RUMI: The Love of a Paralyzed Man

EIGHT YEARS EARLIER...

"Stop!" Vivian gave a warning to Rumi to stop his motorbike in front of an alleyway with a gate on the left and right.

"Whose house are you?" Tanya Rumi was curious, because around the gate there was no house.

"That! That paint is gray!" Vivian pointed to the gray house about two hundred meters away from the mouth of the alley.

"But the anther just got here, let Papa not talk," continued Vivian grimacing.

"Indeed why if your papa's lecturing? We're gonna get married?" Tanya Rumi.

"Abroad! Who have you to speak to seven days and seven nights! Papa I'm fierce!" Reply Vivian who is either showing off or is scaring Rumi.

"All right then. I'm asking for your phone number!" Rumi thrust a pen at Vivian that she knew where she was coming from.

After all, why do people go up the mountain with pens?

"For?" Tanya Vivian sok selling expensive.

"You keep my picture on your phone, so you have to send it. I will remind you later," said Rumi gave a reason that happened to be perfect. Vivian just sighed.

"All right! Write where?" Vivian asked as she reached for the pen proffered by Rumi.

"Here!" Rumi rolled up the sleeves of her jacket, then thrust her white hand in front of Vivian. Directly seen black and white when Rumi's white hand coupled with Vivian's dark-skinned hand

Chocolate is exotic too!

It's C-A-N-T-I-K!

Not P-U-T-I-H!

Vivi grabs Rumi's arm and starts writing her mobile number there.

"It's over!" Report Vivian while returning Rumi's pen.

"Thank you" Rumi said, confirming the sleeves of her jacket.

"I'll go straight home then. Your school's in 8th High School, right?" Ask Rumi next. The young man had already started his motor.

"Yes," Vivian replied briefly and frowned slightly.

"SMA 8." Rumi was seen muttering while remembering. Bizarre

"What's wrong?" Vivian finally couldn't bear to not ask because she was surprised to see the look on Rumi's face.

"There's nothing. I just keep in mind that maybe I have a friend in High School 8," replied Rumi, adding a smile.

"Is she?" Vivian asked again feeling pussy.

"There was. Name's Vivian!" Rumi replied as she rubbed Vivian's cheeks which immediately looked up in shock.

Rumi did not mince words anymore and immediately put forward his motorbike leaving Vivian who was still in her place. Rumi's motor was already invisible when suddenly a horn jolted Vivian's daydream.

"Vi, are you home? How did you not call brother? Who came home with that?" Cecar Abang Sandy who had stopped his bike in front of Vivian who was still sculpting.

"Eh, that, Bang-" Vivian stuttered a little.

"Vivian's phone is dead. So Vivian was hitchhiking a friend and was ushered here" Vivian explained next.

"Friends?" Sandy's brother frowned and Vivian went back wrong.

"It looks like your friend is not a girl," guessed Brother Sandy who immediately made Vivian more wrong.

"That's...Anu,"

"Udah, let's go up!" Tukas Abang Sandy next to the sister who is still wrong. Vivian gave no more excuses and immediately climbed on the bike.

"Don't tell Papa, yeah, Bang!" Vivian's message to Sandy's brother.

"Why indeed? Afraid Papa's angry?" Guess Sandy's brother.

"Abang Sandy good, deh!" Woo Vivian again.

"Hmmm, pinter you if you seduce. Exactly Kak Vita," muttered Abang Sandy while chuckling.

"Kan Kak Vita who taught," Vivian replied while chuckling. Sandy's brother chuckled and the motorbike had reached the yard of Vivian and Sandy's parents.

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Vivian was just working on a task when a message from a foreign number entered her phone.

[Hi, Sweet! Take a photo of me, dong!]

Vivian frowning.

Sweetie?

That cat?

[Who, huh? Why call sweet? Am I a cat?] - Vivian-

Vivian said smile after sending a reply message on the actual foreign number Vivian also already know whose number it is. Vivian immediately saved the new number as a contact on her phone and gave Rumi a shitty name.

[You're sweet. So do not need sugar anymore if you want to make sweet iced tea. Just look at your face is already directly sweet iced tea] - Rumi-Rumi

[That's great!] - Vivian-

[Yes who are you? Why ask me? I'm not you!] - Vivian-

[You're not me. But I want only you. You and I are us. Wanna, right?] -Rumi-Rumi

[You what?] - Vivian-

[So stupid, anyway, you! Make gemes and want to poke!] - Rumi-Rumi

[Huh? What stab?] -Vivian--

[Piercing your cheek hole. What do you think the prick is? Your mind is not as innocent as your face turns out] - Rumi-

Vivian's face suddenly met red while reading a message full of rage from Rumi.

[What, anyway! You are the pervert!] - Vivian-

[Nih, your photo!] - Vivian-

Vivian sent two photos of Rumi that were still neatly stored on her phone. The man's face was very stiff and reluctant to smile, even though when exchanging messages, Rumi was so engrossed and often threw his spare change at Vivian. Basic man!

[Which in your phone gallery you immediately deleted or still save?] - Rumi-Rumi

[Why ask questions] - Vivian-

[You make sure that my photo will not be misused.] - Rumi-Rumi

Vivian immediately chuckled at the reply to a silly message from Rumi.

[If I use it for rat and cockroach harm including abuse?] - Vivian-

[Of course!] - Rumi-Rumi

[Then who did not enter the abuse how?] - Vivian-

[You print, then you put it in a frame, then you put it on your study table lined with your photo] - Rumi-Rumi

Vivian stared at the photo on her study desk. The photo on the mountain yesterday was taken by Rumi, Vivian prints and Vivian directly displayed as a memento that Vivian had climbed to the top. Although when down Vivian had to be carried by Rumi because her leg was injured.

[Know where if there's a picture of me on my desk?] - Vivian-Vivian

[That's it! I'll take you from the window] - Rumi-Rumi

Huh huh?

Vivian hurriedly got up from her seat to ascertain whether Rumi was really behind the window of her room or not. The girl opened the curtain and there was nothing.

Ck! You little Rumi!

[Haha! It must be nengokin out the window for me to cry out] - Rumi-Rumi

[Nosy basics!] -Vivian-

[I'm hanging out in a cafe with friends] - Rumi-Rumi

Rumi sent a photo inside a cafe that was quite crowded. I don't know which cafe Vivian doesn't know either. Vivian rarely goes out of the house let alone hang out in a cafe and hang out whatever. Vivian's a home-grown kid!

[Not a task? It's not Sunday night] - Vivian-

[Tomorrow stay nyontek] - Rumi-Rumi

[Basic! How to test later try? if the task continues?] - Vivian-?

[Submission as well] - Rumi-Rumi

[Ck! Basic!] -Vivian-

[By the way, you like hanging out too, don't you? I'll pick you up?] - Rumi--Rumi

[No! I'm a home-based kid. Never hang out or hang out. If it comes out the same as Papa or Brother] - Vivian-Vivian-

[Good, dong! It is good that the girl is at home, studying diligently. Later let me be a doctor or teacher] - Rumi-Rumi

[You're a nurse only] - Vivian-

[ Nurse? Do not forget to take care of me too, yes!] - Rumi-Rumi

Vivian's cheeks meet red again reading Rumi's last message. If Rumi said Vivian's face is sweet, then could Vivian say Rumi's crush is even sweeter and make Vivian diabetic and want to throw up a rainbow at all times?

But by the way, is Rumi crunching like this on Vivian? Don't-don't Rumi is a crocodile that loves many teenage girls! Rumi's face belongs to the category of handsome and supported by the perfect appearance as well.

Ck! Vivian should not have much hope!

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