Return of Romantic Artists

Yellowish

Under the twilight. My fingers scoured the folds of paper scented with citrus perfume. Signed for me.

To you I consider a lover.

Rain is pouring down the city.

In the middle of the busy office, my eyes looked at the universe more and more subam from behind the building ventilation. I thought runyam as the sound of rain vaguely echoed in my ears. All I think about is you. Admirers of yellow.

Stopped for a second. I looked up at the sky that was holding me. The phenomenon of sun drowning. Change the appearance of blue sky to yellow orange – True, I am an admirer of yellow. I always wanted to see yellow. Anywhere, any time. Then I became a rain-splitter. Yellow is hard to find in the rain. My breath was light, by the window, back on the citrus-scented sheet.

My mind suddenly looms over you. Like yellow, I only focus on past events that warm.early I understand yellow, early I was happy by it, early I lost it. I wish you a quick return from your affairs, for here I miss.

Greetings, greetings,

Solar

The reason why I rate you sincerely, is because you are one of my favorites, Surya. Up there, the sky has revealed its true color. Star and moonlight. Just like you, I looked up at the sky and then back in time.

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Surya is a partner of the highly popular OSIS organization. We were three years together. Originally, I only wanted to be considered a partner by her; helping all her tasks, overcoming difficulties together. But, the longer, the sense of wanting to be considered a peer slowly faded. I know, at that time members had promised that, fellow members of OSIS should not have feelings for each other. That deal, it took me quite a beating, because I, slowly started to like Surya.

His treatment of me was different from the treatment of others. You are like the perfect figure that God has made for me. A figure who can dismiss the saying, “no creature is perfect.” A figure that will be a source of warmth for me, a figure that will illuminate my darkness, like the shaft that is the reason for me to rotate.

It looks like a destiny. How many times have you been in a relationship with not me. Your relationship didn't last long. I know you're a good person, you won't ruin your own relationship. I also know that you actually like to cry silently. I'm sorry, I just saw nothing. Because I, I don't feel worthy.

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I also remember that day, the day we went together, to document the school's man-made mangrove forest. It was just you and me. Back from school full of sweat, we go straight away. We don't pay attention to each other's appearance – Alright, if that's you. But, me? with super thick minus glasses, the face is full of inflamed pimples, tangled hair. Ah, am I worthy of being called a High School student?

From the beginning, we kept talking about important things. The thing about OSIS of course. I know this is a mission. But, can't we joke around with each other/kidding once in a while? Or just enjoy the view of the mangrove forest?

“You're weird, yeah. Your name is Surya, but you're an admirer of rain.” I said looking up at the sky.

“You too, your name is Rayn, but an admirer of dusk.” You laughed.

Our statements complement each other.

We laughed together, under the little hut of the mangrove forest when it rained. We're talking to each other, whether you or I open the conversation, it's going to last a long time.

Over time, the rain subsides leaving a drizzle. The sky turned slightly yellow, and the air was clean and cool. My gaze kept on the wet sunflowers in a small garden full of flowers. Then Surya walked out of the cottage and approached the park. I'm catching. He looked down at the sunflower, then plucked it.

“What are you doing?” I'm upset. Without a sound, the flower was given to me. I'm rattled.

“You like yellow, don't you? this is one of the yellow flowers in this forest, you see, she is also.” You point to the sky that is spread orange and yellow. My eyes dimmed, admiring.

“And I, Surya, am a part of them. You, like me?” you keep making me stunned. I suddenly froze, my breathing paused for a moment.

You smile, “No, certainly not now, but later if our business with OSIS is over.” You said you were holding my shoulder. I'm still frozen.

“Rayn, I like you.” My heart was pounding more and more, my cheeks were burning, my palms were sweating. Wholeheartedly, I ventured to ask since when. You're one step closer to me. Put your face near my ear, then whisper.

“A long time ago.” Then you look at me. Showing a grin, continued to put both hands behind the head, then left me who was still frozen grasping the sunflower of your gift.

“Come, Rayn. We go home,” you say stop waiting for me. My body is bluffing to move after you. Walk by your side. Staring at your face.

Your hand turns to hold my hand tightly. Walk in the middle of the atmosphere of twilight and drizzle, set in a forest of mangrove trees and beach sand.

“Remember, Rayn. This taste is as much as I can hide it. Arrive when the OSIS appointment has lost its validity later. That's when the time came. You can accept or even reject me. Let this expression be a secret. Just us, twilight, drizzle and mangrove tree forest.”

Your letter takes me to the past too far, Surya. Your letter reminds me how lucky I am to be liked by you. Make me hear every secret event of our taste at that time. Thank you, Surya. Thank you for being the source of my color.