Ranums

GIRL FROM SINGAPORE

That night, in the middle of the cold air that hit the skin. Two people no longer feel the cold of the night. However, only warm felt in the liver and spread throughout the body.

[Assalamu’alaikum, It's me, Zaviyar. Save yes] Look for a new number that is in Whatsapp Ranum chat.

[Wa’alaikumussalam. Yes, Mas]

[Again what?]

[In the room, sniffing]

The small chat via chat in the messaging app continues. Ask each other activities and occasionally interspersed with jokes although sometimes still a rigid terrace for Ranum.

Sometimes Zaviyar runs out of words when he has to reply to Ranum's message, because the girl only replies briefly and as necessary. But he still wants to talk. Had also not got a reply, until finally the young man from the hero city said that tomorrow he would return to Surabaya.

[Oh yes, Mas] Once again, the response Zaviyar got was limited, nothing more like hope.

Inevitably, the young man had to keep looking for chatter materials in order to stay longer. The pleasantries asked for permission to be able to meet again at a later time and only a short answer was received either for which to how many times.

Chat was stopped for a moment and only silence they felt in each place.

[And can't I just keep chatting with you, like right now, Ra?] Eventually the question escaped as well.

Again, Ranum did not reply. He was confused, afraid of being wrong. If you immediately say yes afraid of being mistaken for an easy task, but want to refuse, baby. Cogans. Uh …

One message Zaviyar back in broke Ranum's daydream. Doubtful that he replied, it was not an answer either. Redirected conversation. Discussing the busyness of that shady-looking handsome young man. I hope you forget the previous question.

Feeling uncertain, Zaviyar again reminded what he asked Ranum. Back to a few minutes. Equally restless in different spaces.

It was like Zaviyar had come to see the village girl. I can't wait for an answer. Elsewhere, Ranum also fidgets about what he has to say.

[Ehm …. It's up to Zaviyar]

A second later, Ranum felt stupid with that answer. He cursed himself. 'Ranum, what did you just send? It looks like you have no stance. Ah, stupid!'

Zaviyar squinted at the phone screen in his hand. A thinly engraved smile. His heart was excited instead of playing to get the green light from Ranum. Even so, he pretended not to understand and replied by asking again. Little tease.

[Yes, if you don't want to] Ranum's reply started to get upset.

Zaviyar's smile grew even more, imagining Ranum's sweet face being angry across there. No longer want to play around, the young man agreed to contact if not busy.

It was too late when they realized that the conversation was going on for quite a long time. Zaviyar also intends to end the chat that he started and ask Ranum to immediately rest.

[Where to sleep, Mas Zaviyar chat mulu from earlier]

Zaviyar smiled again while scratching his head that did not itch. Realizing the act that had held the sweet girl to stay awake until late. He ended it immediately.

After the chat ended, the two people felt as if there was something equally inexplicable in their hearts. Happy, but they did not dare to conclude that it was love because of their brief introductions.

***

The day has changed, the time Zaviyar returned to Surabaya and underwent his activities. Before leaving Mr. Tomo's house, he took the time to send a message to Ranum to say goodbye. Just a stale base actually, anyway last night he had chat and say goodbye anyway. But whatever the force, it can not also prevent the desire to contact the girl who has made the heart more flowering.

[Yes]

Zaviyar let out a long sigh reading Ranum's reply. The flowers that bloomed were so fresh and beautiful, like they withered instantly.

“Allah... It's female," he murmured.

Back the young man sent a message, asking for Ranum's whereabouts. Are in school or still at home. And again, only one word was sent in response. Zaviyar rubbed rough his face which got a short reply both times.

“Fuck you, Ra.” Zaviyar snorted in annoyance.

Elsewhere, without Zaviyar knowing Ranum was nervous every time he got a chat from Zaviyar, until he himself was confused what kind of reply to send to the man with the stern face but put it down.

Carrying luggage with rough. Zaviyar said goodbye to his students and also Mr. Tomo. Just getting in the car, the notification on his phone showed a new chat and it made Zaviyar smile again develop.

[Be careful, Mom!]

Zaviyar's face that had tangled back a while, he closed the car door slowly and quickly replied to Ranum's message. Hurry up to reply to the message and promise to give news upon arrival in Surabaya.

[Yes, Mom]

This time, despite the short reply obtained, but enough to make Zaviyar happy. No longer as upset as before.

The car is traveling at a moderate speed, Zaviyar is not in a hurry. Today's on-campus schedule fills in for afternoon lectures. He enjoyed the trip that day. The actual journey that is ordinary somehow feels special to Zaviyar. His heart blossomed because of a short message from a village girl named Ranum.

‘Oh Allah, it is true that you created your creatures with their own charms. Ranum, it might look simple. But it has another side that's so interesting, to me. Highlighting your eyes was like pulling me in and locking me in it.’ Zaviyar smiled to himself behind the wheel.

Zaviyar kissed his mother's hand full of reverence. Sumringah's face and the smile that continues to grow makes Bu Dini, mother Zaviyar surprised.

“Why you?” ask Mom Dini to see Zaviyar.

“Nothing, Bun. Something is wrong, huh?”

“Oh, no really. Have you had breakfast yet?” Ms. Dini continued to watch her happy-looking son with an unceasing smile on her lips since entering the house.

“But.”

“Yes, eat there. The food still on the dining table all.”

“Daddy has left?”

“Iya, just now. It's not long before you get in.”

“Oh. Zaviyar to the room first, Bun put the goods and change clothes.”

Ms. Dini just nodded her head, then Zaviyar climbed the stairs to her room. Before long, Zaviyar came out of the room and went straight to the dining room for breakfast, because this morning he chose to go straight back to Surabaya without waiting for breakfast.

Mom Dini is a mother who is very caring and loves the family. She understands her husband and son so well. Being the one who conceived, gave birth, and cared for lovingly until now Zaviyar was already twenty-nine years old, making him so understand the changes that happened to the son. However, this may not be the right time to ask. Even though it's happy news.

Bu Dini was happy to see Zaviyar in the series. Although not yet sure what makes his son look so flowering.

After breakfast, Zaviyar chose to go back to the room, open a laptop at his desk to check the lecture material that must be delivered later. Because indeed during a visit to the village where the students KKN, he did not touch the laptop let alone check the lecture material.

He seemed to forget his duty, because only Ranum filled his mind. However, just a few minutes open the laptop, the name of the village girl came to Zaviyar's mind.

‘Ah... Why this heart? Why this thought? Is This Missing?’ muttered Zaviyar in heart.

‘No way, no way, Zaviyar. Not a day ago you did not meet him. And again, you just yesterday knew him.’ Zaviyar muttered again.

Finally, Zaviyar gave up and immediately picked up the phone placed on the nightstand near his bed. Without a second thought, he immediately searched for Ranum's name and sent a message.

As before, greetings initiate the chat sent. He then told her that he had arrived home.

One minute, two minutes, up to five minutes no answer. Zaviyar returned to his desk, checking his phone several times. Ten minutes passed, there was no answer and it made him no longer able to focus on his lecture material later.

“Start you, Ra," Zaviyar grumbled as she ruffled her hair.

Fifteen minutes. Zaviyar waited anxiously, picked up the device again and placed it near the laptop.

“Truely said Dilan, miss it is indeed heavy.” Zaviyar leaned his body against the chair.

“Rindu? Aargh... Why the word again?” He ruffled his hair again.

Zaviyar, a 29-year-old man and a lecturer, now looks like a freshly in love high schooler. But that's how the heart is, sometimes it beats common sense.

“Where are you going, Ra?” For the most part, he stared at the screen of his phone but it was still the same.

Drrt …. Drrt….

His phone shook, immediately Zaviyar saw it. Is correct. Love, Wulan arrives. Ranum's name is clearly written on the incoming chat notification. Eagerly her fingers typed a reply message.

Ask each other and answer, such are two people who are kasmaran. Like following a quiz that must be answered immediately if you get a question.

Ranum, who was not at the school at the time, said he was at the coffee shop to finish his report. Zaviyar also asked about the facilities at the girl's workplace. Plainly and honestly, the question is answered according to the circumstances.

Yes, indeed the state of school in Ranum village is not as good as outside. The facilities owned are limited. Therefore, often he had to go outside the village to find what was needed or just complete the task as it is now.

Zaviyar also asked the distance that the sharp-eyed girl had to travel to get to the place of the coffee photo. Knowing the time needed, the young man made sure with what Ranum went there.

When you know if the girl who has attracted his attention must drive alone, there is a little worry. He also gave a message so that Ranum was careful on the road and did not speed riding a motorcycle.

[Injeh, Mas]

Again, Zaviyar was made happy with the short message received. A smile etched sweetly on his handsome face. Somehow the short and simple message was able to make it like flying.

Feeling long enough to reply to the message, Zaviyar asked how much longer the sweet girl had to wait for the file to finish. Knowing that if it is soon finished, he asks that Ranum give news if it is finished. However, the answers obtained again did not match expectations.

[Well, why didn't I say Mas Zaviyar?] Instantly Zaviyar dropped his head on the workbench and let out a long sigh.

“Allahu Robbi," he lamented.

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