Ranums

FIRST KISS

Hearing his phone vibrate again, Zaviyar immediately raised his face and without command his lips had curved perfectly to form a crescent moon saw the message printed on the flat object in his hand.

One chat from Ranum restores the spirit of the handsome young man. Such a great love, which in an instant can reverse the mood of the lover.

Knowing the sweet girl was done, he advised Ranum to be careful while driving. Asking where the next destination was and again Zaviyar asked the sharp-eyed girl to tell him upon arrival at school.

[This, deket. Only ten minutes nyampek, why should also ngabari?]

“Allah, Ranum. Are you plain or what? Greget I'm with you,” said Zaviyar staring at his phone.

Feeling unable to stand it anymore, Zaviyar chose to press the phone handle in the upper right corner. Not up to three times the sound of a telephone connection, a greeting was heard from the girl across there.

“Difficult, yes tell me?” tanyanya answered his greetings.

“Yes not hard, anyway.”

“Terus?”

“Iya deh, I'll let you know later. Now I go home first.”

“Okey, Careful.”

“Iya.”

Ten minutes of time it takes Ranum to get to school from a coffee spot. Upon arrival at school, the office was quiet because the other four teachers were still teaching in the classroom. Ranum immediately pulled out a report from inside his bag. He arranged each sheet of paper filled with black ink in order. After everything settled down and just sitting down, suddenly remembered something.

“Astaghfirullohal ‘adzim.” Ranum patted his forehead then immediately picked up the phone that was inside his bag. Soon he opened the messaging application and gave the news as promised earlier to the man in the city of Surabaya.

Elsewhere, Zaviyar who had been waiting for more than ten minutes was looking forward to anxiety. And when the message was received, for some reason he felt a little upset.

[Old kok? You're okay, right?] reply Zaviyar.

[It's okay, Mom. Sorry, Ranum had forgotten, because the nyampek school directly compile the report before being paid]

[Oh that?]

Through the message, Ranum tried to explain at length why he forgot to tell when he arrived at school. Carefully reply to Zaviyar's message. He realized there was a signal of annoyance from the short message received.

Ranum also said that he would come out again to deposit the report to the district administrator.

[What? Out again?] Zaviyar who read Ranum's message was not willing if the girl he admired had to go back and forth alone.

[Yes, Mom. If I don't come out, can the report go alone?]

Zaviyar did not just accept the reason given. The young lecturer also hoped that this time another teacher would come out and deliver the report. But, Ranum again explained if all that was his duty and responsibility. And if there is less or wrong, then he can know and immediately improve.

Ranum also said, if there are indeed some data that can be delivered by other teachers. But there is also something that has to be itself.

There is a sense of happiness in Ranum's heart with the attention Zaviyar gives, although he himself is still confused to interpret everything.

‘Is he worried about me?’ whispers of Ranum in the heart.

‘Don't ngayal you, Num! Your village girl can't possibly make a guy like her fall in love. Your face is mediocre, your body is also not ideal. Maybe he was just amazed for a moment, even if it had been a long time also forgotten. After all, in Surabaya there are also many women who are much better, do not need the height of their dreams.’ Ranum took a deep breath trying to shake his feelings.

Ranum who was still agitated with a vague feeling, was startled by the shakes of his phone. Five incoming messages from Zaviyar, it turns out Ranum has been daydreaming long enough to not realize Zaviyar replied to his message.

“Yes Allah,” said Ranum when he saw a series of messages from Zaviyar who seemed to foretell his situation.

“What's up, Mom?” One of Ranum's teacher's friends asked.

“Oh, it's okay, Bu.”

The children at his school had indeed come home when Ranum was late in his daydreams so he did not realize that now all the teachers were in the office, including Bu Ratih, his mother.

Ranum immediately replied to the message. He said he was still in school.

[Can phone?]

“Deg!” Ranum's heart suddenly beat irregularly. Can not imagine if you have to talk on the phone at this time, just chat he was confused every time he would reply.

Being at school was a good reason to reject Zaviyar's phone. And again, there is no way he will talk to the handsome lecturer in front of his coworkers and his mother.

Ranum who felt bad at refusing Zaviyar's phone request, finally asked about the day's activities. The young man from the hero city also said that he was still at home, because the day was scheduled to campus in the afternoon.

[If so mending mas Zaviyar rest before going to campus] Ranum suggested.

Zaviyar who was indeed feeling tired, accepted Ranum's suggestion. However, still he reminded the girl to be careful and not to forget to tell.

[God willing]

[Kok Insha Allah, Ra?] Only a smile emoticon was sent Ranum to reply to Zaviyar's message.

Zaviyar with his mind that has been filled with Ranum, chose to close his laptop and lay his body on the bed. Ranum's shadow continued to dance in his mind.

So tired, Zaviyar slowly began to close his eyes. The time of dzuhur arrived when he was still lulled in his nap, until Bu Dini touched his arm and woke him up.

“What time, Bun?” Zaviyar.

“Twelve noon. You sleep like a fainted person.”

Zaviyar did not answer, he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, then looked at his mother with a frown.

“Zaviyar exhausted, Bun earlier.”

“Tumben? New from the village aja exhausted, but the journey is also not far away very. That's tired of his body what's his heart?”

“Mother, what the hell?”

“It was also.” Ms. Dini who walked out of Zaviyar's room turned around and pointed at the mobile phone in her son's hand. “Kok sleep while holding the phone? Usually, if you want to sleep do not want to deket-deket.” God while smiling.

Zaviyar scratched his non-itchy head.

“Oh yes, Zav.” Ms. Dini opened the door to Zaviyar's room again.

“Allet, Bun?”

“Your phone vibrated, tuh. Try checking, maybe you can get rid of your fatigue.” Ms. Dini immediately closed the door and went down leaving Zaviyar with a small laugh.

Zaviyar who heard that, immediately raised the phone in his hand. One message from Ranum he received, telling him that he had returned home safely.

Without waiting for long, Zaviyar's hands quickly replied to Ranum's message. Ask back about the reports that have been done.

After replying to Ranum's message, Zaviyar immediately headed to the bathroom to clean up and carry out his duties. The phone was struck again after praying.

Ranum's job is not finished. There are some changes to the data that have been made. Inevitably, he had to revise his report.

Zaviyar smiled reading Ranum's message which ended in a frowning emoticon. He was also happy because the girl seemed to be getting used to him.

Remember if Ranum is already at home, Zaviyar chose to contact directly. Without replying to messages again.

"Why is that sound?" ask Zaviyar

"Rubber! Repeat again."

"Patience, there must be something like that. When's the deadline?"

"Three more days, Mommy."

"Could you?"

"should."

"good. If you need help, just tell me who knows I can help."

"Where to help, I'm here, mas in Surabaya," said Ranum annoyed. Zaviyar smiled broadly.

Unknowingly Zaviyar calls himself ‘mas’, no longer ‘aku’ as before.

"Mas Zaviyar call yourself a mas?"

Zaviyar scratched his non-itchy nape, thinking of a reason to keep Ranum unsuspecting. He was afraid that Ranum would stay away if Zaviyar was telling the truth, and in fact he himself was still unsure of his feelings. Not even Zaviyar replied, Ranum asked again.

"Mas Zav is tired, huh?"

"Not really, just waking up." Zaviyar gave an excuse.

Ranum who heard that, turned his head towards the wall clock. He also reminded Zaviyar to immediately go to campus.

“Ya Allah.” Zaviyar patted his forehead. He quickly ends the call with Ranum.

Zaviyar immediately prepared, changed clothes and included laptops, books and other necessities. The time showed at 13:30, it did not seem that he spent long enough to talk to Ranum.

Zaviyar immediately went out and went down to look for the Mother. He said to leave immediately, but Ms. Dini asked him to have lunch first before leaving for campus. Zaviyar devoured his food quickly then rushed towards the campus. Early ma'am who saw her son in a hurry was just a head bobble.

It takes about twenty minutes from the house to the campus. At exactly 15:00 Zaviyar arrived at the campus. The plan that originally wanted to leave early to prepare his delayed lecture materials, again failed just like that because the heart and head were already full of Ranum.

Zaviyar walked towards the lecturer room and sat down at his desk. Iia opens the laptop looking at the lecture material to be delivered. Still a little bit confused. However, it was no big deal for the young lecturer. Although a little panicked.

Not the name Zaviyar if he can not improvise in the delivery of his lecture material. He is a fairly calculated lecturer. Assertive, but none of the students felt depressed when Zaviyar entered the lecture hall. They are always excited, especially female students.

That afternoon, Zaviyar filled the lecture from 16:00 to 17:30. As usual, Zaviyar conveyed the material well and was also well received by his students. Question and answer sessions were given by Zaviyar to the students until the lecture was completed.

Zaviyar came out of the lecture room followed by his students, he walked towards the lecturer room with a smile of greeting to all that was passed. He is also known to be quite friendly, both among fellow lecturers and students. However, today, his hospitality was seen as excessive and it was realized by Radit, a friend of Zaviyar who also became a lecturer there.

The two handsome lecturers rebuked each other. Then Radit also reprimanded Zaviyar who looked strange that day. He reminded that the way Zaviyar greeted students was too excessive.

“The father of Zaviyar is handsome. For a friendly size between lecturers and students, your friendliness was late. Your smile is too wide to greet students. That smile is more fitting for people who are more persimmon same girl.” Temptation Radit.

“Ngaco you.”

Radit returned to speaking. He clearly said the strangeness of Zaviyar's attitude that suddenly changed the schedule. Even Radit also checked directly by contacting one of the students who were KKN. Ensuring there are no burdensome activities until Zaviyar has to increase the time of stay.

Zaviyar just listened to the chattering of his friend while continuing to walk. Not that he wanted to evade, but rather did not have the right answer to respond to the words of a friend who was like a brother.

"So, if Mr. Zaviyar Raffasya Hafiz to postpone the return schedule there must be something. And that flowery face must be because of the village flowers you met there," Radit said long and stressed.

“Udah adzan, pray first let your brain clean do not think anywhere.” Zaviyar.

Arriving in the lecturer room, Zaviyar and Radit immediately packed their belongings and headed to the campus mosque to perform maghrib prayers before returning home. Because today the two friends did not have a schedule for evening college, so they could hurry home.

“After this go straight home, Zav?” ask Radit.

“Iya, why?”

“Do not want to go first? Eat a cake or something like that, any time someone wants to be told.”

“Nothing!”

“Not to be cool in front of me, we've been a long time, Bro. I've memorized how you, want to be closed using anything, will be found out. It's up to you to tell me now or later, which you obviously have to remember, I always support you. It's time for you to get a soul mate." Radit grabbed his best friend's shoulder.

"It's not rusty yet" Radit added with an increasingly broken laugh.

“You said a real dong. Temen itself spelled out karatan.”

“Yes if you are not married for a long time, getting older. Finally rusted too.”

Zaviyar rattles his head to hear Radit's tearing. Similar to Ranum, Zaviyar is a young lecturer at his campus and is not married. Unlike Radit, she was married two years ago.

The two friends walked to the lecturer's room to pick up their belongings then went out to the parking lot and went home to each other.

Arriving home, Zaviyar finds his parents relaxing in the TV room.

“Udah at home, Yah?” greet Zaviyar after saying hello.

“Udah, maghrib was home. What time did you get here?”

“Korea at nine.” Zaviyar put his bag on the table and sat down next to his father. “That's Dad's furniture effort how? Don't open early?”

“Cassians who take care and their workers also if early in the morning, Zav, not to mention the female ones. They have a family and their home is also a bit away from work.. So, I don't want to burden them any more. If Dad opens early it means they have to be able to add their salary.”

Mr. Qosim has had a furniture business since young, and now his business has developed well. One thing is different from Zaviyar's father to most people who have business. When other people early in the morning have scrambled to open a business place, he actually prefers to open it more noon on the grounds that he does not want to burden his employees. Moreover, to have to leave homework for female employees, which he thinks homework for a woman is much more important.

“True also said Father. Inget Zaviyar himself if you have to leave for campus early in the morning, call the fog.”

“You've eaten, son?” sela Bu Dini's.

“Numbered, Bun.”

“Yes already, mother prepare first, you clean the body and change clothes. After this we eat together.” Ms. Early immediately stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Mr. Qosim, Zaviyar's father asked Zaviyar to the room first.

Zaviyar nodded, he hurried off to the room. Before long, Zaviyar got off and headed straight for the dining table. There Mr. Qosim and Ms. Dini were waiting for him for dinner. During the dinner, nothing was heard, only the clinking of the spoon and plate. However, Pak Qosim and Bu Dini's netra several times caught the strangeness of his only son's face. Mr. Qosim, who felt strange about his son, looked at Ms. Early questioningly, but the wife only replied with a smile.

This small family habit of gathering in front of the TV for a moment, after dinner. Although sometimes there is nothing interesting, they always take the time to gather together just chatting or joking. However, this time Zaviyar chose to go straight back to the room.

“Where to, Zav?” ask Mr. Qosim.

“Ke room, Yah.”

“Lho, not here as usual?” said Mr. Qosim who was sitting in front of the TV.

Zaviyar answered with a smile. Then step up the stairs to the room. Just like a love drunken abege.

The astonished Mr. Qosim, looked back at Early Mom. Hoping to get an answer to the strange attitude of the son.

“Zaviyar is fine, even much better since returning from the village," said Bu Dini who just walked from the kitchen. “So, let it go, Dad. Our child is an adult," concluded Ms. Dini to Mr. Qosim while winking.

“What do you mean? Are you sure Zaviyar is okay? Not usually.”

“Daddy did not understand also after seeing the happy look on Zaviyar's face since eating earlier?”

Mr. Qosim frowned. “Well, that's also what makes Dad confused. From that moment it looks really cool like a child like a new person can get arisan," he said.

“If it's mah, Mother who is seneng, Yah.”

“Lah, continues? What's the same with our only child?”

“Perhaps soon our family members will add, Yah.”

“Means mother?”

“Mantu, Dad. Phantoms. Duh, don't understand that. Basic for men.” Ms. Dini left Mr. Qosim in front of the TV.

“Bener, Bun? Bun, don't stay with your own father dong.”

Without answering, Ms. Dini just kept walking into the room.

***

In the room, Zaviyar who had imagined Ranum's face quickly grabbed his phone.

[Assalamu’alaikum. Sorry just called, just after going home to dinner first with Daddy and Mommy] One message was sent.

A few minutes passed, while waiting for a reply, Zaviyar first performed Isya’ prayers. After praying and berto’a, Zaviyar towards the nightstand picked up the phone and opened it while walking to his desk. When he opened the message he received, Zaviyar felt strange.

[No!] The reply message that Zaviyar received.

“Astaghfirullohal ‘adzim.” Zaviyar hit his forehead looking at the name of the sender of the message. Radit, the name on his phone screen.

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