Ranums
RING CANDY
The moon is no longer visible in the sky. The sun has greeted the earth, giving off its warm rays. Ranum already looks fresher and ready to go to school. Recalling the conversation last night with the man who always thrills his heart, makes the sweet girl smile herself. However, it was also worried thinking about what Zaviyar would actually say later.
Ranum steps decisively towards school. With a sweet smile, he went through the usual activities. The clink of time continued to spin, until the school hours after the young teacher was unceasingly smiling. His heart now blossomed, his thoughts again drifting over the words of Zaviyar last night.
“Don't baper, Num. Will be disappointed again, hurt again," he said.
One by one the other teachers went into the teacher's room after all the students came home.
“Bu Ranum so when to Malang?” ask Bu Sri.
“God willingly tomorrow only, Bu.”
“Bu Irna, has the money been prepared?” Bu Sri set his eyes on Ms. Irna.
“Already, Mom. It.” Ms. Irna put the envelope with money on the front desk of Ms. Sri.
“Oh yes, thank you, Bu.” Bu Sri took the envelope and gave it to Ranum.
“This, Mrs Ranum. For what kind of book, it's up to Ms. Ranum tomorrow. Ms. Ranum can see first which one is suitable for children.”
“Good, Bu.”
***
In the evening, the sound of the Adhan re-echoed signifying the call of the Rabb had come. Ranum and his mother were preparing to pray. Do’a they also promised before ending his misgivings to the Khalik.
Ranum's heart, which seemed to be decorated with stars since his chat with Zaviyar last night, several times saw his own smiles in the room. Although all day there has been no news from the man who now fills the recesses of his heart. But, he felt calm without any negative thoughts running through his mind.
Ranum, who was more relaxed that day, sat on the mattress and took the phone that was placed there. He opened the facebook application that has been taken for a long time. There was an inbox coming in.
[Oh County. Ever played in the middle?] The message seen in the inbox from Arvin. There is a green sign on the account profile photo, indicating the owner is active.
[Over, very often]
[Where?] ask Arvin.
[Can go to bookstores, Matos, or around the Square]
[Circling dong? Hehe]
[Yes]
[No plans to go to Malang in the near future?]
[God willing tomorrow]
[Really?]
[Yes]
[Whose same?]
[Own]
[What's wrong?]
[Motor]
[Oh. May meet?]
[What are you doing?]
[Yes meet, let's get to know. Who knows when you fit here again need help, it would be nice if anyone knows]
[Hm ..]
[See tomorrow, yes] Ranum continued in his chat with Arvin.
[There's WA? Let it be good if ngabarin]
[I'm telling you here, same thing, right?]
[Okey, it's okay]
In the middle of his chat with a man in cyberspace, suddenly Ranum's phone vibrated back but this time not because of the incoming inbox. One call was visible on his phone screen, he swiped the green button and brought it closer to his ear.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Mas.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam. Busy again?”
“No, Mas. Relax just now.”
“Tumben?”
“Udah looped yesterday's report. Now it's a bit leisure, enough work in school aja.”
“Thank God, you can be more relaxed.”
“Iya, Mas.”
“Udah to eat?”
“Udah, Mas.”
“Udah healthy?”
“Alhamdulillah, was also in school.”
“Alhamdulillah.”
“Mas Zaviyar himself again what?”
“For your phone, still new.”
“Other means, Mas.”
“Not there, sit down and call you aja.”
“Oh.”
“Bunder.”
“Abanya, Mas?”
“You said ‘O’ is bunder. Bullet, Ra.”
“Ih, Mas Zaviyar mah.”
“Ya, you answer it ‘Oh’ aja.”
“Yes, wes replace ah.”
Zaviyar chuckled at Ranum's voice.
“Kok, laugh, Mas?” Ranum's voice started to sound annoyed.
“Yes, you're funny. The ‘ah’ time is it?”
“Mas Zaviyar who started.”
“You are there too, nothing else what?”
“Emang want me to answer what?”
“What, yes?”
“Tau deh”
Momentary silence. The two men were at a loss for words, confused to speak but reluctant to end the phone call.
“Mas Zaviyar every day his college hours are full, yes?” Ranum starts breaking the ice.
“No, some are not full. Like that time, when I came home from your village.”
“If full fitting is complete by what time?”
“Five hours in the afternoon, but sometimes until Isya's house or after.
“Nongrong first?”
“Yes, sometimes same friends. There was a friend with me and my family since college. So, sometimes if you are bored, yes hang out first with him.”
“Oh is?”
“Iya. You alone if you are tired or bored not come out?”
“Ya out, sometimes the same as Bu Cici, sometimes also the same other friends.”
“Often out if it is saturated, let it refresh, not for, not stress.”
“Yes, Mr. Zaviyar.”
Both giggle. Then came the voice of Bu Ratih calling Ranum.
“Num, are you still busy? No praying first?”
“Oh yes, Mom. Bentar.”
Zaviyar who heard that, denied it. “This, Mom her son is busy calling.”
“Yeee, who calls first?”
“Iya, yes, i.”
“Ya, Mas. Close first yes phone.”
“Okey.”
“Mas Zaviyar don't forget to also pray.”
“Pasti.”
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam.”
Ranum who had planned to go to Malang tomorrow. Choosing to go to bed early so that tomorrow is not late and fresh when walking in a cold city.
***
The day has changed, the dawn has broken. Ranum, who had finished bathing and changed clothes, picked up a bag. He inserted a wallet, a tissue, a powerbank to anticipate if his phone ran out of battery.
After feeling all the equipment goes in the bag. Ranum headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Mrs Ratih, who had gone to school, had prepared the food at the table for her daughter's breakfast.
Ranum looked at the clock on the wall, the time showing at 7:30. Thin powder on the face, lipstick with a natural color, black veil covering the head completes its appearance. Before long she had looked neat and more graceful than usual who always looked simple and rarely wore makeup. Ranum rushed out his motorcycle from home to drive towards the city of Malang.
Approximately one hour and twenty minutes of time taken by Ranum from his home to reach Malang and directly to the bookstore that is usually visited. Arriving at the parking lot, he took the time to open facebook.
[So to Malang?] Inbox by Arvin.
[So. It's in Malang]
[Where?]
[In Dieng's bookstore]
[I'm going there, huh?]
[Entar if you want to see me, when you're done]
[Key. I wait to hear about it]
Ranum, who likes to read, often forgets time in a bookstore. The girl glanced at the watch in her hand, it turned out to have been there long enough and did not feel it was past the time of dzuhur. Realizing that, he immediately finished his needs and rushed on a motorbike to the Great Mosque of Malang.
No more than fifteen minutes Ranum arrived at the mosque, as soon as he entered to fulfill the obligation.
The cool atmosphere inside the mosque made Ranum want to stay there a little longer. He took the phone that was put first in the bag before praying. Reopen the inbox from Arvin.
[I'm done. It's in the mosque in front of the Square]
A few minutes without an answer. Ranum, who was sitting at the very back, leaned his back against the wall of the mosque.
[Key. I'm going there]
[What are you wearing?]
[Whatsapp can do it? This is my number ..]
Message from Arvin received. I don't know what is on Ranum's mind, he was like welcoming a helping hand from Arvin. His fingers pressed some numbers on the phone and then saved them. A message was sent to the owner of the number.
[Assalamu’alaikum. This is my number, Ranum.]
Then Ranum added a photo of himself selfie but with a sideways style, so that his face is not clearly visible.
[Wa’alaikumussalam. Okay, I'm going there. Wait in the west square, which is close to the mosque]
[Key]
Ranum got up from his seat and came out of the mosque. He walked towards the bench in the square not far from the parking lot of his motorcycle earlier. It did not take long, seen the figure of a man with a cool face, wearing a white t-shirt combined with dark blue jeans, posture is quite high, the chest is square, and the, and his right hand holding a cell phone was walking towards him. Ranum looked at the man.
“Hai. Ranum?” greet the man.
“Eh .. yes. You ..?” Ranum frowned.
“Arvin.” The man smiled.
“Oh, You Arvin?”
“Iya, I'm Arvin. Wh why? Kok seems to be in shock.”
“Nothing, I think not you.” Ranum smiled clumsily.
“You didn't see my photo on facebook?”
“Enggak” Ranum grinning.
“Oalah. Yes already, now where to go?”
“Serah.”
“Udah eat yet?”
Ranum. “Tadi out of the bookstore directly to the mosque pray first, because it does not feel it was already noon aja.”
“Okey, if so we find a place to eat first. Which motor are you?”
“Itu” Ranum pointed to a motorbike in the parking lot that was not far from where he was waiting for Arvin.
“You want me to ride your own bike?”
“My own motorbike. Where do you want to eat?”
“In Merjosari area, there are many good and good places to eat at once chat.”
“Okey.”
They walk to their motorbikes. Arvin was riding his motorbike in front of Ranum, speeding at medium speed towards the place mentioned earlier.
Arriving at the intended place, there are already many visitors who meet the cafe. Arvin invites Ranum in and looks for a comfortable seat.
“Please.” Arvin pulls out a chair for Ranum.
“Thank you.”
“What message do you want?”
“As of you aja.”
“I don't know what you like, don't want anymore.”
“What food can I eat. So, just relax.” Ranum smiled.
“Okey, then.”
Arvin heads to the booking table, before long he returns and takes a seat in front of Ranum.
“Like to read a book, huh?”
“Lumayan.”
“Pantes if you feel at home in a bookstore. I thought you were home.”
“Hehe, sorry.”
“Not a problem. Actually, I wanted to nyamperin you in the bookstore, because my house is not far from there.”
“Oh, yes?
“Hmm .. about 5 minutes.”
“Det dong?”
“Yes, but you didn't want me to samperin.”
“Please you waited a long time ago to get there.”
“Yes too, sih.” Both smiling.
Orders have arrived.
“Nikmatin, Bro.” Said the man who delivered the order to Arvin.
“Sip.” Arvin gave his thumb. “Still yes.”
The man passed by with a smile aimed at Arvin.
“You know?” ask Ranum.
“I come here quite often. So, yes there are some who know.”
“Oh.”
“Eat first.”
“Iya.”
Ranum and Arvin enjoy the food menu ordered, because both of them have not eaten lunch. As the two focused on each other's food, Ranum's phone rang. Seeing who the person who contacted him, immediately take a drink before receiving the phone call.
“Assalamu’alaikum. Yes, what's up, Mas?”
Arvin who heard that, looked at Ranum while frowning. But Ranum gave no answer.
“Wa’alaikumussalam. What are you doing, Ra?”
“Again meals.”
“Kok kayak rame that, eat out?”
“Iya, I'm again in Malang.”
“Whose name?”
“Ke Unfortunately himself.”
“Bus?”
“Motor.”
“You said to your own poor, means now ..?”
“Sama friends. I met a friend here.”
“What girl is a guy?”
“Cowok.”
“Oh, yes already. Assalamu’alaikum.”
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