Disaster Because of Marriage

Part 41's. At the End of That Day

12 Years ago

The sound of the car wheels filling the streets of Jakarta. All vehicles that had passed were forced to stop when the platform, down blocking them.

A gust of wind, made everyone who stopped there slightly retreat. Probably afraid of being nudged, because they thought the train was speeding right in front of the face.

Everyone also closes their noses when a characteristic smell of iron creeps into their noses, disturbing their sense of smell.

"Where are you taking me?" Of the many people who were waiting for the train to stop passing, the voice of a little girl was heard between the squeals of the wheels and the track of the train.

He, Airin Putri, a 12-year-old boy who is now being rammed using an ontel bike by a man with curly hair.

Airin is currently still wearing Scout clothes typical of SD students. The boy was now sitting in a sideways style and his legs dangled on the left side.

"The place you can never forget." Dia— Raka Satriawan, the fifteen-year-old teenage boy replied with a slight smile.

The second-class male of Junior High is now riding an ontel bike where, at that time, teenagers prefer to wear it. Understandably still brought age. So, no matter how rich both parents they will certainly be given a human-powered vehicle as a means of transportation.

Airin. The twelve-year-old boy slipped his hair that did not stop flying because of the gust of wind created by the speed of the carriage.

"But, later Mama and Mamak nyariin I loh, Ka." With a cute tone of speech, the twelve-year-old boy said making, Raka lowered her gaze.

The teen boy was dressed in sweet black with that ripe brown skin color, smiling. He's always like that, "Don't mind that. Maybe now your dad's busy with his gecko." Raka answered.

Airin who heard that was grinning. Two couples who are still said to be quite early are focused on looking ahead, when the pole platform that was blocking began to rise.

The sound of horn bajaj, bicycles, angkot, and many more immediately unpretentious. Raka turned to the right and left to look at the situation and after being in safety, the man immediately paddled his bike out of the crowd.

***

The day is nearing the end. However, that did not make Raka— the teenager who was currently dressed as the scout to turn back home.

Even the teenage boy was increasingly pedaling his bike into a remote place in the middle of the city of Jakarta, precisely the Thamrin area.

The airin that was brought was silent. The twelve-year-old boy was busy looking at the place they were currently visiting.

Slender.

Those were the first words that came to Airin's mind. Afraid? Of course not. He if he had been with Raka, must have been brave.

Even some time ago, the two of them tested their guts quietly in the gazebo of the complex where they lived, just to test whether the gombel will kidnap them if they are still wandering outside during the day before evening.

However, it turns out that did not happen and they managed to refute the fictional story of complex mothers who often scare their children with it.

"Down!" Raka said, by pulling his hand that had previously held the handlebars to return to the waist side.

Airin who found it immediately jumped down. Her tiny legs that had been swinging around earlier, had already found its footing again, "Well, who does she know this place from?" asked the boy who was about to approach the teenager with jovial nads. A special smile is engraved real on his face ayu.

The sound of iron falling down, made little Airin gasp in shock. The twelve-year-old boy turned his head in the direction, Raka who was always pulling his hand and immediately ran up to a building whose walls were blackened, because a few months ago it was on fire.

The building was once a tobacco factory. However, it has now been abandoned due to a work accident that eliminated the range of ten workers.

"Raka, slow!" Airin sneered as Raka pulled him in a hurry to get into the three lantau factory which was only the rest of the supporting pole.

"Dark hunter. Dad, you'll be angry because I'm not getting any more loose." Raka climbed the steps of the building quickly and it was Airin's automatic follow.

The two couples stopped their steps right on the roof of the building. Airin was sweating a little, but the salty aie's circle disappeared as a gust of wind swept across his face.

Happy rays decorated with orange color directly filled the face, Airin. Now the girl who wants to approach her teenage years is staring at the sun that is already in the far west.

Raka smiled. The man did not look towards the twilight, but he preferred to focus on looking at Airin's sparkling face.

Somehow every time he stared at the face of his neighbor's complex, making his heart beat, fast. Raka doesn't know this feeling, but if she's the same as the telenopela she's heard so many times when, Mama's watching, this feeling she's feeling is exactly what Sergio told Marimar.

"Pbu-"

"I'm going, Rin."

Airin who had wanted to say, even preceded by Raka who always said the word, Go. Yes, only that one word was captured clearly by Airin's ears. Other than that word, he heard nothing because the wind was blowing so fiercely.

"My father and mother will move out of the country" continued Raka and Airin tetiba shed tears.

"Maybe this is the last time we'll play and tomorrow, we'll never see each other again." Raka spoke again, with a soft-sounding tone, Airin shook his head.

"Keep, if you leave, who will I play with? Didn't you promise that we'll always be together?" Airin did not seem sincere because a few weeks ago, Raka had promised to become her upperclassman in Junior High School later.

***

Back to the present.

"You don't remember me, because you were very early, Rin." Raka continued her words, but she still did not say who she really was.

The man breathed. He moved around in his jeans pocket, "Twelve years ago I gave you something like that. If it wasn't wrong then I would've left the house and I gave this un-"

"My birthday present." Airin involuntarily interrupted and Raka who heard that smiled. The man nodded his head.

...T.B.C...

...Feel the new age is not?...

...Good luck, because I'm just groping '90s life...