BETWEEN THE RAIN
picking up heart flowers
(Rain-Utopia)
Rinai rain wet me
Stay away from the ones who are snuggling
When I remember you
And all those sweet moments
Everything is like a dream
Kujalani lives alone
If time changed
I'm not gonna change
I'm always happy
When it rains
Because I can remember you
For myself
O-o-ow ...
There's always a story
Saved in my heart
About you and the rain
About our love
It flows like water
I'm always happy
When it rains
Because I can remember you
For myself
O-o-ow ...
I can smile all day
Because the rain held you here
For me
I'm always happy
When it rains
Because I can remember you
For myself
O-o-o-o-ow ...
I can smile all day
Because the rain held you here
For me
The chant of the song becomes the only sound that fills a white-painted room. A medium-sized room containing a study table with a novel book that looks neatly arranged on it. Not far from the study table was seen a bed that could only fit one person with white sheets that looked neat with pillows on it. In one corner of his looks also an open laptop playing a row of playlists of songs from the utopia that is very interesting to his heart.
Seen a girl with a long mane the owner of the room was following the song he heard, he said, how touching was his heart as he recalled the events under the rain along with a man who had lately made his days colorful. Syila tied her original hair back with a typical pony style that almost covered her eyes. There was also a little blurb of hair left beside her tiny ears.
The girl looked at the mirror wearing a uniform complete with a school bag that had been tidied up at dawn. Syila had come home earlier in the morning leaving her mother in the hospital alone because her mother told Syila and her sister to go home so that they could go to school and not miss the lesson again.
"Yes! It's Ready" he muttered.
"Sister!"
"Hurry up for breakfast!" Shouted someone to the girl.
"He's going down again" cried Syila from her room to be heard
"Good morning my beautiful sister" Sapa Syila gently told her sister who was sitting next to her.
"Good morning too, sister, big brother" Reply Syala
Now they just sit together at a dining table with four chairs. Only, during this time only 3 seats were always occupied and one of the chairs was still loyal to be empty.
Shala then moved towards the door to see who came this early in the morning.
When Syala looked through the window, she saw the figure of a student SMK riding a black Honda sport bike was staring at the street in front of her. Yes, that's how Zidan now even uses his motorbike which is not the one he usually uses.
Sheala smiled at the man and then moved to the dining table again.
"Quickly finish breakfast brother, the riding King has been waiting outside anyway" Syala said in a ignorant tone to her brother.
Hearing her sister's words, Syila almost choked on the chocolate-coated bread she was craving.
"A-you mean what Scarf?" Syila asked in shock and did not understand
"Liat aja himself come out, Shala mah support brother if the same him" replied Syala with a little chuckle.
Syila then moved from where she was sitting and towards the door of her house.
"Oh yeah forgot that Zidan wanted to pick me up" muttered Syila softly as her path was so slow from the window
"What he really wants to pick up" he said in his heart.
As soon as she reached the window, Syila then peeked slightly outwards.
How shocked it turned out that what he was thinking turned out to be true that Zidan picked himself up to go to school together.
"Zidan?"
"So he really is! I'm out now what will I do?" Now his heart is beating fast not because when he saw the figure sitting on the bike was the figure of Zidan.
"Wah-wah, big brother jago really can dapet handsome guy like brother Zidan, it's kind hearted anyway really fit the brother" said Syala who is now standing behind Syila.
"He's not my girlfriend!!" Syila with a red face.
"Yes, I hope to be a girlfriend, sister" said Syala in support
"What the hell are you Scarves. Yaudah's sister went to school first and you're careful" Syila is now picking up her school bag and is about to walk out.
"You don't forget to lock the right door if you want to leave" he said again
"Yes. Sheala did not forget it" replied Shala smiling
Syila approached her sister before leaving. Sheala kissed her brother's hand first
"Assalamualaikum" Syila told her sister
"Waalaikumsalam" replied Syala.
Syila stepped her legs out while looking at the figure of Zidan who was sitting on his motorcycle.
Suddenly Zidan turned to Syila and showed her a special grin.
"Oh my god, the grin" Inner Syila with a racing heart.
Syila walked straight past Zidan pretending not to see the figure of the man sitting on his motorcycle.
"Where are you going?" Ask Zidan who feels cuekin by Syila.
"You go to school" answered her briefly without stopping her footsteps.
"Yesterday I told you, you went to school just like me" said Zidan who now runs his bike very slowly to compensate for Syila's steps.
"No need. In front of the complex someone will pick me up" Syila said still cute.
Zidan heard that and stopped the bike.
"Did she have a boyfriend?"
Zidan did not believe what he was hearing.
"Who would pick you up?"
Zidan said a little shouting.
"Supir Angkot!!"
Syila replied again while looking at Zidan who stopped behind her
Hearing that Zidan felt relieved. He thought the one who picked up his heart flowers was another guy. It turns out what he was thinking was wrong. He smiled and started running his bike again to catch up with Syila who now has a little left Zidan and his bike behind.
"Udah together, you're a cameraman promise me! Anyway what's wrong with us going together" said Zidan who is still faithful to accompany him
"What do you want me to ask about your fans?" Answer Syila
"If it's quiet, there will be me where they dare to interrogate you" Zidan said with a big smile
"Huh ya already, you from earlier also still follow me" said Syila resigned and finally wanted to be joined by Zidan
