ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 2: TOO EXPENSIVE

Rangga could not erase the shadow of his imagination that floated around the mind as if his logic disappeared closed his encounter with a girl who had left a very sweet impression, even though only from a glance and smile at each other.

For Rangga, the sweet impression has been engraved on his heart without caring about the anxiety that always returns and again interferes with the peace of heart in living his life. So that makes this young man a figure of a man who likes to daydream and sit alone. Some of his colleagues at one campus were surprised to see Rangga's attitude lately changed dramatically and dramatically compared to the days yesterday that had been passed and passed.

Ucok tried to approach Rangga and reprimanded him.

"He!..ngapain daydreaming continues Ngga? Did you dream so much that your bed flooded?" Gurau Ucok's.

Rangga flinched and tried to turn his head towards Ucok who was smiling mockingly.

"Damn it," Gerutu Rangga half poked.

"Then what are you daydreaming about?" Ask Ucok.

"Today I met an angel who came down from the sky Cok, a beautiful girl who was exorbitant and blue." The snooze exploded his laughter.

"In this Lampung many beautiful girls who often make heads dizzy, No. If every time you meet a pretty girl and fall in love, you can go crazy yourself!" He said, Laughing and laughing.

"But what I found yesterday was amazing, Cok." Tukas Ranges.

"Now you say amazing, later meet more beautiful changed again. Thenwhat? The super? You're the man with the oncom Rangga." Tackling.

"Shut up!" Bangga Rangga keki.

"Living in Lampung is not easy to fall in love, Rangga. I give you important advice. Love here is expensive." Ucok said as he left Rangga who was still in his seat.

Rangga was upset and very puffed up in laughing at Ucok and very pushy said Ucok as a man with oncom mentality. Fortunately, it was not said that the man who was a kampungan, so the feeling of prying it did not hurt too much.

"Ah!, to hell with all sorts of Ucok. Anyway I have said honestly, that the girl I met on the old microlet was really very special. I've fallen for him."

After attending college, Rangga waited for the old microlet majoring in the city. If in the past Rangga was most happy to take the city bus, now he switched to the pleasure of riding an old microlet. Nothing else and not, he can only hope to meet again with the girl of his heart. But what to say, the expected meeting is difficult to experience for today and for the next meeting difficult to be sure.

The days that Rangga went through turned gray without the spirit to decorate with the flowers of hope that were scattered in the garden of the heart gave off a fragrant that made everyone want to meet it. Every time he came home from college he never saw the girl again. Rangga so desperate to always expect to meet the girl who always dreamed of it.

Now Rangga thinks his meeting with the girl is like a beautiful dream in his sleep when he woke up all just empty and unreal.

How could he meet the girl again if he didn't know where she lived?

Don't know where he works?

And don't know his name?

Rangga so stick to his eel. Why did I not dare to ask him where his address was and what was his name?

Thus the complaint that occurred in Rangga accompanied by regret. But even so Rangga never escape to go through and wait at the bus stop.

This time the fact is no longer just a mere wishful thinking because when Rangga stopped the old microlet majoring city, in the oplet there was a girl who had been troubling her heart. Rushing he ascended with a racing and erratic heart continuing to beat without any clear rules. Rangga dared to look at the girl sitting in front of him and his heart was a little disappointed, why was the empty seat not next to the girl? Why is it that must be empty in front of him? Aaaah! Rangga complained with a sense of doubt that was among the tested courage.

The girl sitting in front of Rangga just bowed in embarrassment, but her lips gave a meaningful smile. Their eyes clashed with each other for a few seconds and Rangga's heart was really very, very happy. The girl smiled at Rangga, ouh haaii...! her slightly blushing smile was extremely dazzling. Her teeth were neatly lined and white, her lips were red as fresh rose petals. Rangga returned the smile with the meaning of wanting to be friendly, wanted him to immediately start talking to the girl, but felt the atmosphere was very, very unfavorable.

By holding back the turmoil of feelings that never be patient, Rangga waited until the girl came down at the intersection and it turned out what was expected by Rangga missed. The girl was still sitting until the old microlet entered the terminal, which was very crowded with visitors who went back and forth erratically in the direction of the destination. In case Rangga is already getting ready if only the girl goes down and will try to follow her. Nimbly Rangga paid the fare, before the girl got ahead.

The girl could do nothing, with an awkward feeling she put her money back in the wallet.

"Thank you." Sahut flat.

After the girl got off the oplet, Rangga followed her from behind and Rangga's steps were accelerated to match the girl's steps. When their steps were already side by side, Rangga ventured to reprimand him.

"From work, no?" Tegur Rangga felt a little awkward.

The girl turned a glance, then shook her head with a smile. Her jet-black hair unraveled in the breeze of the afternoon, how graceful she looked.

His walking steps are so soft and smooth that makes Rangga's desire to always walk by the girl's side. That afternoon he was wearing a light green t-shirt with levis pants that were a little tight wrapped around his body. How beautiful the shape of the girl's body with her waist that looks so slender, hips swerving like a Spanish guitar with a slender thigh shape that is very harmonious make the eyes that look will swallow his saliva again when he sees it.

"May I know your name?" Tanya Rangga soft.

The girl did not answer immediately but walked down and looked at the tip of her black shoes with a high right tapered. Not the shoes that the girl wore yesterday, reminding the first time with all in his attention from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair so that Rangga understood exactly what it was like when he first met the girl. Well he still memorized exactly the day and date of the encounter on yesterday and his thundering chest of turbulent feelings, uncertain, now in the sense of increasingly turbulent to hold the dims of craters that want to escape from the bowels of the earth.

"I'm Rangga. And may I know your name?" Urge Rangga expectantly.

The girl turned her head again at a glance and Rangga's heart beat hard. "The girl's eyes were beautiful and the girl's smile was sweet. Everything contained in him raises a lot of attraction for every man. But why was he so heavy to tell his name? Is there something hidden behind that fascinating reality? Or is he arrogant? Uh! I don't think so and it seems natural!" Rangga's inner voice gave unanswered questions in Rangga's increasingly agitated heart.

However, Rangga still followed the steps of the girl to the bridge. "Is your name too expensive for me to know Non?"

The girl smiled at me hearing Rangga's question.

"No." Answer the girl flat.

"Why should?" Ask Rangga again.

"It's okay." The girl replied briefly.

Rangga started to clap fretfully and the girl was seen glancing at him cursory. Then they stood side by side at a crossroads while waiting for the Raden Intan bus. Rangga stood dumbstruck while holding his chin. The blazing rays of the eyes of the day that befell his crown were no longer felt because what he felt for him was no other heart in anxiety in the hope of something that seemed very difficult to materialize.

"Where are you going?" Ask the girl to jerk Rangga from her daydream.

"Nggg... to Raden Intan Road!." Reply Rangga stuttered. The girl cleared slowly.

"Why?" Ask Rangga to know.

"We're one goal" said the girl without looking at Rangga.

"What's the harm in telling me your name? Not the time I've told you my name without feeling wronged?" Chirpe Rangga.

"Who told you to tell me your name?" sniff the girl.

Herman couldn't answer because he felt cornered. It is unexpected that the girl is smart to turn back words in speech that make things sad. So Rangga can only scratch the head which is actually not in the itching at that time. It was just an improvisation to cover up something that was not expected to happen or a word that should not be said because it will make the speaker will give up in a corner of defeat.

The girl's eyes looked at Rangga with deep meaning, half probing. Which then he felt that this man beside him looked innocent and honest. Then the girl looked at Rangga with a friendly smile and Herman felt a little very amused by the girl's smile. Which in the sense of the previous second passed full of worries changed 180 degrees immediately changed with friendliness.