Ranums

YELLOW BOX TRUCK

The sun is shining, the heat is stinging the skin. Although classified as a mountainous area, but that afternoon the sunlight was able to penetrate the cool air in the village of Ranum. The girl was riding a motorbike, seen a middle-aged woman sitting behind her.

Ranum drove the Mother to the destination, the house of one of the brothers who was not far from there and only took five minutes from his house by riding a motorcycle.

Ranum looked at his phone, there was still no news from the man from Surabaya. Trying to rearrange the heart so as not to expect too much. As the mother talked to her brother, the phone in Ranum's hand shook. He immediately saw the message of who was coming in. Hopefully anxious, the sweet girl finally smiled knot when the name Zaviyar printed on the notification on the phone screen.

It flashed a mischievous idea in Ranum's mind to tease Zaviyar. He replied with a smile of victory. At first there was a sense of resentment in his heart that waited until noon, but there was no news. However, when the expected news arrived, he also returned to flowering.

The girl was happy to be able to tease the man across there, who now might have her heart slightly upset over Ranum's actions. However, the sweet girl smiled happily reading the replies to the message from Zaviyar.

“Who told you not to ngabarin? Is it good to wait all day?” Ranum smiled happily reading his chat with Zaviyar.

Mrs Ratih is done with her business. The mother and son went out of their brother's house. Ranum rode the bike which then followed by Bu Ratih. The motor key is plugged in, the engine is turned on, then the gas is pulled slowly carrying them away from the yard of his brother's house.

From the opposite direction, Ranum saw a silver-colored car signalling it would turn left to enter the alley of his house. He knew the car and who was behind the wheel. The girl smiled faintly, she turned on her motor light on the right, then turned right after the silver car had entered the alley.

A man sitting behind the wheel realized who the girl was riding in the back of the car. His forehead frowned at the reflection of the rearview mirror which revealed the faces of the girl and a middle-aged woman motorcyclist behind him.

When the bike turns into a house, Zaviyar is absolutely sure who the girl is. Ranums. Yes, that girl Ranum who was piggybacking on his mother.

Zaviyar's car enters Mr. Tomo's yard. His face still seemed to think of something. Of course about Ranum who just a few minutes ago said if he was going to his brother's house, but he had just seen the girl.

In the midst of his fanciful thoughts, Zaviyar was shocked by the vibration of a mobile phone in his shirt pocket.

[Before two o'clock?] One chat from Ranum.

[Sure]

[Key. I'm waiting for Mas Zaviyar in front of the alley. Get in the car yourself, follow me. We're talking somewhere else, definitely outside this village]

[Key]

Zaviyar keeps his phone. He walked into Mr. Tomo's house. Quickly clean up, change clothes, and pray.

After everything was done, Zaviyar looked at his phone, it was almost two in the afternoon. Not having time to do lunch, so he took the initiative to ask Ranum to find a comfortable place to eat.

[Ra, if you can find a place to eat that is also convenient for chatting. All lunch later] Zaviyar's message to Ranum.

[Ready]

Zaviyar rushed out of the room and said goodbye to Mr. Tomo and some of his students who had come home from TBM on the grounds of wanting to find food outside. He opened the car door, sat behind the wheel, and started the car.

In front of the alley, there was already a sweet girl with eyes that had made Zaviyar fall in love, sitting on his bike. The horn sounds. Ranum turned his head, then immediately turned on the motor and drove towards the destination.

In less than thirty minutes, they arrived at one of the poets where it was quite comfortable to eat and chat or just relax. Ranum who was in front, first entered the motorcycle parking area and parked his motorcycle there. While Zaviyar, heading to the car park area which is located not far from the motorcycle parking area.

The two men entered the pujasera from different doors. Many visitors began to fill the tables. During weekends and holidays, the place is always crowded by visitors. Both young people who are gathering with their friends or married couples who are spending their vacation time with family.

Ranum chose a place in the south corner that directly faces the road. The chosen pujasera does have a beautiful atmosphere, not in the middle of a city that is boisterous, hot, and noisy due to the roar of motor vehicles. There are several large trees on the edge of the pujasera that give cool air while there. Many trees lined the road to Pujasera. And that's what makes the sweet girl prefer to choose a seat close to the road rather than in the middle.

Ranum asked Zaviyar what food he wanted to order, because in that place ordering food or drinks directly to the shops available. But, Zaviyar instead asked the sharp-eyed girl to sit down and she would order for the two of them. Ranum also said, he mentioned the desired food and drinks.

Zaviyar who was already sitting in front of Ranum, started a conversation with a little stale to eliminate his nervousness.

"You just fucked me?" ask Zaviyar.

Ranum just smiled in response to Zaviyar's question.

"Say out, to the brother's house. But ...?"

"Emang came out, didn't he, Mas? Get out of the house and go to your brother's house. If Mas does not believe can ask Mom later," replied Ranum without feeling guilty.

"Mas Zav doesn't do it either."

The chat continues, from small talk about work and their daily activities to their personal lives.

Zaviyar tells about his Mother's Father, Ranum faithfully listened to the atmosphere. Eventually, he unknowingly told me about his family. The father who died a dozen years ago and his mother who tried desperately so that she could continue school and live a decent life like children her age. This time, replace Zaviyar who listened carefully. Sometimes the man stared at the look in Ranum's eyes which began to look sad, and sometimes seemed to be glazed.

Their orders came one by one. One glass of strawberry juice, one bottle of mineral water, a piece of cay cap and burnt ribs are served on the table. Zaviyar dragged a plate of burnt ribs and a bottle of mineral water before him, and the rest of it certainly belonged to Ranum.

The chatter continues with feed after mouth of food going into the mouth. After the second meal ran out, Zaviyar brought his more serious drug.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Ra?"

"No. Can't date."

"Who's the guy?"

"I."

Hearing that answer, Zaviyar's heart slightly shrieked. However, he again provoked questions to the girl before him to be able to better understand how the figure of a simple girl who had foamed him in an unexplainable sense.

"Why?"

"I used to be naughty, Mom. I have a lot of sins, so I don't want to go back. Kasian you're there."

"meaning?"

"Udah gede too, no longer thinking of girlfriends whose ends only make heartache. Take care of people's soul mates and definitely just add sin."

Zaviyar nodded slowly, now he began to understand Ranum's intentions. Back a question was raised, a question that made the heart of the village girl began to fall. It was as if he understood where the conversation was going.

"When do you get married, when is the target? Is your age enough?"

"Mas Zaviyar asked me if I asked myself the same question?"

Ranum's lips seemed to brighten up a smile, though his heart began to pound. However, he was quite good at turning things around. Frequent jokes and sometimes also teasing from people about it, make him accustomed and able to master the situation and yourself well.

Zaviyar smiled, quite surprised actually with a quick reply from Ranum. An unexpected answer would come out from the lips of the village girl. And that, of course, adds to his admiration for the figure of the girl in front of him.

"Both. It seems like the question suits both of us."

They looked at each other, then laughed together. They both know their age is more than enough to get married. But, if the Creator has not allowed it, then nothing can be done but to keep trying to solidify and keep praying for His pleasure.

"Ma."

Ranum picked up his drinking glass and glanced at Zaviyar.

"sorry. I was angry with you at the time. I know there's no right for me to forbid you from meeting anyone, let alone getting angry like that."

Zaviyar took a breath, "but, I can't lie. When you said you were having lunch with a boy friend, there was jealousy in my heart."

Pause. Both silent. Ranum was still enjoying his juice even though his heartbeat was already racing hearing Zaviyar's words.

"Do you want to keep your heart for me?"

Ranum, who was enjoying his strawberry juice, almost choked. His sharp eyes, increasingly sharply gazing towards Zaviyar. The eye beads of the two clashed, trying to dive into the contents of each other's hearts. Looking for answers to the questions that flash in their minds.

Ranum looked for sincerity in every word and gaze of Zaviyar, he tried to convince the heart of what he heard. Afraid of disappointment if later he had soared, but in the end it ended poignant.

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