Grasping the Only Temporary (Revised)

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The weather is so cloudy as if soon will cry spilling out the overflow of sadness, plus the wind is so strong, the temperature began to drop dramatically, so cold squeezed the skin of people who passed by.

But it's not as bad as the mood in Kian's heart right now. It was possible that anyone who entered his mood would instantly freeze to death. It was so cold that it exceeded the temperature outside of his body.

People along the way started wearing scarves, jackets, sweaters, to warm their bodies feeling the changing atmosphere. Do not forget the umbrella and raincoat, because the droplets began to fall slightly free to the ground.

More and more walking straight without caring about the surrounding, blank stares with the body only wrapped in skin and clothes. No warm clothing, no umbrella or raincoat to protect it from raindrops.

The short-sleeved knee-length dres is light blue, the white shoes he used to wear, the black bag of sash and the hair in pigtails. The performance that drove him today to the hospital, and came home in a bad mood.

Keep walking aimlessly, if even by foot can get home maybe it could happen. At times like this Kian prefers to be alone, enjoying the exposure of the cold air that exists, which is even more supportive of his current mood.

Different from others, if they are feeling a cold mood will certainly look for warmth to balance the atmosphere. But Kian? Kian would prefer to hit himself with the same atmosphere as his heart.

As it is now, with a cold atmosphere enveloping. As if that way, he will not avoid that taste other than enjoying it and conquering the cold. Choosing to fight is not avoiding or being friendly with that feeling.

Now the droplet has turned into a shower of water which of course feels a little spicy when exposed to the skin.

Sitting on a long bench, alone. Seeing the crowded streets by four-wheeled vehicles and two-wheeled vehicles passing by. There was no intention to board any of these vehicles. All he wanted to do was sit back and enjoy the current atmosphere.

The wind was strong, making her skirt sway a little, and the water droplets had now entered the stop barrier. Making Kian's feet slanted was wet because of the occasional exposure to water entering the stop.

Even so he still remained focused on his view, no matter the cold that increasingly pierced the skin, and shoes that are now wet with rainwater. He captured the moment of each passing vehicle, until he focused on a two-wheeled vehicle ridden by a man, a child and a woman in the back. Hugging the child tightly in the middle and holding on to her husband.

Wearing a raincoat, sharing each other, even though the woman who was asked by Kian was the mother of the child was not fully covered by the raincoat they wore to protect the little boy. Motorcycles that are outdated but still worth using, penetrate the rush of rain today. Simple but loving, that is what he is currently capturing from the moment of one small family.

Of course, he could argue that the child would not currently be cold. Cuddle with the back of the man in front of him and be held again by the woman. Looks really lucky the boy with the simplicity he has now.

"Bend your legs! Swim your feet in your shoes."

Say someone who managed to make the focus Kian broke and turned to him. The heavy sound was successful in making Kian at least surprised but did not make him bend the leg.

"Why are you here?" Ask full of questions.

The style is as usual, levis attached to his feet, black and white conversational shoes, t-shirts, gray hoodie, faithful headset in the ears, and a, and the head covered hoodie hat as well as the two hands that he put in the hoodie bag. Not looking in the direction of Kian, just looking straight ahead.

Even with his head covered in a hoodie hat does not make Kian not recognize him at all. Long time no answer, Kian thought he did not listen to himself because of the inherent haedset, until Kian waved in front of him, to resuscitate him. But the hand was even held by the mpu. He gasped and immediately pulled his hand. But Devan wouldn't let that happen. Until he held the tiny hand in his hand.

Then he turned to Kian, "Lo himself what is here? Your hands are cold like this." Such a cold tone of voice with a sad look.

He pulled his hand and with the help of the mpu, the grip was released. Make Kian hold tightly to the bench stop, and again throw a view towards the still crowded street. Although he had also felt a piercing coldness all over his body, it did not make him change position in the slightest.

"You people ask questions answered not asked back. Because people need answers not questions." Say it relax.

"Gue also needed an answer to my question earlier. Please answer. Why are your shoes so wet and cold? Rain can make you sick later!"

"Lo is so chatty about Van! I love the rain." He smiled as he looked up at the sky so thick, "With you being in the rain you will feel the time spinning and the memories will return. The atmosphere of rain is different, making cool and calm. The sound of rain is also sweet."

"It is rain that can bring disease. In addition to fever, you are also taken to an annoying past. They are only in the past, and you will not meet them in the present or the future. The past always takes pleasure that turns into memories!"

"Lo wrong Van. Why memories and rain cannot be separated. Memories don't suck at all. You can't make up for the past. You're too scared to accept it all. Sometimes memories are painful but they can also be fun. Painful doesn't mean he's Van's bad, only you have to learn from that hurtful thing." Further.

"Memories are not wrong, destiny is not wrong. But all of this happened because of destiny. You know that there is nothing eternal. So loss is commonplace, in every encounter there must be separation." Said Kian who paused, "So, you don't have to hate Van's past. Make it mean you're not throwing it away." We say Kian who seems to know what Devan is thinking at this time. The little he knew how the memories were, he also felt that the memories Devan had were also very painful even though not as painful as he was. But that's not the point, not for the fight of fate but their way of making up with memories that are quite heartbreaking.

"But unfortunately I can't make up with it until now."

"Well, I'm sure." Said Kian filled with confidence and a smile, looking at Devan who was still focused with his straight gaze.

"Help me with that." His words turned towards Kian with eyes that were difficult to interpret. He gasped at it, as if he could not believe what he was hearing. The two beads of eyes were now meeting each other, as if to describe what they were feeling right now.

Yes, how can it happen while Devan is a child who is famous for his mystery, who does not want his personal things to be followed. Now ask him to connect it with the past. Trying to help him shake the hand of the past.

With a smile on Kian's lips, he nodded, agreeing and willing to help Devan with it.

He also did not know why he wanted to do it, if remembered again how Devan's nature towards him that always made himself upset half to death. But easily, today, at this moment, he nodded, agreeing with what Devan asked.

Zhup

"Pake it. Tomorrow if I meet you, you have to bring a double jacket." Devan threw the hoodie at Kian with a small smile, and told Kian to put it on.

Kian looked at Devan for a while and then put the oversized hoodie on his body. This is how many times Devan has lent him the hoodie he wears. He has been a motorcycle taxi driver until now. It never even bothered that the story would be like this with Devan, making him smile a little.

Without further ado Devan immediately put his headset next to Kian's ear, after he put on the hoodie. The song, titled Best friend by Jason Chen, now rotates with the merdunya in their ears.

Because the long limitations of the headset were inadequate to make them both sit next to each other without any distance. The shoulders meet the shoulders, knees are next to each other, and hug each other's hands because of the cold.

"Ki." Call him in a soft tone, making Kian turn his head, "You have a problem don't hesitate to say me."

"Why?" Tanya Kian frowned

"Because we're partners now."

"Hmm. yeah." It was a little amused to hear that sentence from Devan. How not, the sentence was usually thrown at women to women when they first became friends, but now? It was even said by Devan. The notobane man is cold and sharp-eyed.

"Eh.. Van, you haven't answered my question."

"Which one?"

"That was... Why are you here?" A little annoyed, because you have to repeat the sentence.

"Oh, intentionally. Let's not be alone." Makes Kian blush, but a second later... "I think I saw him as a madman. Sit here alone." His ejek, which certainly changed the hue to be really upset at him.

"Haha..." Her laughter broke

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