Ranums
UNFEELING

Evening has arrived. Ranum who had received a message from Zaviyar, starting from ba’da Maghrib his eyes repeatedly glanced at the phone that he put not far from where he was sitting on the mattress. After the Isya prayer, the girl immediately returned to the room waiting for news from the man who had made the heart unsettled.

The clock's needle kept ticking, the longer Ranum waited, the more annoyance grew. Somehow the clear drops suddenly fell soaked in the cheeks considering Zaviyar who had no news.

“You want what the hell, Mas?”

“Pehape?”

“Better just now do not need to talk if finally I believe gini. Waiting is tired, boring, and .. painful .”

Ranum dialogued on his own spilling annoyance with tears that occasionally came back out. Not wanting her mother to hear, she locked the door to her room and sat back down on the bed. A few times wiping tears that do not know why just keep coming out.

“Why the hell, Num? Who is he, who is he? You shouldn't be like gini.”

As Ranum tried to calm himself, his phone shook. Ranum.

[Assalamu’alaikum. Not busy?] Whatsapp message from Arvin.

“Ah ... why are you the one who chat?” Ranum lazy to reply. But considering that Arvin knew nothing about his problem, he chose to reply.

[Wa’alaikumussalam. Nope]

[What's up?]

[Slept aja.]

[Sickness?]

[No, just a break]

[Oh, yes. I'm not disturbing?]

[Can you have a chat?]

[Voice call?]

Three consecutive messages came in from Arvin, making his phone endlessly vibrate. Ranum, upset, throws his phone to the side and almost falls off the bed.

"Astaghfirullahal. Ranum, what are you doing anyway? If you fall really and damaged you yourself are bothered. Cell phones aren't cheap, Num. It takes a salary of months to be able to buy a new one" he wrote.

Then he again saw the chat on WhatsApp.

[What are you doing?]

[You said, want to talk.]

[Yes, what does that mean? Sampek wants to call everything]

[No want to? Yes, it's okay.]

[Chat aja, again males chat.]

[Why? Any problem?]

Ranum did not reply, instead put the phone slightly away from the sitting position. His heart was no longer in good shape to just mince words with Arvin. He lay down, covered his face with a pillow. I wanted to scream but was afraid someone would hear me.

I heard her phone shake again. Ranum ignored, up to three times shaking. Finally, his right hand tried to reach the phone with his head still covered with a pillow.

“Stupid highly, Mas. I'm tired of waiting," said Ranum when he saw the WhatsApp message that appeared, then he put his phone again without replying to the incoming message.

Long enough, Ranum almost fell asleep when his phone shook again. He glanced, seen the name of the man who had been waiting for appeared on the phone screen.

Ranum who was still upset did not immediately receive a phone call Zaviyar, up to two calls. The third call he picked up, it was after a long time his phone vibrated.

Ranum deliberately raised, but without a sound, he still held back his annoyance. Try your best to cover it up. Not to mention the voice that will certainly sound different due to the cry earlier.

Ranum who can not hide the look of his face and voice after crying, even though only a drop of tears came out. Making him often try to be strong and resist the crying so as not to spill, especially after the departure of his father a few years ago.

It makes Ranum learn to strengthen his heart so as not to cry and make his mother worry. But, for some reason the presence of Zaviyar seemed to make the girl a little fragile.

Zaviyar's voice was heard saying a greeting which was then answered by Ranum. The conversation over the phone continued even though Ranum only answered as necessary. Until the time when the two no longer find the word to melt the atmosphere that feels stiff, because of the selfishness of each that occurred before. Ranum asked himself.

“But, why did Mas Zaviyar suddenly get angry with me? I did make a big mistake until Mas Zaviyar was angry or ..?”

“I'll explain everything to you when we meet later. Therefore, please wait for me, Ra."

Hearing that, Ranum just agreed and soon the phone connection was terminated.

***

Time keeps turning, days change. Two people in different cities through it with equally erratic hearts. Ranum is sometimes guessing what the young man wants to say, while Zaviyar is busy thinking how to string words to say everything when he meets.

Sunday has come, the weather seems to know enough that two flowering hearts await that day.

That morning, before leaving for the village, Zaviyar sent a WhatsApp message. He wanted to make sure if Ranum was waiting for him that day or going out for a walk. But, Zaviyar did not know how he should ask.

[Assalamu'alaikum]

[Morning gini what?]

[Help Mom]

[Mas Zaviyar so come here?]

Zaviyar's smile expands. Finally the expected question came from Ranum. He didn't have to ask where the girl was that day.

[God willing]

[If it doesn't, I'll go out.]

[Surely going out?]

[Yes .. if Mas Zaviyar does not come here, why do I stay at home only]

[God willing, wait]

[God willing]

Zaviyar just smiled reading Ranum's last reply. He then moved from sitting, into the bathroom. Prepare to meet the ruler of the heart. Although the main task is to see the progress of the students, but at that time the main Ranum in his mind.

Mr. Qosim and Ms. Dini looked at her son with a smile. Zaviyar who at that time certainly looks happy because he will meet the sharp-eyed village girl.

"Be careful on the road, don't speed. Speak firmly, do not let there be any more misunderstandings," advised Mr. Qosim.

"Whenever we are ready to follow to propose," said Ms. Dini.

Zaviyar looked at his mother. "Wait a minute, Bun. Zaviyar also wants to give a good ghost to Mother."

"Feeling Mother said, God willing she is a good girl and good enough to be Mother's daughter-in-law."

"Don't look for the perfect one, son. Because you won't find anything like that. You also have a lot of shortcomings. Your duties and your wife will complement each other, covering up each other's shortcomings. A wife is the best dress of a husband, as well as a husband who is also the best dress of his wife. So, the good of you, depends on you alone," said Mr. Qosim Long.

His eyes looked like he was thinking about something. No words came out of Zaviyar's mouth in response to his father's words, only a nod from his head became an answer.

"Yes, Dad. Zaviyar left first, Dad, Bun." Zaviyar kissed his parents' hands.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

The silver car rolled, splitting the streets of Surabaya to Pasuruan. Zaviyar drives the car as usual, not too fast. At 08.40 Zaviyar entered the village where Ranum and his students were. The Zaviyar's heart starts beating faster than ever.

The car turned left, into an alley. When passing through Ranum's house, without warning his head turned to look for the whereabouts of the girl. But, he did not find.

Zaviyar's car reached Mr. Tomo's yard, where the students lived during the KKN. The students are waiting. When he got out of the car, the young lecturer threw a smile at the students and also Mr. Tomo and his wife who just came out of the house.

Zaviyar did a good job, one by one he completed to visit TBM which was the task of the KKN student project at that time was also issued. After making sure everything was in order, the watch in hand glimpsed. It turned out that it was quite noon, Adhan Dzuhur had been heard some time ago. He reached into his pocket, picked up a cell phone.

[I'm done. After this, can we meet? It is up to you where.]

[Lho ... Has Zaviyar arrived?]

[Udah from now on, this is my job just finished. Can you, can you meet?]

[Mas Zaviyar really, not frenetic from earlier?]

[Emang why? Don't tell me you're out of the house]

[Hm ... Yes, Mas. This is Ranum coming out nganter Mom to the brother's house.]

[You don't joke, Ra!]

[Yes, Mom. It's me again at the mother's sister's house.]

[Really, Ra?]

[Yes, really]

'Oh Allah, Ra .. have you, ' Zaviyar murmured.

Zaviyar rubbed his hair rough, making his hair a little messy.

[Oh Allah, Ra. I asked you to wait for me. Now it's even left out]

[Who told you not to drink anymore. I was waiting, but Mas Zaviyar had no news. Mother asked to take her out, yes I've brought her. Mas Zaviyar is not clear. In any case I let Mom out on her own?]

[Okey, okay, sorry. Not long?]

[Not knowing. Yes, until the business is done]

[Okey, I'm waiting. Let me know when it's finished.]

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