Festive Collection
EPS 60'S. ME, YOU AND THE RAIN
People say, the rain brings a song that can only be understood by those who are longing. There are also those who think that rain is the right time to remember the past.
Up until now, I had no idea who had first concluded that. Most of it is true. Maybe because the situation is supportive; the air is slightly moist, fragrant petrichor that bursts plus raindrops that fall like pieces of memories that scatter and hypnotize the mind.
Whatever the reason, I love the rain. I like the smell, my eyes can not be separated staring at the grains of water that jerk leaves, causing a beautiful gurgling sound when colliding with the ground and roof of the house.
The rain taught me many things:
About memories.
Hopefulness.
And about? somebody's.
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At that time, I was sitting by the window of the class, watching my friends who were playing in the rain. That's when you came over.
“Hei, Iceberg.” Relax.
I who do not want to be disturbed immediately look at you irritated.
‘Just leave me alone!’ Get rid of me in my heart.
But you're giggling amused. Your hand pulled the chair and sat in front of me.
“No sense our SMA time will end.” The look on your face suddenly turned mellow, that usual light brown bead dimmed as if it was losing energy.
“Ya,” answered I briefly threw a glance at you.
Why is this guy?
You reply through a forced smile, “that means you will be free because I will not tease again.”
Both corners of my lips are pulled to the side, “good if it is.”
The days will be comfortable.
No calls “Mount Es” again,
No shitty babble
No one will shift my position at the class level.
There's nothing else? yourselves.
I should be relieved, but somehow it is a speck of sadness that even creeps in the heart. More and more of it is raining out there.
You laughed blandly and then stayed a few seconds to bring my eyes to me.
Your mouth starts chattering again, “tau don't why do I always bother you?”
Strange, your tone sounded very serious and your gaze seemed impatient waiting for an answer.
Your head shook steadily, index and middle fingers raised the frames of the glasses that adorn your handsome face. “Because I want to see your expression. Every day, you always put on a flat face. Honestly, I'd rather you get angry or smile and laugh because of me. It makes you look much more ‘live’... cool instead of living life without a mask? Be yourself, because there is someone who always thinks you are valuable,” you say at length in a typical style.
I don't know if I should be happy or angry to hear that.
But something I don't understand, your words make my chest warm up a little. And that warmth ended up being transmitted to both cheeks without being prevented.
I can see your face reacting the same way.
“Maybe this sounds silly, but .. May I ask for one thing?” You ask a little clumsy.
Next to my eyebrows raised, “what is it?” I said a little curious while continuing to suppress feelings that could not be explained through anything.
Watching the red tinge on a young man's face was a rare sight for me. So soothing and thrilling as well as the smell of rain.
“Please don't forget me. And ... can you wait until the time comes?” you said it without hesitation and damn it I didn't detect the lie signal in your eyeballs.
I choked on my own breath. Okay, this is confusing. No. gabe. No. gabe. It's so very confusing!
But, why?! Why am I nodding instead?!
****! ****! ****!!!! What am I doing?!!!!
I shook my head slowly after that looking down deeply. Trying to relax and hope that my heart beat that is more crazy is not caught your sense of hearing.
Aira, relax! He's your enemy!
Yep. An enemy I could never hate.
You smiled faintly then your bead glanced out, “it's gone. Let's go home!” you said as you took the bag and walked away.
“Bagas! T-thank you very much,” I finally spoke up after gathering courage, ignoring the great thump I held half to death.
Your steps stopped right at the door. The tall body shadow is so contrast when exposed to the twilight sun.
You didn't turn around, but I know you're smiling now. Your right hand is raised and forms a ‘OK’ gesture
Then, the sound of your steps slowly drifted away. I just chuckled while groping my cheeks.
Heat.
—
Haha! Funny to remember what happened a few years ago. The last moment we interacted. After that, everyone walked in their own world. Completely broke contact. Only through long prostration and rain we greet each other.
It's important .I really enjoyed the rain today and I'm constantly smiling reading a message on my phone.
“Next week I'll come. With entourage. Wait for me ya!”
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