THE HEART IS BROKEN
FOR YOUR SAKE, I'M CLINGY
Four days have passed. Staying at home really makes me feel more comfortable. Away from the hustle and bustle of motor vehicles. Of course what makes me more comfortable is the presence of that cute guy.
From the beginning my eyes caught his face, since then his nosy shadow disturbed my mind. I don't know what, his face began to casually look into my dreams every night. Yes this may be in love. Sometimes my heart piqued to conclude the feeling I felt, uncompromising with my brain. I need to find this pink virus-relieving herb soon. Otherwise, it could mess up my daily activities.
I always can't wait for prayer time, before the prayer hour arrives, I will dress up a little, polish my face with the powder to make it not look dull. Not to forget I also polish a little lip tint so that my lips do not look pale.
This afternoon, the congregation of Ashar prayer has just been completed at the mosque. One by one, the congregation began to leave the musholla. This Ashar I used to wear a t-shirt and long toad pants and hair that I ponytail. Somewhat neat indeed if only to pretend to pluck the weeds that grow in front of the fence of my house. My real intention is not to pluck the weeds. Trust me, I'm not that smart to clean the yard. My only intention is one, waiting for him to pass.
Pucuk dikinta ulam arrive. What I will eventually pass. He walked right up to me. As soon as it's near me.
"Assalamualaikum, Mba" he said.
It feels like my soul floated so by her. Maybe if he is not the one who greets, the greeting feels normal, does not make the heart beat fast. It is not in vain that I was exposed to the afternoon sun, for the sake of being greeted by him.
"Waalaikumsalam, Bang" I answered nervously.
He just paused for a moment, then smiled and continued in his footsteps. Without thinking my banner drag my steps that are still a little stiff because of his greeting earlier to pursue him. Until now we have almost gone together. Maybe he felt something was taking his step.
"Eh. You. for a second" Call me.
He stopped his steps and turned his body back, towards my voice
"yes, what's wrong mba?" tanyanya.
"May I ask you something?" reckless.
"Can I help you, Mba? " his face still scratches a thousand questions, but the smile on his face does not disappear.
"I'm Arla, Rachel Charla Amelia, the eldest daughter of Ms Retno" I said as I reached out.
The guy did not welcome my helping hand, he just looked at me and threw his sweet smile while asking.
I keki heard the answer, misbehavior moreover my hand still stalling waiting for the greeting of his hand. He kept on with that sweet smile. I thought for a moment what answer I would give him.
"Oh nothing, just want to get acquainted," I finally pulled my hand out
"Oos.. I am Rama" he answered.
"Oohhhhhhhhhhh... Ramah. Do you have a mobile number?" ask me without a second thought and shameless.
his pair of eyes could only stare strangely and questioningly at me. But his lips endlessly floated that smile. My heart is beating faster.
"Hey, what's the silence..? Is there a mobile number? Or the number you can call "my cerocos while playing my ponytail.
"Sorry Mba, I'm in a hurry. If there is nothing important to talk about, I beg you", he said without answering my question, Jleeb. He was talking about my question, I just kept quiet and didn't respond.
"Wassalaamualaikum" he said then swung his steps leaving me who still did not believe the incident just now.
DEG...!!! DUAAAR!!! it felt like being struck by lightning I felt like I heard the answer. As if he was worried about my words and questions. I felt ashamed and regretted what I had done. I could be this strong.
Yes maybe I feel ashamed of myself and him because he didn't respond to me too much, if only he responded to what I asked and we talked longer, he said, maybe my embarrassment won't show up. I feel so touched by him. Even more so when he said that what I asked was not important.
I was still standing glued to his back until it disappeared at the end of the alley. Still thinking about my attitude that can be that close, and thinking about the shame I bear if I meet him again tomorrow. But the good news is I already know the guy's name. Ramah.
I ran to the room, grabbed the phone, I tried to contact Airin to tell him what I had just experienced. Many times I tried to contact Airin, but there was no word from across, maybe there was no one in Airin's house. I finally hung up the phone. And choose to daydream on the living room sofa. Imagine all the stupid things I just did.
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