Tadi malam hujan deras merata di Makassar. Padahal saya ada janji ketemu dengan Kak Ema di Pettarani after work hour. Karena sudah janji, saya meminta adek saya mengantar sampe pintu 2 trus dari situ bisa langsung sekali angkot. Hujan-hujanan.
Pas sampai di tempat janjian, K lined me. He asked me where I was. Setelah kuberitahu, dia bilang bakalan jemput kalo saya mau balik ke rumah. Kujawab, oke.
At 9:15 p.m, I lined K that I was about to go back home. An hour later, he arrived. Rain was still falling cat and dog. His red t-shirt, brown trousers and his shoes were wet all over his body.
And he said that it was impossible for him to take me home with his motorcycle due to the bad weather.
“You’re going to be sick,” he thought.
“No, I’m not”, I said.
“Please take me home now. It’s been late at night”,
“Listen. You’re going to take the taxi home.”
“No! I want to go home with you”-
“No way! It’s raining!”
“It’s okay, I got my jacket here. It covers me enough”-
“No. Wait here, I’ll find you a taxi”
“No, you won’t”
Dan akhirnya adu argumen itu diakhiri dengan kita menembus hujan as I wished.
“You are such a stone, Riana”,-
“I am sorry”,
“It’s okay. Let’s find a raincoat for you”