Langinese. Me, You, and a Wound

First rain_02

  "It's crazy, it's crazy!"

Keysa still shouts indistinctly followed by his massage on the forehead, then stops and walks again. He chose a back and a detour after paying for his order. A little bit makes the road feel further, but he wants to think more while walking.

The wind has been blowing harder to blow dry leaves around the road adjacent to the tree.

In August, this season does not seem to need to tell about what will happen. Drought does not have to end in September and rain does not always start in October, come if you want, and go as you please. Keysa himself does not care much, more than he is quite familiar with his city which often can be nicknamed the city of rain.

   “GNI, Bang!" He said right after the angkot ride. How to quickly make sure not stray or miss. The road is a little jammed. Usually Keysa will condemn the state of the tax people are always asked for, but the ends of the road affairs never change. But this time he prefers to activate the HP that has been deliberately turned off, then install the earphon and play the song to be more relaxed. Angkot sometimes stops, receiving passengers who slowly make the seat narrowed.

"Sorry, Neng, just want to naru this mango."

The slightly shabby and curly-haired man had already placed the basket near his feet until the girl was slightly pinched. He grimaced and the man apologized, but strangely did not move a single basket of fruit.

It's angkot, belongs to whoever Keysa is, he's paying. He murmured to himself trying to be patient, although his feelings were increasingly chaotic. He rubbed his face with his palm.

Outside, the sky was already getting full of gray cloudiness. The thunder occasionally started to sound. Keysa hopes that today will not rain, at least it can last until tomorrow.

[Really, Key? Congratulations.]

[Where is Key, successful ndak?]

[Key, where are you?]

Chat from Windy, Milla, and his last cousin Melda. It was clearly visible when his hand accidentally touched the WhatsApp application. This must have been because of the friction of the man who owned the fruit earlier. He typed and replied.

[I'm on my way home, Mel. Want to surprise Mama Papa, thank you, Mel. Don't tell them, yeah.]

Keysa stops right next to GNI. The man who owned the fruit basket apparently also went down accompanied by fat mothers and small children. He jostled and flicked the bag back so as not to make the door more crowded, but strangely I don't know if he suddenly felt something pushing him and he fell followed the man's body, followed by the man's body, the one half came out of the angkot with the position of overlapping his body. The basket fell down, the severity of which hit Keysa's body, the girl screamed.

He tried to get up with the help of some people. Key then tried to pick up the fruit scattered with a ringing and a little groaning. Some were thrown into the road and have been rinsed of vehicle tires.

"All because of you!"

The man with the fruit held back his hand movements quickly. His skin was ripe and slightly blacker with sweat splashing on his temples. Her hair was curly, her eyes were slightly wide and Keysa could see there was a terrifying radiance behind those eyes.

"What do you mean?" Keysa's tone was so high, the man was probably about two years older than him, or it could have been as old as Keysa. But that hard work might make his face older than age.

"I'm sorry, Ak, but I really don't know."

Keysa lowered his volume after sighing. Oh Father, what day is it now, why should only fruit matter make him so emotional? He rubbed his chest and stared flatly, but the man kept staring at him. And just then the drizzle started to come down. Keysa bit her lip, why come down now? It's not good, the rain this time is not his luck!

"Replace!"

His hand pointed at the scattered mango. Angkot has gone and some people have returned to their original places. There's just him and Keysa. The girl snickered, frowned, but eventually chose to give up and take the money then handed it over.

"I don't know what my fault is, but I don't want to fuss over fruit, I'm sorry to rush."

He pulled the man's arm and placed two hundred pieces there. That's more than enough. He ran to the umbrella shop and quickly walked into the alley wearing an umbrella. Keysa protects his body from the rain!

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