating received his contact with Mas Iwan only as friends. Iwan automatically became my best friend.

While we were chatting and joking, suddenly there was a motorbike honking about 10 meters from where we were sitting.

It turned out to be Mas Farhan.

What did he do here? Never-ever, oh my goodness, I'm so good (kok ya sempet-sempetnya). Everything he does is often unexpected. But this time it was getting beyond my expectations.

"Lah Ran, the Farhan," said Mas Iwan who was also surprised to see Mas Farhan suddenly enter our campus.

"Weh ho oh Mas Farhan, you guys Ran?" ask Via.

"No, from that point on there was no SMS," I replied still amazed.

"Even chat, let's meet there (soon meet). Kasian has come all the way here," said Mas Iwan while slightly pushing my shoulder.

"Sek ya, don't go there first, bentar ya Vi," I said as I stood up from the bench.

I also approached Mas Farhan who was still sitting on his motorcycle, I saw him take off his helmet and mask.

"What's up? Why here?" my many.

"No papa. Just pick you up. Can't you?" he said with a smile.

"Oh okay, but the feeling from earlier was no text, just how do I know I'm here?" my many.

"So it's through there, and see you're the same Via here again. Yaudah I muttered, keep coming in. No papa, right?" he answered while pointing at the campus side fence that is exactly on the side of the highway. He could see us sitting in the park.

"No papa, but your place of work is the same as your house is better than your work here. You just got home from work, right?" my many.

"Distance is not a problem in a relationship. Want to be far away, want to be close, if you want to meet, you just meet, gtu right?" he said with a smile looking at me a little closer than before.

He used to look at me that way, because I was short, so sometimes he tilted his head slightly to look me in the eye, and so I could see his face without raising my head. Without him knowing, that position always makes me flutter. Shame, and happiness mixed into one.

"In the meantime, I say the same with Via and mas iwan first. Where the hell is this going? To kosku? Or where?" my many.

"Don't say goodbye, take it with you. We're on four roads. They are not busy, are they? Stay home, right?"

"Huh? Bring over? Where you going?" many wonder. Because usually I always ask permission to Mas Farhan to take them both the way. But this time it's a little different, my man is the one who invites them. Uh, what? My guy? Ciyee Rania's.

"We go to kos first. Wait until maghrib, abis we just walk," he replied.

"Oh okay, let me go there first."

I also approached Via and Mas Iwan who were still chatting in the garden chair.

"Vi, mas, go back to kos yuk. Then abis maghrib we go together, invited by Mas Farhan tuh," I said.

"We e e no one wants PJ-PJ nih, ciye." Via horboh himself.

"PJ-PJ and opo?" ask Mas Iwan.

"It's right, do ndeso (on the village). Mau Rania (tadi Rania), saiki mas Iwan (now Mas Iwan), ra ngerti PJ (not know PJ)," said Via while manyun.

"Well, what is PJ ki (what is PJ)? Panjul?" mas Iwan said gloriously, making me laugh.

"Maaass Anniversary Tax," replied Via gemes.

"Oah. Heh, sopo seng sohan (who is it)? We e Rania ro Farhan?" mas Iwan asked somewhat curtly with a surprised expression. His sitting position changed and his eyes bulged.

"Sstt, ki do ngopo is noisier (this is what is noisy). Let's go gecko cepet (mayo cepetan) we go home to the boarding house. Later the story will be in kos. Still waiting," I said as I turned towards Mas Farhan who was still faithfully waiting on his bike.

"Yo wes yo. Manganese-mangan iki, pretty date tuo, my delivery young landing." Mas Iwan joking.

Me and Vie laughed. Mas Iwan is indeed a funny person, ceplas ceplos, men from East Java is always breaking the atmosphere. The jokester is not endless, there are always ingredients that can make people around him laugh.

Finally we both went back to the room. Arriving at the boarding house, Mas Farhan and Mas Iwan chatted on the terrace. While Via and I went to the boarding house, took a shower, and prepared for the later going out of Maghrib.

After praying Maghrib congregated in the living room, we prepared and then left. I don't know where Farhan's taking us. What she said was, "Just you guys come along."

It turned out that he took us to one of the most famous simple steak restaurants in Yogya. Yes, this restaurant is quite famous among Yogya students. The price is quite affordable, and the food is good, making it one of the favorite places to eat in Yogya.

After getting a seat, the four of us ordered food and drinks. Earlier before leaving Mas Farhan had said that all he who would treat. I had also asked, did he know about the Soan Tax which was discussed earlier on Via? How come he thought he wanted to eat us. Apparently, he doesn't understand the taxes. He just wants to eat and walk with us.

He said, "want again (just want to)."

While chatting while waiting for the order to arrive. Suddenly a woman was walking right next to where we were sitting. At first he passed by just like that, but after that he walked back, then greeted Mas Farhan.

"Mas Farhan" he said.

"Strong," replied Mas Farhan.

"Tumben here, what else?" ask the woman.

"Well you manganese to yo, mosok ngarit," ceplos Mas Iwan slowly.

Makes me smile, and Via immediately pinched Mas Iwan's waist.

"This is another meal together with cement" replied Mas Farhan.

"Oh, how's Ani doing? I haven't stopped there in a long time. Not going there again sometime, how are you doing?" ask her while occasionally looking at me.

"Thank God, all good, how are you? Yes play sometime to the house, Mbak Ani must be seneng," replied Mas Farhan.

"It's just Ani's sister?" ask her while smiling seductively.

"I'm yo seneng," chirped Mas Iwan again with a cry.

"Ssssttt, crigis ae loh ah(nyamber aja loh)," Via was back pinching Mas Iwan's waist.

"Yaudah mas, I'm not looking for a seat first. While waiting for cement," said the woman while holding the shoulder of Mas Farhan, and passed.

"Who's the mas?" I went to Mas Farhan.

"My brother's granddaughter. Ani's mother" replied Mas Farhan.

"Oh, do you often play at home? Looks like you know your whole family," I asked curiously.

I don't know why I feel uncomfortable, am I jealous? It was so jealous. But my heart was not comfortable seeing the way the woman was talking to Mas Farhan just now.

"Often first, because Mbaknya same Mbak Ani there is a business together, selling hijab same bross gtu. But I haven't been to my house in months. Most yes to the house of Mbak Ani," he explained.

Mas Farhan did tell, if he was four brothers. He's the third child, and the first is Ani's mom. His house is not far from Mas Farhan's house, only one RT different he said.

Finally the food we ordered arrived, and we immediately ate it. While occasionally chatting and joking, who else if not Mas Iwan who became the comedian.

After finishing eating Mas Farhan went to the cashier to pay. I watched him from a distance. Mas Farhan again chat with Sekar, the woman who was. It just so happened that he was also paying at the cashier.

I saw her now taking her HP and typing something.

Is it possible that he asked for Mas Farhan's HP number huh? And Farhan did that? Ah, well, that's their business.

After eating we continued our journey, and this time Mas Farhan invited us to sit around enjoying the night in front of the Monument Serangan Umum Satu Maret at zero kilometers in Yogyakarta.

Mas Farhan and I sat opposite Mas Iwan and Via. It might be about fifteen meters.

So each other's chatter is not so audible. Except for the laughter of Via which sometimes blaring, because of Mas Iwan's bananya certainly.

"Mas, did you ask for your HP number?" I asked Mas Farhan to start a conversation.

"Yes," he answered briefly as he opened the jacket he had been wearing.

"You love?"

"Yes, why the deck?" tannya

"No papa, just him. Not that he has been to your house often and played with your mother, even met you often right? how come I just asked for the number now?" I asked to put out all the thoughts that had been stuck in my head.

"He used to have my number, but he changed HP, so all the numbers are gone, and he hasn't done it yet Ani said. Yaudah just happened to meet, so she went straight to me, so she said." Mas Farhan explained to me.

"Oh gtu," I replied as I turned my gaze forward to the one I had been facing Mas Farhan. I try to hide my jealousy. Yeah, looks like this is jealousy.

"Why? Jealousy?" she asked while smiling at me.

"Oh, no. Time' is jealous," I replied ngeles.

"No, I'm not jealous either. Now who has my heart is you" she said, looking at me and slightly brushing my hair.

"No ah, I'm afraid you're uncomfortable if I get jealous too easily. In part, a relationship is the main capital must trust each other, so it is not easy to disperse," I said trying to think mature. But if I want to be honest, I do not like the same way Sekar just now.

"It seems like a good wife" he said, looking at me. I brush my head and smile.

What's Ran for? For what? Rather than a mature pretentious so doang you want to be a wife try Ran! Adults continue to Raaan. MasyaAllah Rania, stay cool with Ran. Don't look too excited. Andi just wanted to follow my heart, I could just stand up and jump around right then and there. Yes, just because words are that simple. My heart is too big to hear what Mas Farhan said.

"Woy new couple, arep bali jam piro (new couple, want to go home at what time)?" yell Mas Iwan.

"Consolation hour" I replied.

We continued our conversation, too.

Without feeling the nine o'clock arrived, and I also brought Farhan mas, Via and mas Iwan home.

Arriving at the boarding of Via directly into the boarding, and Mas Iwan immediately paid his way home. While Mas Farhan and I were still standing in front of the boarding gate.

"Daddy, this is simple" he said, handing over a small note he took from his jacket pocket.

"What's this?" my many.

"Note, book," he answered.

"Yes I know this is a note, but what's it for?" ask me while laughing.

"Oh, when and when, when I made a mistake, or something I did and made you uncomfortable. You can write here. You then give me the book."

"Well what?" ask me confused.

"Let me not make the same mistake a second time, let me not make you sad or any other bad feeling."

"Huh? Why should it be recorded?" my question is becoming more and more astonished.

"Let me know and remember. Because I know women are not easy to protest about something, sometimes the word 'No papa' from a woman's lips means really nothing, right?" clearly while smiling.

"Hahaha, until the end, loh mas. Just this time I found a guy who thought to be like this, like you're gini," I said with a laugh.

"Because if you can, I want to be your reason to always smile, not cry, be angry, let alone be disappointed" he said, looking at me.

At that moment I could feel an incredible sincerity in his eyes. Yes, I can feel it.

"Judah I go home first yes," he said while wearing his mask.

Because I was standing right next to him at that time, I also slightly raised my head to look at him after looking down at the note he gave me.

Then suddenly he grabbed my head slowly, made me bow, and from behind his mask he kissed my head. Exactly in the section. Then he let go of his hand.

When I lifted my head he smiled, I could see it from his eyes that turned narrow. Even though his face was covered in a mask. Yes, I can still see that smile. After that, he wears his helmet.

"I'm sorry, just a little taste. If you object, then write in the note only well, Assalamualaikum" he said.

He passed, letting me pick myself up. Without even returning his greetings.

"Waalaikumsalam" I said.

When I entered the room, I still could not say anything.

I don't know what I want to express anymore.

Raniaaa, what was Ran? I've been in Ran movies. The film is usually on the lips. You're in Ran's ubun-ubun. Freezing all over, right, Ran? How's your heart Ran? Healthy? This if only Via had seen him, he would have screamed. My heart was so full at that moment.

Because Via is a person who always compares the attitude of men in the real world and soap operas.

"In the soap opera ki ngene loh, ora ngene (in the soap opera tuh gini loh, not gini). Kudune hugged ora mung dijarke (should be hugged, not just let it be) and others." I also remembered the rambling of Via when commenting on one of the soap opera scenes that he always watched.

Lord, if I may ask, I want her to be the only one and forever. Please hold me while holding the note given by Mas Farhan.