Dance In Rinai Rain

CHAPTER 04

It was still early in the morning, however, because the cloudy atmosphere around the school looked dark

added with giant plants that grow here and there in the yard.

Some of the lights are still not turned off by Mr. Jiman. Cindy and I walked

down the streets in the hallways of the classroom that connects him to

the women's toilet.

Both the classroom and classroom hallways are still quiet, because the other children have not

come by. The sound of the sound of shoes with the floor sounded echoing filled every

the room we passed went hand in hand with the sound of thunder that was heard

since early this morning. The weather was unfriendly, lightning

it was as if it was about to tear apart the black clouds that were rolling around

hiding the morning sun's face.

“Ddduuuaaarrr !!!”

This time the sound of thunder was louder than before, making us jump

startled, the eardrum seemed to burst forcing every heartbeat and flow

the blood moves twice as fast as the normal range of the hearers.

I

looking up at the sky. The black clouds had completely covered the sky and before long

again it's raining, while, we're still walking down the aisle after

hallways. Just as we were about to tread the courtyard of the ladies' Toilet, it rained

accompanied by wind. Although the rain points are not as big as the base of the broomstick,

but, it still keeps our view blocked.

Our

keep stepping. Our footsteps stopped when we saw a figure

the shadow of the woman in white and long-haired stood up. Headmen

looking up at the sky while his pair of eyes closed. On a woman's neck

it is wrapped around a black rope. She's the woman we met

a while ago. He appeared to us again. What would

he did it in the rain like this ? my question is in my heart.

The question was immediately answered, while, the woman began to move her body.

His waist was like the body of a giant serpent, his hands and feet

moving here and there. She dances. Dancing in the rainwater. But, uh,

his movements are different from some time ago, his dance movements are of a nature

half erotic. Cindy and I don't know about dance, but,

the dance that he brought, for us, was a form of dance that ...

maybe, impressed like : MISSING THE LOVER.

A dance that was quite rare, our eyes did not blink watching it. That was

it was a beautiful dance, lucky to see it. At least that's it

our opinion.

“That dance, like a man who misses a lover,” the word surprised me.

I hurriedly turned my head towards where the voice came from, behind me already

standing: Rita, Intan Jan-Shen and Timmy. Toby was sitting not far from the yard

in front of the toilet, he sat down while his hands moved to scribble the skeetch book

the one on his lap. He sits in a comfortable place.

“You .... since when are you guys in this place ?” my many.

“You guys have seen his dance in the rain some time ago. Dances

it was finished when the rain stopped. I was curious about your story, then, when

it's raining we'll be here soon hoping to see how she dances

in the rain like this. And, it turns out.

also,” replied Rita while staring at the woman who was still dancing in the toilet yard

that woman, “His dance is indeed beautiful and fascinates me,”.

We kept watching until the rain stopped. In the next moment, we

watching the woman limp into the woman's toilet. Me and

others followed him from behind. When we got to the toilet, we saw a woman

it stood behind us.

“You guys seem to like my dance, yes ?” ask without looking.

“So, you know that we watched your beautiful dances,” my question.

“of course. You think I don't know that ? I also saw a boy

painting all my dance moves,” the woman said as she glanced towards

Tobby, standing behind Cindy side by side with Timmy, hugs her

“Didn't you like it, if your dance was painted by Tobby ? If you don't like it, then,

let Cindy ask her to give it to you,” Cindy said.

The woman smiled, “Actually, the dance I presented to her. But, I guess

he won't care. Bring me your painting, let me see it,”

Tobby

step forward and then give her Skeetch Book to the woman. So

the book was already held, the fingers of the woman moved to open her page one

by the way, “You are very good at painting. What is the name of this painting ?” he said while showing

painting 2 children sitting on the beach looking at the full moon.

“ANTICIPATION

ANAK MOON,” replied Tobby briefly. The woman looked astonished, “Title that

goodgood. Can you paint it again for me ?” tanyanya while giving

Skeetch Book it to Tobby. Tobby nodded, then returned his hand

moving like dancing on paper. In no time, Painting

THE WAITING OF THE SON OF MOON has been completed and given to the woman.

“Your name :

Yunita, isn't it?” ask Cindy, “What was your dance name earlier?” “There is no name

suitable for my dance. If you like it, I can teach it

to you,” replied the woman.

Cindy

smile, “Cindy appreciate it. Cindy learned a lot

from Cindy's friends. Cindy is so grateful. But, before that...

can you tell me about you. I mean Cindy, when you were alive

in this world. What caused you to still be in this world, temporarily, temporarily,

Cindy knew .. You should have died. Can you tell me everything

to us ? If you don't mind,”

Woman

the so-called Yunita smiled, she walked hovering around us, “This

that's remarkable. I never thought about how kids your age could be

seeing, communicating is also friendly with us. Though, as far as I am, I,

other kids your age must be scared to see what they're not

understand. For centuries, I had to be alone in this place. It feels tormented

once if there was nothing I could talk to. In the past, no one dared

set foot in this place. Now, there are 2 girls who

still smelly kencur dare to come and invite me to talk. Of course I didn't

objected. Well I'll tell you, I hope that once you hear my story

here, don't be reluctant to come here anytime. But I don't want to exist

other people interrupt me when I tell stories. But I'm sorry, if I have to

changing the atmosphere of this toilet became the house where I lived. I promise, when

the school lesson hours started .. you guys are back,” he explained.

I

nodding, instantly the atmosphere in the female toilet room changed.

The wooden stakes that support the roof of the room turn into branches and twigs

the banyan tree is thick. Paint on the walls of the room peeling and

crack here and there, slowly turning into a thicket. Floors

in the room slowly turned into green and tender grasses.

“Before

this room is built, this is a large enough field. There is a banyan tree

the giant, leafy one, this is where I hang my neck.

A while ago I visited you, Maribeth. My hopes are high, though,

so you and your friends can unpack

all the crimes that are veiled in this school and drag out the perpetrators

in court, everything must end. If the law cannot give justice

for the victims.. then, it is we who will give the punishment,” clearly.

Yunitas. He began to take us into the hallway of space and time, a time

where Yunita still lives as a human like us.

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