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Your Traces Are Removed by Rain

Renjana Kanya's

The inauguration of the event attended by the president and his ministers was completed three hours ago. I even sent the script to the editor-in-chief and now enjoy the remaining free time. Mumpung in the Flower City I plan for a moment to release fatigue. Besides, I also plan to visit the address given by Damar when I get home. If yesterday Mas Hanung did not remind me about the affairs in Bandung, maybe I will also forget if I still have the task to ascertain how Arez is doing.

But before I got out of the coffee shop I found randomly, my salary rang. Shows Mas Hanung's name on that six-inch screen. Is there a guy calling me? It's been since last night that he terrorized me with all kinds of things I can't miss. Start reminding a dime to weighty question that of course I have prepared before. He even read the draft question I sent him.

In fact, this is not my first assignment covering the president's activities. Surprisingly, he could have so much disbelief in the men. Although on the other hand he is so relying on his team. Still he would ferociously remind this of that and other things.

"Hello, what's up, Mas?" I said before Mas Hanung gave a lecture that could not be ascertained when it ended, if he was given the opportunity to speak first.

"Where are you now?"

"Coffee shop, deket hotel. Abis send script. What the hell is it?"

"Not to Araz's place?" mas Hanung's question made me frown.

"Well, who wants to see Araz, Mas?"

"So you don't want to see Araz? Trus yesterday when we talked, lo kayak happy really time I ingetin time aja lo there is a need in Bandung?"

"Well, how the hell? Did I tell you from the beginning that I wanted to meet Araz? 'Don't you? Mas Hanung just want me to go where. I'd like to see you, not Araz."

Why do I have to meet people intentionally saying without saying goodbye? Who am I to find him where? How could Mas Hanung think that I would meet Araz? I swear in my heart.

"All of you, you stay there. Meet Araz gih. I'll send you the address." Mas Hanung was still pushy before terminating the phone connection. Before long the man sent a message through a chat service.

"It's someone's intention" I said grumbling.

A thousand times Mas Hanung asked me to Araz's place, I still wouldn't want to. He chose to leave, why should I bother to get in the way. Our relationship does not improve where we have to look for each other. I am tired of sacrificing my heart for something uncertain. I'm even grateful, Araz disappeared when my heart hadn't really allowed him to stay.

My grunts were sidetracked when a man I had a crush on the age of Mas Hanung, stopped in front of me with his signature green jacket. The man smiled kindly and asked if I was the one who ordered the ojek online on Kanya's behalf. I just nodded and returned a smile as necessary as the man handed the helmet to me.

When the driver asked me once more about my goal of whether it was appropriate for the application, I just nodded. Though usually I will be happy to reply to their chat that sometimes even vent about this and that problem. Especially when I found out, I am a reporter in a daily newspaper that is quite famous in this country. They do not hesitate to leave complaints that the policy owners cannot hear. It's just that I'm lazy to make small talk right now due to Mas Hanung's very annoying act.

"It's over, Ma'am."

After thanking and handing the helmet to the driver of the online motorcycle taxi, I observed the house number with the address of Damar's hand in turn. It was appropriate, but the house looked deserted as if it was uninhabited. Even the dry foliage in the yard further confirms that the house has been empty since one or two weeks ago.

I looked once again at that jengki architectural style house. The building has a characteristic jengki house in general with both sides of the roof that do not meet each other. The space between the two roofs at once serves as air ventilation and also windows that can be a source of natural lighting. The walls are made slightly sloping to avoid the impression of stiffness. While on the walls of his house there are natural rock ornaments. So too on the porch in the house. The concrete frame on the windows and doors did not escape my observation. Including the portico located next to the house that connects directly with the park.

Is this really Arez's house? The place where he grew up to become a... How does that man look now? I had forgotten how she looked when I last met her. The night before he decided to leave and never returned to our rented house.

The question that came to my mind did not find the answer. Then who can answer if the house was deserted uninhabited. I regret why I never wanted to when Arez took me home after completing the trip from Sukabumi and Gede peak. Or from anywhere that passes through the city of Bandung.

Meanwhile, nature seems to dramatize the situation by collecting cloudiness that soon becomes rain. Adding to the regret in my heart is getting stronger and more inevitable. Really not a good composition. An atmosphere of support to remember.

"Neng, find out who?" the question of a middle-aged woman surprised me. The woman came from a house located to the right of Arez's house.

"Where's this house, Mom?"

"Oh, Mr. Arman equals Bu Elis tea to Jakarta. It was two weeks ago, Neng. His first son was sick, he said."

The woman's explanation forced me to string together events that had happened. Arez never told me he had a brother or sister. In fact, he almost never told about his family unless he came from the city nicknamed Paris van Java. He always said he would introduce me to his parents directly. Not just through words so I can judge for myself how they are.

Wait, why could the moment be the same as Araz? Is it possible..is not possible, right?

I took the device out of my pants pocket and checked the home address sent by Mas Hanung. I was just wondering and not expecting the result...

Same.

My body trembles. I didn't expect that... How could they...

My whole body feels lunglai. It was as if the bones that supported my weight were losing strength. My eyes began to blur. What destiny is playing tricks on me God?

"Neng, the rain is getting heavier, let's stop by first," said the woman only I replied with a smile and subtly refused her offer.

Some are wetter than the rain which dips the foliage. There is more to rain than betraying the heavens and choosing the earth. Wet heart. My move towards Arez was blocked by a dead end. The rain was increasingly blurring its long-sighted tracks. Also on the fact that makes my heart not only wet, but also scratched in pain.

My tears are falling slowly. Mixed with rain water increasingly pouring all over my body. Nature really knows when to be dramatic.