ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 3: MY NAME IS CINDY

"Is it true that my friend said, to get acquainted with this girl in Lampung must have capital." Rangga muttered half insinuating the girl.

"What capital?" Ask the girl in wonder.

"The lowest has a motorbike and the highest has a car, then can get to know Lampung girls easily." Rangga continued to explain.

"That's not true." Ketus the girl.

"It's been proven that you don't want to mention your name. If only I had a car you wouldn't be this hard to say your name. Aren't you?" Rangga. The girl snarled. "It has been proven" urged Rangga.

"I'm not that kind of girl." Reply to the girl.

"If you don't feel like that kind of girl, say your name. I just feel so sure of what you're saying." Tandas Ranges.

The girl then complained and from her mouth called a name that felt beautiful for Rangga's hearing.

"My name is Cindy." Say the girl.

"What a beautiful name. Try repeating it again, I'm glad to hear it." Gurau Rangga while putting his ears.

"Perhaps you are a senewen?" Cindy Rada chirps made keki.

Rangga laughed in a screech, while Cindy's red face was clearly visible. He felt played by Rangga. But he also felt happy with the attitude of Rangga who likes to joke.

"If I had been so happy from the first moment I met you, I'd embraced it all out. That's why I feel so tormented when I see you. Your eyes, nose and lips are too much magnetism that makes the attraction even bigger." Rangga.

"Eeee, have you dared to be insolent huh? Never been taped to anyone?" Sergey Cindy is angry.

"Duh. Just angry?," persuaded Rangga.

Cindy ignored Rangga again stepped away and Rangga chased after him. But damn, the girl had climbed into the taxi and passed by without leaving any more impressions. What Rangga can do is nothing but scratching his head. He regretted doing so to a girl he had just known. She meant to joke, but Cindy thought she had overstepped the mark. Sighing heavily the man stopped the city bus that happened to pass in front of him.

Rangga rushed up and passed from that place. On the way to his hostel, the man grumbled incessantly. Why did it get like this? That was all that was always in his mind.

Arriving at the boarding room, Rangga threw a shabby map on the table with

annoyance. Then slammed the lunglai body into the bed. With his breath still hunting like after running away. Cindy's face still won't disappear in her eyes. His intention was still burning to be able to get the girl. Just when will that encounter happen again?. Everything can not be a certainty, because the presence of Cindy is still a gloomy shadow.

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Sunday is a day of relaxation and rest that does not include overtime or assignments for all employees and students. On holidays like this, Rangga always spends in crowded places. He was most pleased to sit on a small bench in the Raja Basah terminal. On the left and right side were lined also people who sat in the shade to avoid sunburn.

But in the western hemisphere the cloudy sky is heading east. Soon it will rain from the sky. If only the wind was still blowing often, there is a possibility that rain would not fall soaking the earth.

But the wind did not blow, so the atmosphere seemed so mild. Everyone in the Raja Basah terminal is like being chased by ghosts. Here and there is fear that the cloud that runs in the sky will send water points to the earth. The world is approaching dying. Another thing that Rangga did, he still sat quietly while enjoying the busyness of people passing by. For him it was an exciting spectacle.

From the busyness that Rangga can create a real story. The life of the human child is full of twists and turns and based on mature logic. Rangga is a young writer who has succeeded in creating an essay about the unique "Life of Bandar Lampung City" with all the stiwa of life in it. The book has been reprinted based on the requests of her fans. But for him a towering name, not necessarily on par with what is experienced now. May others boast of his name, adore his name, but what does it mean that his life is still lacking.

He could only feel that Cindy's presence demanded many aspects of his success in supporting life. Now Rangga goes through his days with depression, not depression like young people who find it difficult to find work. But the melancholy that comes from wanting to have the girl.

The shadow of the girl's face was not willing to be separated from her eyes. This is what is called the song of longing to stab the heart? A parable is very appropriate He missed when he met the girl of his dreams again.

Suddenly people ran to each other to find a place to shelter because the rain began to fall from the sky. Initially the rainwater spots fell, but then increased rapidly. Rangga's eyes caught a beautiful body running towards the platform. He knew full well that the girl was none other than Cindy. Yes, Cindy. Rangga's heart fluttered.Oh my God, the girl wearing a dark red skirt with white and yellow flowers was Cindy. So Rangga rushed up and approached Cindy who had just set foot on the platform tile.

"Cindy...!" Tegur Rangga.

The girl gasped at Rangga who was already standing beside her. Cindy was able to capture through her five senses, that the man standing beside her was staring with longing eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Cindy asked while glancing.

"Anything that can bring fortune. Who knows I can find a guy's wallet containing millions." Rangga.

"You are really cool" Cindy said.

"Maybe your assumption is true." Said Rangga again.

"Where is it not visible?" Ask Rangga gently.

The girl just shut up. Her beautiful eyes stared at the overcast sky that was shedding rainwater. Cindy felt no need to express her life path taken so far. Maybe only for those who already knew. So far the step is enough to bring the pressure of feeling that can not be described with words.

"Old unseen," continued Rangga again.

"Two weeks have passed." Overlap Cindy pleasantries.

"illness?" Tanya Rangga.

"Well." yeah." Cindy's short voice. He only hoped that lying would not prolong the man's question.

"Now still sick?" Ask Rangga back.

"It's a little bit dull." Answer Cindy.

"Then I'll take you home." Rangga.

Cindy silence.

"You want?" Rangga.

Cindy was silent.

"I want to go to your house, is that okay?" Rangga.

Rangga was like persuading his sister who asked for confectionery.

"Don't mind, right?" Ask Rangga.

Cindy then shook her head.

"Why?" Tanya Rangga was brief.

"You won't understand my life." Answer Cindy.

"I'll try to understand your life, Cindy. Believe it." Rangga.

"Don't." Swipe the girl.

Rangga became so disappointed.

Rainfall that fell and the sky became a taste of disappointment. He looked at her with a blank look. You can't know my house. Anyone can't know my house! Cindy complained silently, her mouth tightly clenched.

Cindy looked into the eyes of the man standing next to her, how hollow and disappointed she was.

But. oooh, none of that can happen. Cindy's eyes grew moody, while Rangga stood with a sluggish shoulder.

"Alright, I won't force you, if you feel any objection." Said Rangga continuing.

Cindy looked at Rangga's face once more. Disappointed, he must be very disappointed at the rejection. Even though Cindy's feelings are not much different from the man. All this time he held the feeling of longing to meet Rangga.

Both swallow the meaning of love and oh. The girl's eyes begin to glaze over. His lips moved, but speech did not come out from between those lips. Swallow in the throat without being able to pronounce perfectly. When Rangga looked into Cindy's teary eyes so moved.

"I'm sorry Cindy. It's so dead I'm not forcing you, don't you cry. I'm sorry I might have hurt you." Cindy just bowed while biting her lips. She was increasingly distressed by feelings of guilt. He was confused beyond determination.

"What can I do to make amends Cindy? Say, what do I do?" Rangga's sigh in unrest.

"You're innocent Rangga." Cindy mumbled.

"But you're probably offended by Cindy." Reply Rangga, The girl shook her head, Rangga complained long. For a moment they both silenced a thousand bases. Among the silence was only the sound of rain falling on the platform tile, where the two of them and dozens of people were sheltering under it. Cindy turned her face and looked at Rangga who had been bowed earlier while putting both of her hands into her pants pocket. He stood lethargic staring at the rain which was like a curtain of mist blocking the standing of the Marcopolo hotel building. Like being hit by a flow of magnets Rangga turned to Cindy's face. And they looked at each other meaningfully.