"I just can't, I really can't. I'm so sorry."
"But..."
"But what?"
"But why, Gennina? Why on earth you turn my offer down? I just... I just want to ask you out, for a nice Italian dinner. I know you love your pizza with extra pepperoni and additional cheese, and also the-"
"I'm sorry I just can't go anywhere tonight, Abe"
I can't give another excuses to turn Abraham down. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but, ah I don't know. I watched him gone as he walks throughout the night. It's 8 p.m. already. 'I should go now, she must be waiting.'
As I walk down the street, something bothers my mind. I bet it's about Jared. I just can't do anything about our relationship. But Abraham, ah, Abraham. I admit it that he's like no other guy- his olive skin, his deep-dark brownish eyes, his perfect hair; his haircut must be expensive. I love guy who luscious-arched brow. He has it. He looks a little bit Arabic. I bet it's the gene. He once told me that he is half Palestinian. Indonesian blood took the rest of the place in his veins.
It's always been a dream for me to date half Arabic guy. Abraham is no ordinary half-Arabic-guy-who-has-gorgeous-brows, but he also has an attitude, for a 17 y.o. boy. He never shows any B minus or less on his report card. He is crazy about sport, especially Basketball. He plays instruments, like, Guitar, Drums, and Piano, or even Saxophone. He could be Sam Smith, but he has a little bit Drake on his voice. There's always an exception for Abraham, but not this time.
I ran to the elevator and push the button for a hundred times, tried to reach the lobby in no time. This damn application in my phone notified me that my driver has arrived and I have to get to him as soon as I can, otherwise he will explodes.
I gasped for air as I reached my phone to dial the driver's cell.
"Mr.-"
I barely talk to him.
"Mr.- I can't find the motorcycle that matches your license plate..."
In the middle of the phone, someone grab my right shoulder and called my name.
"Gennina!"
I was really shocked but I recognized the voice, "John! You scared me to death! This is the second one today!" "Don't be furious, Letty. Hahaha."
"Very funny, John."
"Gen, listen. I was wondering if we could grab some Fries and Chili Dog tonight. I'll drive you home, how about that?"
As John finished his words, my driver arrived. "Geez, John. I have to go. Have a nice weekend!" "But G-" I Jumped into the motorcycle and put the helmet on my head. "Call me when you get home, Gen!" he shouted at me. I heard him. I did nothing but raise my arm waving him goodbye.
John was nice, but he really is just a friend of mine. We're going to the same language school. You know the meaning of 'Just a Friend of Mine', right? I bet!
I arrived one hour later. I open my helmet as I thank the driver to took me home safely. After paying the driver, I rush inside; it was freezing that night, typical Jakarta with Rainy season for a whole month and counting. The second I walked through my room, my phone rang. 'Unknown number. Ah it could be the university that offers the scholarship! Or maybe someone who wants to book a makeup class! Or... Ah, it could be anyone. I better pick it up.'
beep beep
"Hello?"
"Is this Gennina? Gennina Safeera?"
"You're hearing her voice, who is this?"
"Oh, hey, it's you! What's up?"
"Sorry but I didn't catch your name"
"Umh, Gen it's me."
'Sounds familiar... I got a name in my brain but I couldn't spill'
"Me who...?" I answer him nervously
"It's me Raj."
As soon as he told me his name, my heart stopped. Like literally 2 seconds.
'No way it's Raj! NO WAY!'
I'm on the verge of happiness when I found out that the one who called me is a long-time-almost-ex-lover-that-happens-to-be-my-senior. I was thrilled! I wanted to scream but I kept it in my throat. There's a new species of butterfly in my stomach.
"Hello, Gen? You there?" He wanted to make sure after I abandoned him for 5 seconds.
"Yes, Kak Raj. I'm here, sorry, the signal is low here." I vaguely mimic the losing voices, and it turned out embarrassing.
"Yeah, so, what's up?"
"Super, you?"
"Haha, regular days, nothing much."
"How did you get-"
"Your number? I use my old sim card and your number just popped in and yeah, here you are!"
I'm dying of joy.
"So, it's been years, Gen. How's school? Sorry I forgot what school you went to. What's the name again?"
Gennina Safeera. Just talked to Raj Zayn by phone. For half an hour.
I'm ready for monday.
