Just a little break

Hating the Rain

That night, the sky was dark, covered in cloudy clouds almost in every hunter. Not a single speck of moonlight hung to illuminate. The wind blew very loudly with cold piercing to the bone, interspersed with thunderous lightning strikes startling.

A few minutes later came the blessed water from the sky. Sometimes this is not liked by some people. It is considered to interfere with their activities. But not with these two young couples.

Look at their beautiful smiles in the rain. They are awaiting the birth of their first child. The handsome man was mighty, steadfastly accompanying in the process of birth.

While the beautiful woman is beautiful, although it looks in a bad condition. But keep putting on a face as if everything will be fine. She'll be safe and the baby's healthy. Then the three of them will live in peace, peace and peace.

Very difficult birth process. The woman had a very heavy bleeding. But the team of doctors try as much as possible to complete the birth process well.

Not long after that, a beautiful baby girl was born. Although with a cry that sounds a little different from the baby in general. I don't know if it's just the experts who know.

Finally, the man is now officially a father. He looks very happy. With a somewhat hasty demeanor, he instantly chanted the sound of the adhan in their daughter's ears, albeit somewhat stammeringly. Because mixed with happy crying.

Then, the baby was immediately given to the nurse to be taken care of. Because the man had to rush to meet the woman who was lying weak after giving birth. See if the woman can no longer be helped.

A few minutes later, due to severe bleeding, he breathed in to the Creator. With the remnants of his strength, he said, “Please take care of the child kii.. ta,” pinta the woman weakly before closing her eyes for good.

That night. In the middle of the rain. Not long after birth. The little girl became an orphan.

Four years later. In a house located far from the hustle and bustle of the big city. In a simple house and beautiful blue sky, located on a small green hill. The atmosphere is very crowded with many people, but seems lonely without any soul happiness.

Filled with people in black clothes passing by. Families who came and friends and some people who were known were present to see the good figure for the last time.

Now, the mighty handsome man has died. Following the death of the woman four years ago. The illness he had suffered for these two years had defeated him. The task entrusted by his wife, has not been completed all he perfected.

His four-year-old son doesn't really understand what happened to his father. Because in front of his son, he was always cheerful and happy. His son did not understand that today he was officially an orphan.

Wearing her mother's red scarf. He just sat pensively on a wooden swing made by his father. Hugging a pink teddy bear. The doll was given by her mother, who was deliberately bought before she was born.

They entered with crying and left the house with crying. “*What are these people doing*?” ask in the heart.

Then, he returned only speechless again. Staring dimly with their own eyes at everyone who comes and goes home. Shake hands, hug each other. There are some that strengthen each other. Put money into a large container over which is covered by a shawl.

Seeing those people sitting reverently staring at his father who was asleep on the long cot. There are some who chant holy verses or some do’a and shalawat. Really, even though the little girl didn't quite understand what was happening.

But slowly tears dripped down her adorable white cheeks. Form two clear thin trenches that flow gently. Restrained for a moment on the chin, rounded. Then the falling shoot down the earth, which makes the clear sky slowly become dark covered by cloud over instantly.

Two years later. The little girl is now six years old. She grew up to be a very beautiful girl. His skin was white, his hair was long straight and somewhat blond, his eyebrows thick. His eyes were round, his lips thin, his cheeks reddish. And see if he smiles. God, her dimples are so sweet.

But behind all that beauty he is different from friends his age. When friends his age play and chat with each other and with their parents. Play, run, dance and scream at will.

He could only stare from a distance. In silence and solitude. Sitting pensively in the midst of his lack of understanding of life. Aini, the little girl's name. Precisely with a smart mind in the heart ask where are his parents? why was he left alone? did they go back?

Without mom and dad when she opens her eyes in the morning. It felt like he was screaming to call and look for his parents, but what the slightest power of sound. Nothing will come out of his throat.

Since childhood he has been declared mute by doctors. All his age friends stay away from him, and when they want to get attention from the figure of parents. He didn't find it either. What a pity Aini's fate is small.

Almost every day he just pensively sitting on a wooden swing made by his father. Hugging a pink teddy bear given by her mother. Not infrequently tears fell dripping on his chubby and reddish cheeks.

Ahh. Perhaps there are also many tears that trickle down the earth. Tears that make the sky as if sad and crying watching it. Watching little Aini cry while berTO’a looking for the face of God to be reunited with her parents.

In this rain, where the doors of heaven are open. Little Aini wants to ask you directly, without intermediaries. Only with innocence and solitude. He lifted his head towards the sky. Put down her doll for a moment, and put her hands together. Ask for Your mercy, O Lord.

I wish there were a scratch or a painting of his parents in the sky. For a moment, he only wanted to see his parents smile at him for a moment. Yeah, really. Just a little bit.

While asking innocently, “When will I gather with you guys? want me to fly to the sky, Lord to meet you there, but my wings are still too small.”

That's what Aini does when in loneliness, as well as in rain. Aini hates the rain.