The Black Valley Becomes the Empress

The Part 24

I walked happily into my contract. I kept my bag and laptop in my room. Then I went to Rangga's room which was right beside me. I knocked on the door. I waited a long time, but there was no answer from Rangga. I went back to my room. Pick up the phone in my bag. Then gently press the touch screen on my phone to look for no Rangga.

"Assalamualaikum" Sapa rangga over there.

"Wassalamu'alaikum" I replied. "You haven't come home yet?" I asked rangga.

"Yes, the boss told me to overtime. What's the matter love?" tanyanya.

"I was going to invite you to eat malem, but you're not there" I replied. The money from my novel contract has gone into my account. I just want to share that happiness with Rangga. Although only a small.

"Where's the lottery paper, miss?" tanyakanya. Again with his trademark style mocked me.

"Semalem dapet to gel me" hahahah answered me again. "Can't you? What time are you home?" my many.

"It looks like it's going to be late" she replied.

"Hiyaaa.." I said. "Oh, shall we lunch tomorrow?" continued again.

"Miss, are you asking this handsome widower for a date?" tanyanya.

"About" I replied. He laughed across there followed by me. "Can't we have lunch tomorrow?" ask again.

"Yes, I can" he said. His voice sounded in my ear. Like other sounds, aside from the speaker of my phone. I moved towards the door of my rented room. To make sure that my guess is wrong. I peeked through the window. Rangga is right at my doorstep. I open my door. My eyes glared as I reached out to my waist with one hand. Because next to my other hand I use to hold my phone to stay in my ear.

"Rangga.." I said as I pinched his stomach. Rangga chuckled at my treatment. "He's overtime?" dogme.

"Where might I be willing to refuse your date, miss. hahah" he said.

"Gombali. Just change your clothes, sir" I said. He staggered away after hearing my words. "Oh yes you need to remember, sir. Learn to lie again. You apparently have not been so shrewd about that one business. Because I was very sure when I called you, you were on your way here" I continued.

"Hahah" he said, shaking his hand in the air. I reply with my tongue out while grinning. In my heart I laughed to see it.

I don't know, I don't understand the feeling I'm having right now. Am I opening my heart to a man? Quickly I pat that thought. I don't want to think about love. It won't.

I started getting ready to go to dinner with Rangga. My intention is not to get any closer or anything. I just want to share a little bit of my halal rezeky with her. The Rezeky I got from the sweat drops. Not the result of lying on the mattress, although both give off sweat.

Rangga is good. He was polite, considerate, affectionate and much more the glory of his heart. Makes every woman wish she could be a part of her life. Just like me, who hopes. But I know myself enough. The gap between us is wide. The knock on the door made my daydream about Rangga fade. I rushed to the door. Open the door and lock it from the outside.

The clock still shows at 7 pm, before eating Rangga invites me to go to the supermarket which is not so far from my contract. Riding a motorcycle on Rangga. Arriving at the supermarket Rangga began to choose and enter items that might be needed by him.

At first I just followed him from behind, but over time it came to my mind to also share my happiness with the occupants of the contract. Although not much, I started to include some dus instant noodles coconut oil packaging, sugar, bottled drinks as well as biscuits. All of which I bought in large quantities.

I got separated from Rangga in that supermarket. I was in the food aisle, while Rangga was in the toiletry aisle. After all my groceries moved on the troley, I headed for the cashier. I saw Rangga sitting in the waiting area not far from the cashier.

"You want a damn? so much for the groceries?" asked Rangga while watching my groceries that are as abrek. I smiled, not answering his words. Luckily, the supermarket was serving inter-service at once. So I don't have to bother to bring my groceries with me. So does Rangga's groceries. I put them together with my groceries.

At first I had the supermarket service officer drop her off tomorrow. Because I didn't know what time I was coming home tonight. But without asking, Rangga called his friend who was also the same rented resident with me and Rangga. Told his friend to take our groceries.

After giving the address to the shipping officer, Rangga and I went and started looking for a cafe that was not too far from this supermarket. A cafe at the crossroads, distracting me. The interior design of the classic style makes my eyes reluctant to turn away from the cafe. I finally decided to eat at the cafe.

"There seems to be another birthday" exclaimed Rangga shortly after I tricked him into eating at the cafe. I smile and remember my birthday. A birthday that I never celebrate every year, or even I look forward to his presence.

"Year date? I even forgot my date of birth. I'm still grinning today. It turned out that my struggles and hard work over the past few months had paid off" I said. "My novel is coming up soon" I continued. Rangga smiled proudly at me.

"Oh it turns out that this sweet lady is a novelist" he replied again. My face turned red hearing his words. Embarrassed.

"Hehe, just learned" I replied honestly.

"Where's the publisher?" ask Rangga. I mentioned the name of a fairly well-known publishing company. "Oh yeah, means your work is good. As far as I know, it is very difficult to penetrate the publisher. And you're lucky" he answered. I just blushed in shame.

As the food began to sit on the table, we began to eat our dinner. Enjoy every seasoning and taste combined with various other ingredients. It creates a scent that makes the stomach grow.

Rangga had asked about the title of my novel, but I did not answer the question. I would rather ask her something else to avoid asking her questions. Yes, I do not want Rangga to know or read my novel. Because it is clearly autobiographical. So I made sure that I wrote according to my life journey. I really don't want Rangga to know about my dark past. Shame if people in my new life know as darkly as I do.