"Assalammu'alaikum," said Rana when she arrived at her house.
"Waalaikumsalam," said Rajasa who was in the living room along with Saras in the kitchen.
Rana immediately turns on her father.
"Why did you just come home, Ran?" asked Saras coming from the kitchen with a cup of tea and also a plate of sweet martabak for her husband.
"There's an activity in the photography club, Ma'am," Rana replied.
"Oh, what did you say first?"
"Yes." Rana nodded justified. "Buy martabak in a regular place huh? Well, it must be good," he said then tweeted a banana cheese flavored martabak.
"It was from your friend, this afternoon he came here with this martabak."
"Whose friend, Dad?" asked a confused Rana.
"If not wrong name Gathan," said Rajasa enteng.
"Uhuk, what did you say? Gathan here ngasih martabak this?" Rana glared in shock. So shocked he choked.
"Yes."
"Tall, white, um, handsome Gathan."
"Yes that one."
"Just for a moment, give me this doang. He didn't come inside," Saras said. "Why the hell?"
"How do you guys accept it anyway?"
"Lho, there is a fortune why rejected?"
"Yes, but I am..."
"Already, mending now you take a shower, change clothes and we have dinner together," saras told.
"That's it. I'll go to my room first."
After bathing, Rana went straight down. Dinner with her favorite menu, chatting casually with her parents in the living room, then returning to the room because she wants to do homework.
Once finished doing the homework, Rana lay on the bed. Since going upstairs, he's kept checking his phone like he's waiting for a message from someone. Even when he was doing his homework, he repeatedly checked his phone. Unlike the night before, tonight his phone looks deserted like a graveyard. There's no notif from the man.
"Ish, how am I waiting for a message from Gathan anyway," murmured Rana throwing his phone into bed. "Ah, I just slept, I'm so tired," he said before sleeping in a dream.