Dance In Rinai Rain

CHAPTER 12

Our

already back to SMP Negeri Keteng I – Banyuwangi. Actually, we're still

curious about Yunita's love stories with the person called

Allan Van Koef's. However, the bells of the class entrance hour had already rung. Of way

Yunita told her, their love is so great, though, I disagree with

the actions of Yunita who received Allan's love. Anyway that's what

called infidelity. Well, that's wrong according to most people. Yunitas

have good reason to commit the affair. Anyways

nor can his actions be justified.

Clocks

lesson, I feel slow and long walking. I followed him, especially

the IPA material taught by Bu Yanti I can already understand, because, from

yesterday, I learned it myself at home. In other words, already

memorized, understood and understood, I tried to remain patient. The first hour and

the second is over, the third and fourth hours are the same and when the bell breaks, I

jump for joy, here's what I've been waiting for. When I was about to step

going to the toilet, Rita suddenly came to class and gave me a book

black and a little dirty.

“I

found this book in one of the desk drawers in the IPA lab. Apparently, this is

a diary. Look at the writing on the right corner

above it,” said Rita. I received the book and my pair of eyes were pointed at

a sentence indicated by Rita “SOPHIA VAN KOEF”. I deflected

eyes, “You get this book in the drawer of the table next where ?” my many.

“Di

a place not far from where the figure was wrapped in a white shroud

browned. I didn't want to go there at first. But, after hearing the story

Yunita, I'm reminded of one thing. The black and somewhat weathered book was left

just in that desk drawer without anyone touching it. The most corner table,”

said Rita, “Maybe it is related to the figure of Yunita,”

“Can

so, in close contact,” I confirmed while starting to open the page

by page. My desire to hear Yunita's story is gone

with my curiosity about what was in the book. I

take my foot to the language lab. There we wait for Cindy and

ghost friends.

I

put the book to the table while saying, “Actually, I would love to

hearing the story of Yunita. But, apparently, there was a surprise from the IPA Lap. Books

this was probably Miss Sophia's, her name was on the corner

on the top right. Maybe it has to do with Yunita. How to according

you guys ?”

Without

waiting for a response from Cindy, I re-opened the colored cover of the book

that black. Indeed some of the cover skin is damaged, but, the inside is still good

and we can read the writing in that book. Writing for writing

forming a sentence, the sentence is arranged neatly to form a

the fabric of the story that makes us go back to adventure to the past.

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Indoneszian. A country enough

beautiful and spacious. The population is so dense and I cannot understand the language

those who are mixed. A completely foreign language to the new me

10 Year old. But, all the things that happened to my family before

moving here, I can still remember clearly. I studied almost everything

culture and customs that occur in this country. Me and my brothers, first,

reluctant to leave the land of birth that without feeling began to be mined

ruin. I can only feel, how the fate of the colonized nation with

another nation. Ah, it is .. we came to this land, only to complain

fate, instead of colonizing, as our people did who

firing rifles, whipping or killing people for no apparent reason.

Along with the passage of time,

I'm getting used to using the languages of this country, so am I

growing up to be a pretty girl according to my parents, but, I know

who am I. I know who I live with in this country, I know what

the reason they brought me here. But I don't care about them, which is important

I can survive for him.

My name is Sophia Van Koef. Van Koef's

it was the surname that raised me as his adopted son. I'm willing

doing it, just for him, I was willing to do everything just to

he's not for the others. I hate the Van Koef Family, I'd love to

avenge my heartache on those who have destroyed the happiness of the home

my family ladder .. if he wasn't from Van Koef's family ...

I'll be happier.

In this diary, I want to

telling how the Van Koef Family actually looked in the eyes of the people around

so kind, friendly and respected and respected, but, in my eyes ...

they are the opposite people. Anyone related to

Van Koef's family should be careful .

with his smile and friendly attitude. I said as it is, one of the victims of

their good attitude is a woman named Yunita who was once named Dyah

Ayu Sekar Prameswati. I could feel how Yunita was suffering

knowing that his dreams and hopes could not be realized. Even if I really am

hating Yunita who had snatched it from my side, however, I felt pity as well

found his fate less fortunate, because of various things. If only I could meet

again with Yunita, I will accompany her wherever she goes

towards the afterlife. Along with this diary, I

attaching a letter from Yunita to the man she loved so much, she loved and

he misses the day-night. If only Allan were alive, this book and this letter would

I gave it to him, in order to know .. how severe the wound must be

Yunitas. How hard it must be to live until I can finally

seeing his body hanging on a banyan tree whose body was around his house.

Before, when I had not moved to the country

this beautiful, Liefderyk Family and Van Koef Family, coexist, get along well

like a sibling. However, because in terms of economy Liefderyk

richer than the Van Koef Family, then, Alexander Van Koef tries to

he is playing with Leonard Liefderyk. All ways arranged with

neat included marrying me to his first son Andrew Van Koef.

Actually, I would love to marry Allan Van Koef, because, from the very first moment

the time I met her .. I fell in love with her.

And so, I am willing to get married

with Andrew and living in the Van Koef family home, everything I do is

saw Allan prefer a native girl named Mira. When I asked

Allan, “Why do you prefer indigenous girls from this country

than the Dutch girls, though, among them a lot of want

marry you ?” Allan simply replied, “Because, more native girls

understanding compared to the girls of our home country,”

A word that really

it hurts anyone who hears it, including me. I feel envious

with Mira who has managed to win Allan's heart. So, in various ways

I tried to attract Allan. But, it's all for nothing. Sturdy Allan establishment

it is like the mountains of coral in this land. The establishment of Allan

shaken, my heart broke when he only thought of me as a little sister.

Until one day, without

on purpose, I heard Mrs Elizabeth Van Koef and her husband fighting inside

the quarrel, I heard my name mentioned, not just my name, but, name

Family, Liefderyk.

“Liefderyk family Princess, Sophia

... just a pawn. Leonard Liefderyk is now elderly and his body is not

as healthy as ever, soon, he will meet his end. When he's not

there in this world, Andrew even though his status was only a son-in-law, he definitely got an inheritance

moreover, the sons of Liefderyk almost all of them did not want to

their legacy is richer than their father's. That is why,

Andrew married Sophia. The sole heir of the family

Liefderyk is Andrew Van Koef. The legacy fell to Andrew...

what does a woman named Sophia Liefderyk mean?” That is

words I heard partly from their quarrel. I can't

accepting their words, I was about to report the incident to my real father

however, I did not know why suddenly I passed by Ifan, one of the

bediende (labour) our family.

Ever since I put my foot in the house

this, this kid is always watching my movements. I'm worried about it, but, I

stay nice to him .. accompany him to play or talk. Him

well, I really love him, but, not my heart. She is a sister

to me. So I was very disappointed when he misunderstood the attention and

my love for him with another meaning. He wants me to be his wife.

Of course I refuse because I don't want to live with her as a wife, I

he wants to be there as my brother.

My marriage to Andrew too

one way to avoid it. I can't give you this attention

more than a sister who loves her brother. I know he's hurt, I know

he was disappointed and hurt, but, what should we do ? I thought I wasn't

guilty.

On that day, I felt

happy because finally Allan broke up with Mira. My wish is to have Allan

reappeared. I approached her when my husband was not around, but, again I had to

disappointed, because he still thinks of me as his sister. Things are worse, though,

while Yunita was present in our family, 3 years after parting ways with

Mira, Allan is getting closer to Yunita. I can't help my heartache when

they are alone. I really feel envious of both Mira and

Yunitas. What a lack of me this is so, must lose to women

indigenous ? I was envious when I saw Yunita and Allan looking at each other, at each other

sharing smiles, telling each other stories. Suppose Yunita was me. I was the most.

happy in this world.

This heart is getting sicker, tears

as if dripping incessantly while looking .. ah, not my heart was so sad

my heart is sad, I really can't tell it.

My eyes bore witness when I saw them in one room, one room

sleeping Allan. On the doorstep of that room, this ear hears how *******

their breath and screams are held back because they are at the peak of their enjoyment

I rarely get it during my life with my husband. My eyes are a witness, where

when it rains, you and Yunita dance in the yard there, dancing like that

lovely. Dance in the rain, that is the symbol of your eternal love.

I envy, I'm down, I lose and

i'm ill. To this day, I ask .... There is something inside me

the one lacking in Allan's eyes ? But, no one answered, the question passed

it was like a cold night wind. Allan .. demi

your happiness, I'm willing you embrace happiness and love with Yunita.

For the sake of my love for you, I chose silence, choosing to swallow a bitter pill that

not directly you gave it to me. Your love is really big ,

perhaps, in this world your forbidden love is nobler than love

shown to the person in the chair. LOVE THAT SOMETIMES CAN

BLINDING THE EYES OF OUR HEARTS.

Well, Allan .. if you still

allowed to live thousands more years, I hope you can find this book.

Also a letter from Yunita to you. And, frankly ..

valuing you. On the one hand you are a young man who has charm and is capable

conquered almost every woman on this earth, but, on the one hand .

he was an irresponsible, cruel and venomous man. With

reading this book was also a letter from Yunita before she died

sad, we hope ..you can understand and understand the feelings of women

the one you love and love at once you throw into the abyss

deep, dark and full of pain. The abyss that cannot be measured

the depth. ANGUISH SUFFERING. How many women expect to be

your wife, but, really is a man with no feelings.

***

I

close the black book. Frankly, I hesitate to believe

everything written in it. But, after I read the letter tucked away

in the book I am convinced and believe that the Van Koef Family.

famous by its good name is fake. Cindy suggested to me

a letter written by Yunita or Dyah Sekar Ayu Prameswati to Allan that was not

until it is saved first. The reason is simple, what would it be if

Yunita found out that Allan did not receive the letter at all.

“Kukira,

he already knew Maribeth, which is why, he chose to end

his life in that way. I saw despair in him when

telling her past,” said Rita. Rita's words made me more

feeling sorry for Yunita, I wanted to see her immediately and hear her tell a story

more about his life in his past. His fate was more tragic than Sri

Menur, that's what I think.

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