Rainbow Men
Arman and that flavor...

As usual at 09:00 Arini broadcast on the show "Resep our kitchen" before the broadcast hours Arini already on time half an hour before. Preparing the material and discussion first sometimes ask for direction from Mr. Priyo and others.

"Teh Arini, have you got the info yet? tomorrow the plenary general meeting he said in the direct lead of Mr Hadinata?" Lusi nyerocos while cleaning the file in the input to the map.

"No, tomorrow's meeting to discuss what Lus?"

"Less to know Tea, maybe later on told Mr. Priyo."

"Yes already."

Mr. Priyo was their senior on the radio as head of leadership directly under Mr. Hadinata.

Arini rose from her seat to the soundproof broadcast room slightly installed all the devices open the material map and glanced at the personnel in front of her then wrapped her thumb and forefinger sign ok and then on.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi..."

"Good morning Mother, Mother, mama all the loyal viewers are carefree Fm."

"Let's see you here with me Arini, next 2 hours we'll be together at our kitchen Recipes show."

"Alright, this time as usual I will share a recipe that must be easy, cheap and tasty that is "privileged banana bamboo" before you prepare yourself with stationery as well as others it's good we listen to who wants to pass first." (advertising)

"Good mother, mother, mama-mama all beloved listeners, dear,

the first thing to prepare is blah blah blah..."

"And also the way yes mother.bla blah blah..."

"And tereng... this is the result yes mother-mother, this original is very easy and very affordable, do not let not try yes mother, and if you have tried to be confused where to send it? Arini here is ready to gladly accept it, mother,

thus the event "Our kitchen recipe" this time do not forget the criticism and advice we wait."

"I am Arini, pamit,

Wassalamualaikum."

That's how after 2 hours of broadcasts on the interspersion of songs and advertisements after Arini heaved a sigh of relief.

Beres-es briefly just out of the broadcast room opened his glasses sitting on the sofa room employees join with his other friends.

The new personnel replacing Arini have started broadcasting faintly heard songs of escort break afternoon. Again chatting while interspersed with laughter came Pak Priyo their leader from his room.

Call everyone to silence.

"It's okay to continue this is just a reminder, because the leader who will directly lead the meeting yes."

Mr. Priyo flicked his hand, the sign of his presence was not a bully to all who sat on that sofa.

"The meeting invitation has been the secretariat spread via short messages as well, all of them, especially for the night broadcast task."

"Teh Arini, how are you?"

Priyo said a special greeting to Arini, Arini stuttered to herself in front of Lusy and two other friends.

"Well Mr. Pri..emang looks like something is not good huh?"

Arini joked back to Mr. Priyo, Mr. Priyo laughed back while putting two hands together on his chest while bowing, then passed into his room again.

"It seems one and only to Teh Arini nih Pak Priyo haaaaaaa..."

Lusy immediately commented as he chuckled staring and pointed at Arini, in welcome giggling laughter of all his friends.

"Hush, haphazardly."

Arini refuted while repeating her hand.

"Can't be so same parents pamali you know, anyways at home the same children want to go where, right?"

Kriiiiiiiiiiiying...

Arini's phone is ringing. Arini put back on her anti-radiation glasses, reached into her bag.

"Hello, yeah..."

"Hello is also Miss Arini."

"Who is it...?"

"I'm a fan of banana sponge, also a fan of the beautiful Bu Arini and also a loyal listener of Merrily Fm 89.14."

"I'm not broadcasting, can I help you?"

"Eith.seriously this mother."

Owgh..: think Arini, deg! aja his heart in that direction because there is a person who is familiar, or pretend to know, but how do you know my phone no? Arini thought her forehead until it wrinkled.

"Can Ms Arini once again send her banana sponge recipe? all the same pictures of Arini ma'am ya."

"Hey, with whom?"

Arini wonder why guys ask for banana sponge recipes, so fad this guy, what is the chef-chef hotel? or. lama Arini was silent her mind worked hard.

"I'm Arman Rin."

"Where is ar-Arman?"

"Arman MIPA Pasundan State High School."

"Huh, is that really true? Arman where are you now? how do you know my number, you're in Bandung?"

Arini was shocked to hear the name Arman his best friend since Junior High, all suddenly and unexpectedly also not terbesit in his mind.

"Where are you now, man?"

Arini asked repeatedly still with a twinkle of surprise that has not disappeared.

"I'm in the lower lobby, precisely in this office cafeteria, left corner from the outside."

Arman's words in the interlude hahahaha.Laughs enjoying Arini's shock.

"Huh, downstairs? you rioters, yeah wait 5 minutes I'm down ya."

"Siyaaaaap, Ma'am teacher."

Arman still chuckles at enjoying the shock of his old best friend, clicking the phone on the lid.

Arman imagines Arini between then and now how does it look beautiful? is it still long hair? still slim or fat like mothers? ahay... Can't wait for Arman, where did the front door, side, elevator come from? Arman dyed himself while tapping his index finger at the cafeteria table.

Arini was half panicked, also hurriedly tidied up her stuff, stuffing it into her Doraemon bag. That's how his best friend always commented on Arini's bag that contained a lot, while walking in a hurry still had time to talk to Lusy.

"Lus, I'm downstairs first like I didn't have lunch together, there's my friend downstairs, if there's anything I need to get on with ya." Arini did not intend to respond again Lusy continued to walk towards the stairs.

"What is Tea?"

As usual Lusy kepo himself, hoping there is a little leak for gossip material.

"If you want what? what would you want? also, if you really know what hayo is?"

Arini did not lose by answering as she passed by waving her hands, and sticking her hands in her mouth and then blowing them towards Lusy, Lusy grunts himself and Arini is lost at the turn of the hallway to the bottom,

Coming under Arini's eyes sweeping all the rooms of the canteen wayah-wayah lunch is very rame, Arini stood like a statue and his eyes were fixed on a small table capacity of 2 people in the corner of the room. I think that's the bathin's rioter saying. A man in a plain light blue shirt sat facing out, yes, it was Arman Arini sure of it.

Arini's subtle steps are almost unheard of. The right shoes are not too high but enough to make Arman sensitize someone coming closer from behind, and....

"Hi, Arman huh?"

Spontaneous Arman turned around while standing up.

"Cats..."

The two laughed together and shook hands, so tight that they forgot to take it off,

Arman watched Arini from toe to head making Arini puffed up and embarrassed,

Realizing that Arman was clumsy too, then let Arini sit down and offer lunch with all of you.

Then, glide the chat panjaaaaang also long.all so the question from where all this time, news trus si A how the B how Parents are also his sisters, work, and so on, all so the material of chatter that is immeasurably a cure for longing in the heart.

During the meal Arman can not be separated to look at Arini and admire him, every chance Arman must always steal a glance.

The more mature Arini thought Arman, different from his shadow so far Arini is now more mature beauty is maintained in addition to Muslim clothes and glasses, Arini said, light brown blazer casual model matching veil matching zig-zag motif on the side, dark brown trousers that are not too tight add to how feminine Arini...the male side of Arman was unceasingly admiring what was before his eyes.

"Last time we met at the reunion 3 years ago, right?"

"Yes, I arrived late at that time, hehehe..." Arini rolled her eyes.

Arini looked at Arman while sipping her drink sign that she had finished eating.

"Where are you going now?"

Arman asked.

"You go home first rest, later tonight there's another broadcast hour I finished at 22:00, why?"

"I still miss you, I still want to talk to you for a long time."

"And you now live in Bandung as well, so we still have a lot of time to meet and chat. I also want to know which area you were in?"

Arini asserts to Arman.

Suddenly someone stood behind them.

"Ehemght...still here Arini Tea?"

Arini was shocked and looked up.

"eeeeehs...Mr. Pri.iya, sir, sir,

know this is my High School friend sir."

Arini stood up and introduced Arman to Mr. Priyo, they shook hands while talking, Mr. Priyo looked at the Man in front of Arini and then smiled, and Mr. Priyo passed and just greeted.

"Let me take you home, let me know where you live Rin."

"No need to take nich?

not far from here anyway, I have a rickshaw subscription of Mr. Min"

"That's why the hell come on."

And they rose from their seats to the parking area

Arman unlocks the car remote and opens the car door for Arini, Arini clumsy treated like that, but Arman does not pester him...

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Sorry, Author revises this novel from the beginning, happy reading.🙏5 a.k.a