Ranums
THE PETERBILT 389
"Astaghfirullohal ‘adziim.” Zaviyar hit his forehead when he realized the message he was sending was not reaching its destination.
“Radit.”
“Ah...gain again tomorrow.”
“Ya, stop. What says tomorrow.”
Zaviyar did not bother about the mistake of sending the message earlier. He then retyped a message and sent it to the person he was referring to. His phone vibrated, a moment later the message was sent back, then vibrated again, sent again, kept repeating somehow to how many times.
Maybe not a second he took his eyes off the flat object in the hand, although the sitting position has changed but the shady eyes Zaviyar still focus on the phone. A smile continued to grow on his lips, without knowing his parents were watching from the door of the room.
“See tuh, Yah. Our handsome son is like a madman.” Mom Dini said.
“The name is also again kasmaran, Mother kayak never young aja.”
“But just this time Zaviyar looks really sparkling, Dad. In the past, even if it was close to a girl like that is not very. Mother became curious about the village girl.”
“Emang Bunda sure that Zaviyar persimmon same village girl?”
“How not sure, wong Zaviyar kayak like that after returning from the village where the students KKN.”
“But, not a dancer village right, Bun?”
“Ih, Dad what the hell? Serem if it's mah.” Mum Dini and Mr. Qosim chuckled.
“Udah ah, don't be noisy here. It will be discovered if we are looking.”
“Yes, just let Zaviyar know. All Mother interrogation deh tuh bujang weathered.”
“Mother is cruel, the child himself is said to be a weathered bujang. Come on, let's go back to the room again. Mommy emang any-anya, already want to rest also still ngajakin ngintip-ngintip.”
“Biarin, out Zaviyar does not want to tell the story anyway. Mother wants to know.”
“Yes, patient dong, Bun. When it's time, Zaviyar will tell. He is also an adult. Let him mantepin first his heart, do not have to rush so as not to regret later in the day.”
Mr. Qosim finally took Ms. Dini back to the room by linking Ms. Dini's hand on her arm. Although the age is no longer young, but about intimacy, do not be asked. Pak Qosim and Bu Dini did not hesitate to do it, because they think it is the key to the household to stay harmonious and durable.
Zaviyar was still a henchman in the room with a cellphone that remained in his grasp, until finally he ended his chat just like that to tease Ranum a little. The young man also planned to do something the next day. Little test.
***
The next day, Zaviyar woke up right after the morning prayer. He rushed into the bathroom to clean himself and worship, then performed dawn prayers with his parents at the home musholla. Although the house is not quite luxurious, but it is definitely wider than Ranum's house in the village.
Two-story minimalist style house with one main room, one guest room on the first floor, two rooms on the second floor, an outdoor bathroom, as well as a kitchen, mushollah and a small garden behind the house.
After dawn prayers, Zaviyar and his parents did their own activities. Ms. Dini is ready to wrestle in the kitchen, Mr. Qosim whose work is more relaxed still took the time to open and read some verses of the Qur’an. Zaviyar himself, immediately returned to the room to prepare with the lecture material which then continued to tidy up to leave immediately because the day was quite busy schedule.
Once the food is ready, Ms. Dini calls Zaviyar for breakfast immediately. At the dining table, Mr. Qosim has been waiting with some dishes that have been presented neatly. Before long Zaviyar arrived, the three of them ate quietly and enjoyed the dishes that Bu Dini had prepared without a word.
Zaviyar who first finished his food, immediately paid to go to campus.
Arriving at the campus, Zaviyar first headed to the lecturer room. When entering, there were some lecturers and Radit who smiled ignorantly at Zaviyar. Greetings were spoken and almost in unison the other lecturers replied.
The required file is in hand. Zaviyar stepped into the lecture hall with a backpack on his back, which contained a laptop and other equipment needed to fill the lecture. One by one his assignments filling out lectures were completed, although sometimes opening the phone wanted to send a message to Ranum, but he paused.
Finally all the course hours have been completed and ended at exactly 17:00 WIB. Zaviyar left the classroom and immediately returned to the lecturer room. Radit, who was indeed waiting for him, immediately approached.
“Where, Bro? Still don't want a story?” Radit's hand was already on Zaviyar's shoulder.
“What story?” Zaviyar pretended not to understand.
“No need to pretend not to understand, Mr. Zaviyar is a smart lecturer," said Radit with emphasis.
“Udah, I want to go home first.”
“Okey, if it's still on the shelf. I made rame, nih," snapped Radit.
“Mr, Mother everything.” Radit deliberately provoked attention.
All the lecturers had looked at Radit and noticed him, waiting for the sangklek lecturer to continue his sentence.
“Dit, eat, yuk!" sela Zaviyar's.
Radit smiled triumphantly.
“Pak Radit was saying what?” Bu Dian, one of the lecturers asked.
“I just wanted to say we're saying first. Assalamu’alaikum.” Radit waved his hand.
“Kirain want to give an announcement or important info that way," said Bu Tika.
Zaviyar and Radit went hand in hand, without a sound, initially. However, it was not Radit his name if he let such a silent atmosphere.
Radit asked about the message last night straying to his number. Zaviyar replied that there was nothing.
A little annoyed Radit continued to ask Zaviyar and lazily answered. "Today there has been no follow-up. I accidentally didn't tell him, want to know how he is.”
“Call to know?”
“Iya, want to know if he wants to chat me first?”
“Yes, Zav, Zav. Your brain is smart, Bro about lessons, but about your heart and girl dodol ya.”
Zaviyar glanced and choked in annoyance. Radit explained his meaning. Starting with bragging because he was married first, he also gave understanding to his friend.
Long and wide Radit said it is impossible in an instant a girl will dare to conclude her closeness with men. Especially with a new known. Even if attention has been given and there may be a sense of. However, it is not that easy that women will show their feelings. Need certainty.
“If you want to continue consulting, eat first.” Radit's eyebrows go up and down while smiling at Zaviyar.
“Where do you eat?” ask Zaviyar.
“Serah, the important meal.”
They eventually left the campus parking lot by driving each other to a cafe.
“Terus?” zaviyar asked after sitting in a cafe chair.
“Elah, very impatient. Rent napa.”
Radit pulled the chair in front of Zaviyar, then sat down.
“Okey, gini.” Radit thinks. “Sampek where did I say?”
“Hadeeeh. Sensitive girls will also not dare ..”
“Ah yes, I remember.” Radit.
“So gini, you as a guy everywhere should dare to start first if you have serious intentions. Do not need to jaim deh or sok sok lambek, especially do not care. Unless you have no serious intentions and just friends, well up to.”
“Now you are pretentious not to care, diem, not nanya or tell me. Though your heart was not care, yes?” guess Radit.
Zaviyar just muttered.
“If tomorrow you are still like this, do not blame him if it turns out there are other men who deketin.”
Zaviyar just sighed, then sipped the drink that had been available on his desk. Their ordered food was ready, and for a moment of silence they both enjoyed the meal before them. After all the toilet food, the chat returned to the original topic.
“Then, how should I go?” ask Zaviyar seriously.
“Pepet aja, Bro.”
“He can't talk if it's not halal.”
“Hadeeeh.. This is, between the same plain ***different thin.”
“Once again, I will not pay for your food.”
“Eits.. okay, okay. It means pepet does not mean you have to continue to whack with him. But show him that you are considerate and want him. And if you are sure, yes just apply let not late.”
“Yes it is up to you, but obviously no girl who wants to wait long without clarity, especially if their age is ready to go to a more serious level. Do not get you nyesel because first with others.”
The chat ended, Zaviyar paid for dinner and then came out of the cafe followed by Radit who walked behind Zaviyar seriously staring at the screen of his phone.
“What's up, Dit?” Zaviyar asked.
“This is my wife, I forgot to say I want to go with you. So she just asked me where.”
“Oh... Yes already, you go home first aja.”
“OK, Bro. Thanks for dinner.”
Zaviyar gave a thumbs up.
Radit immediately left Zaviyar who was still standing leaning on his car. He looked at the sky, which happened to be bright night with many stars and a moon that was no less beautiful. A few minutes were spent just staring at the sky, staring away at the figure of the girl in another city. After feeling quite satisfied looking at the cluster of stars, the handsome young man got into the car. Then drive it at medium speed.
Arriving home, Zaviyar kissed his parents' hands and then went into the room because he had dinner with Radit. His heart was still worried between wanting to know the news of the girl who was stealing his attention, but hesitated to contact because it wanted the girl who started first. Picking up the phone, then putting it back, retrieved, then saved again.
“Hold, Zav. Tomorrow just call Ranum and see how he responds" Zaviyar told himself.
Finally, Zaviyar decided to pray Isya and berto’a on the Owner of the true heart. After the prayer, Zaviyar who was filled with anxiety with a sense of being residing in the heart, chose to open the Qur’an and chant the verses.
After a few minutes, the Qur’annya closed and he stored it in its original place. Then change clothes to immediately rest the body and heart and mind.
***
Zaviyar squirms when I hear sayup-sayup Iandang adzan from the mosques. Trying to open your eyes, sit on the edge of the bed and go to the bathroom. Shortly after, Zaviyar came out of the bathroom and wore a cocoa shirt to carry out his duties with both parents. The morning activities were carried out as usual by the small family.
Zaviyar who has a morning teaching schedule, immediately rushed, breakfast and leave for campus. An hour of college ended, Zaviyar had an empty hour. He returned to the lecturer's room, sat behind his desk, reached into his cell phone.
[Assalamu’alaikum] Zaviyar sent a message to Ranum.
[Waituin huh?] With three smiley emoticons in his teeth, Zaviyar sent back one message.
Zaviyar's heart was agitated waiting for his reply.
[No] One short message made Zaviyar unable to hold back a smile.
[Times?]
[Yes]
[That's why I forgot to say hello?] This time the laughing emoticon launched Zaviyar on his message.
There was no immediate reply. It took a few seconds for Ranum to reply, not as fast as before.
[Yes, besides Mas Zaviyar. Message one has not been answered, send another message]
“Ra, Ra, why the hell? More greget know not?” Zaviyar's smile widened to read Ranum's reply.
[That's it?]
[Hmmm]
[Not waiting?]
[Yes]
[Oh, yes]
Back Zaviyar wants to tease Ranum. Silence, some moments no more reply. Zaviyar waited, confused to start the conversation again.
[That's it, Mom?] Finally a message he received. Zaviyar smelled a smile.
[How do you want?]
[Yes, not how]
[Convinced?]
[Yes, that's it. Assalamu’alaikum]
[Did?]
[There are greetings not answered]
[Wa’alaikumussalam] reply Zaviyar.
[But wait, Ra. Don't sulk and don't break up our conversation until here] Zaviyar's next message.
[What's up, Mom?]
[Want to talk to you, can't you?]
[If not, then I will not reply]
[It's very important, Neng?]
[Wild]
[Pe em ice, huh?]
[No!]
[Continues?]
[Nubruk, Mas if you keep going. Turn around if you don't stop]
Zaviyar chuckled at Ranum's message, making the other lecturers who were also there immediately turn to him.
“Pak Zaviyar why?” ask Ms. Tika.
“Oh, sorry. It's nothing, Mom. This is my friend sending a funny message.” Zaviyar.
Zaviyar is back on his phone.
[Not going to be nubruk, the brakes are discs]
[Mas Zaviyar doesn't go to college?]
[Udah then, later. It's an hour of empty lecture]
[Oh.].
[You?]
[It just finished printing the report yesterday]
[What revision is that?]
[Yes]
[It's settled?]
[It's still me checking again before being deposited]
[Search, let's not go back and forth and not work many times]
[Ready, Sir!]
[Did?]
[Alem, Mom?] Zaviyar's heart that was beating normally, now it was like running so fast. A short reply but it felt special to him
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