One Summer Of Cindy & Micky - Ch 04
Title: One Summer Of Cindy & Micky
Author: Ratri - ChibiChick
Cast: DBSG Boys, Cindy, Ryan, Sassy, etc
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Rating: GENERAL
Language: Indonesian
Warning: CRACK!Fic ♥
Scene - 4
Gue memaksa YooChun untuk tetap memakai topi baseballnya sewaktu memasuki McDonalds. Bukan apa-apa, walaupun sepi, tapi waspada itu perlu.
Setelah memesan dua paket Big Mac sementara YooChun menyelesaikan urusan bongkar muatan di toilet (by the way, gue yang bayar makanannya. Karena waktu mengantri di kasir, YooChun bilang “Uhhmm.., can I use your money first? You see, I only have dollars and Korean Won money. Here, I’ll pay you back once we found my assistant.” Dan memberikan selembar uang 20 USD. Ini nih salah satu jenis orang yang pergi ke Indonesia tapi nggak nukerin duit ke Rupiah Indonesia, dan menganggap dollar Amerika itu bisa berlaku di gerai McDonalds negara manapun.), akhirnya gue dan YooChun duduk di meja pojokan McDonalds yang paling aman dari gangguan siapapun.
“Okay,” gue mengambil handphone gue sambil menelan potongan burger gue, “I’m gonna call the Embassy. I’ll tell them that you’re being apart from your crews and we’ll go back to the hotel.”
YooChun mengangguk-angguk setuju sambil konsen mengunyah burgernya.
Setelah menanyakan nomor telepon Kedutaan Besar Korea Selatan ke Penerangan 108, gue segera menghubungi nomor itu.
“Selamat siang, dengan Kedutaan Besar Republik Korea Selatan.”
“Enng, selamat siang, Bu.”
“Siang, ada yang bisa saya bantu?”
Gue berdehem sebentar. “Begini Bu, saya mau menanyakan tentang rombongan TVXQ yang datang ke Kedutaan hari ini..”
“Ehm, maaf?”
“Rombongan TVXQ,” kata gue. “Itu lho Bu, grup Dong Bang Shin Ki, grup artis dari Korea..”
“Aduh, maaf ya, tidak ada artis Korea yang datang ke Indonesia kok.”
Lho, ini gimana sih? “Ada, Bu. Itu lho, Dong Bang Shin Ki. Saya tahu kok, soalnya-”
“Ahahaha, maaf ya Mbak, kalau mau tanya-tanya soal artis Korea, lebih baik ke Korean Foundation saja, soalnya mereka lebih mengurusi soal kebudayaan. Tapi memang nggak ada artis Korea yang datang ke Indonesia kok. Nanti kalau ada pasti saya beritahukan ya.”
“Eh, tapi-“
“Selamat siang.”
Nut nut nut nut...
LHO KOK DIMATIIN SIH TELPONNYA????
Bener-bener deh.
“What?” tanya YooChun disela-sela kunyahan french friesnya.
Gue melotot ke arah YooChun.
“She hung up.”
“What?”
“The Korean Embassy hung up the phone!” Gue mulai emosi. “She said there’s no TVXQ nor any Korean artist came to Indonesia! Ha!”
YooChun tampak bingung.
“But... I am really TVXQ member.”
“Ya gue juga tauuu! Tapi mana mungkin Kedutaan mau ngasih tau sih kalo ada artis yang dateng, bisa digrebek ama fans tuh Kedutaan, ngalah-ngalahin orang demo!”
“What?”
Aduh, karena kesel gue sampe ngomel dalam bahasa Indonesia. Gue lupa kalo cowok depan gue ini biarpun imut tapi nggak gablek bahasa Indo.
Gue minum aja dulu deh.
“Nothing,” jawab gue pelan. Nggak nyalahin dia juga sih. Kan gue yang berinisiatif nyulik ni cowok. Jadi agak nyesel sih emosian.
YooChun ngubek-ngubek tas postman-ya dan mengeluarkan sesuatu.
“Here,” kata dia sambil menunjukkan passport-nya. “This is the proof that I’m Park YooChun, a Korean. I’m really a TVXQ member.”
Gue mengambil passport itu dan melihat. Waduh tulisannya hangeul semua. Dan fotonya... Jadi pengen ketawa.
“Why are you laughing?”
Gue masih ngikik. “Well, I believe you, YooChun. Sorry. I know you’re really a TVXQ member.” Gue melihat-lihat isi passport itu. Wheeww banyak cap Jepang, Singapore, Amerika, ... Aduh tapi yang namanya foto passport itu kenapa selalu keliatan cupu yah.
Huahahahaha.
“Your face look geeky in here,” ujar gue sambil menunjuk ke foto passportnya.
YooChun tertawa sambil merebut kembali passportnya. “Give me that.” Dia memasukkan kembali passport itu ke dalam tas. “You should see my driver license photo. It’s worse.”
Gue ngakak.
“Why don’t you pose like one of those photos at the magazine?”
YooChun melotot.
“I did, but they only need my face, not my body pose.”
Gue ketawa lagi. Ternyata orang ini lucu juga.
“So how’s the Embassy?” Tanya YooChun.
Halah iya! Kok gue lupa.
Gue mengambil handphone gue lagi.
“The Embassy said they didn’t recognize you, so I’mma try the Korean Foundation.”
Gue menanyakan nomor telepon The Korean Foundation ke 108 dan menghubungi nomor itu. Haduh ini nomor kok malah sibuk. Berulang kali gue coba, nggak nyambung-nyambung juga.
Gue memutuskan untuk berhenti menelepon dulu. Nanti gue coba lagi deh.
“The line’s busy,” kata gue sambil mengambil french fries. Eh perasaan tadi beli french fries banyak banget deh, sebaki gitu. Kenapa sekarang tinggal dikit banget ya?
YooChun menelan kunyahannya. “That’s okay, you can call it again then.”
Gue mengangguk dan mencocol french fries ke saus tomat lagi.
“I’m sorry I got you in this situation,” kata gue. Beneran nyesel, nih. “Uhm, do you want me to get you back to that mall?” tanya gue sambil menunjuk mall seberang. “Maybe you can find your friends..”
YooChun ikutan mencocol saus. “No, that’s fine. Really.” Dia mengunyah french friesnya. “We got our free time anyway. It’s just that I think my assistant had something else to do, so...” YooChun mengedikkan bahunya.
“What’s your assistant name?” tanya gue.
YooChun berpikir sebentar. “Ehhmm.. I think it’s Mr... Bump? Bamber?”
“Bambang?”
“Oh yeah! That’s the name. Mr. Bump...”
“Bambang.” Yaelah. Namanya sih sesuai aja ama tampangnya. Indonesia banget (bukan berarti jelek, ya, no offense buat orang-orang yang bernama Bambang. Artis Indonesia juga ada kok yang namanya Bambang, walopun nggak mau ngaku.)
“I think that Bambang guy is very irresponsible to ditched you up at the Starbucks.. I mean, well like I said. There are tons of TVXQ fans in Indonesia, and that mall is one of the most popular malls in Jakarta, even for Korean expats. With you hanging around there, the possibility of having a sudden fanmeeting is in a snap of a finger,” ujar gue.
YooChun tersenyum.
“But you’re a fan of TVXQ and you don’t scream and tell your friends that you meet TVXQ,” katanya.
Gue mendelik.
“I told you, I am not a TVXQ fan,” kata gue menegaskan.
“If you’re not a TVXQ fan, then why are you saving me?” tanya YooChun.
Saving you? Gue kan menculik elu, bukannya nyelametin. Well, niat awalnya sih memang menyelamatkan sih. Tapi siapa suruh jadi cowok imut, kan gue jadi gemes.
Gue mikir jawabannya sebentar. Hmmm... masa gue jawab ‘karena elo imut dan gue pengen aja jalan ama cowok lutu’ ?
“Because... Just..” Aduh apa ya. “Just because.”
YooChun tersenyum lagi.
“Okay, so I was bored and I thought if I could hang out with you for a while, I might get something I can write about,” ujar gue beralasan.
“You were bored, well that makes the two of us. But... you’re a writer?” tanya YooChun.
“I’m a freelance reporter,” jawab gue. “Are you scared now?” tantang gue.
YooChun tertawa.
“Maybe,” katanya. “I just never thought a reporter could be so young.”
“Hey, I’m a freelancer,” kata gue nggak terima. Masa dia nggak percaya sih?
“I thought you’re a school girl.”
“Correction, I’m a college girl.”
“Aha.” YooChun mengangguk-angguk. “How old are you?” tanyanya.
“I’m 21 next month.”
“Hm. That means I’m older than you.”
“Well, that’s not gonna make me calling you ‘oppa’.”
YooChun tersenyum dan mendekatkan wajahnya ke arah gue.
“Why wouldn’t you call me ‘oppa’?”
“Because I’m not your sister,” jawab gue sambil menatap dia balik. “And like I told you, I am not your fan.”
YooChun terbahak sambil menyandarkan punggungnya ke kursi. Baru kali ini gue melihat dia tertawa lepas seperti itu. Dia kelihatan seperti... bukan artis.
“That’s sharp,” ujar YooChun sambil mengambil gelas sodanya dan mulai menyeruput.
Gue mencoba menelepon Korean Foundation sekali lagi.
Tapi sama seperti tadi, nada sibuk terus yang gue dengar. Hmm. Jangan-jangan si mas-mas 108 itu salah ngasih nomer.
“I don’t get this,” gue mulai ngedumel sendiri.
“So, Miss reporter, what are you planning now?” Tanya YooChun sambil senyum-senyum. Ini orang kenapa ya, nyadar kali ya kalo dia imut banget pas lagi senyum? “Are you going to ditch me here, or somewhere?”
Gue memandang tampang imut itu. Aduhh.
“I kidnap you, and I’mma keep you as a hostage,” jawab gue asal.
“Really?” YooChun terdengar bersemangat. Lho, gimana sih ini. Dibilang mau disandera kok malah seneng.
“No,” jawab gue sebel. “Look, I don’t want to get charged as a maniac fan who kidnapped a Korean idol and risking my life in a prison for 50 years and got tortured by Cassiopeian. So I think it’s better to get you back to your hotel, to your manager or whoever in charge of you guys. They must be worried like hell.”
YooChun manggut-manggut.
“Yeah okay,” ujarnya. “But actually it’s kinda fun to have a free time and wandering around, you know, while I’m here.”
“Yeah,” kata gue. “You can wander around with your friends and managers. Assistants, whatever.”
YooChun memainkan gelas sodanya dan memandang gue.
“You don’t want to go out with me?”
Gue terbengong.
Aduh, itu kalo gue salah nangkep ya, pasti gue akan ngira kalau dia ngajakin gue kencan. Hahaha. Tapi maksud dia kan ‘go out’ secara harfiah yaitu ‘jalan-jalan keluar’.
“No, I mean, yeah. Sure I’d like to go out with you. It’s not like I have anything else to do, anyway. But, you know, your crew must have been missing you. After all, you’re an artist with tight schedules. And I’m just... uhm, me. Who live here. Like, forever.”
YooChun terdiam. Dia menyeruput sodanya sampai berbunyi ‘srookk’ (itu kayanya tinggal es batu doang deh).
“You’re right,” cetusnya.
Setelah menghabiskan soda gue sampai berbunyi ‘srookk’ juga, gue mengambil tas dan mulai bangkit.
“Okay, why don’t we just... go see your crew at the hotel.”
YooChun mengangguk dan ikutan bangkit dari kursi. “Yeah. Okay.”
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