"You tengah dengar lagu apa?" he asked me.
"Hanya Untukmu. Lagu yang Nana nyanyi malam semalam," I answered. My heart was still leaping with joy to hear Arief's voice on the line.
"Sedap dia nyanyi malam tadi," he commented.
"Yup. Lagu ni dahlah meaningful. Best," I tried not to sound overjoyed. Dup...dap...dup...dap...my heart was beating as if I was on a threadmill!
"You suka nyanyi jugak kan?" he probed.
"Anything will do. You nak I nyanyi lagu apa?"
"If anything will do, apa kata you nyanyi Selimut Putih?" I challenged him. Deep down inside I was wondering whether he would passed the test.
"Bila Izrail datang memanggil...jasad terkubur di pembaringan..." his husky voice sounded so nice; even the scary song sounded beautiful. Well, I almost fainted but I was not ready to die yet. Not while Arief was calling me for the first time.
"Okay...okay...you menang," I laughed.
"You kena nyanyi untuk I pulak, someday,"he said.
"Lagu apa?" I tried to mimick Sabrina in P.Ramlee's movie, Tiga Abdul.
"I heard someone likes Rossa," he suggested.
"But I don't sound like Rossa," I countered.
"Doesn't matter. You owe me," he laughed nastily.
"Alaaaaa...." I sulked. He continued laughing.
"Take your time. Sooner or later we will have to barter trade, okay?" he sounded really mean. But it was a nice mean. I started to like this mean stuff.
"Arief..." my voice sounded so gedik.
"You pandai buat nasi ulam?"
"Tak pandai. Tapi tau buat. Why? You nak?"
"Tak...just asking if you have the recipe,"I told him.
"I boleh buat untuk you," he offered.
"Takpe...I boleh buat sendiri," I objected.
"Independent girl," he chuckled.
Then we talked about how difficult it was for him to find the ingredients for nasi ulam, about the nasi ulam we saw in Planet Food, the show in Astro Channel 707,and about how I prefer nasi ulam over nasi minyak.
"You pernah makan bunga durian?" I asked.
"Tak," he answered simply.
"Arwah nenek I pernah masak gulai bunga durian," I told him.
"Banyak bunga boleh makan dalam dunia nieh. Jangan makan bunga yang salah, dahlah," while he continued talking about some edible flowers including orchids.
"Bahasa sang kumbang, ye!" I teased him.
"Nak buat macam mana, sang kumbang kan pencinta wanita," that wicked laugh again.
"Perrrghhh...now I wonder why I even want to talk to you."
"Alaaaaa...cakap je. Buat belum tentu berani."
"You? Tak berani?"
"Separuh benda hanya boleh dibuat gurau but I don't really mean it,"he said. I was quiet.
"I tau you suka orkid sekarang. Sampai taknak makan orkid," he said meaningfully.
"Hmmm...rahsia dah terbongkarlah ni!"
"So, kalau I nak bagi you bunga, bunga orkidlah ye?" he asked. I was silent.
"Sha?" he called me when I did not answer.
"Do you want flowers?"
"Kalau I buat nasi ulam?"
"Haah..." I knew he was teasing me.
"Pelik je..." I answered.
"Kalau I bagi bunga sebab nak bagi you bunga?" he prompted.
"Apa pulak. No occassion," I said.
"To celebrate the first time I'm calling you."
"There will be more calls nanti.Boleh?"
"Errr...Arief...I don't know what to say...."
"Just say yes?"
I blushed. Like a crimson orchid.
***to be continued***
What do you think, folks? Anyone wants to eat flowers today?