Rinai Longs from the Sky
Nightmare
"So many interesting things in this world that can be enjoyed for free, this young man's smile is one of them."
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The fire crept quickly, licking whatever was in front of him. Its flames are like the fury of a demon that manages to destroy one's faith. It didn't take long, the triplex-walled tree house was already in the mash of the red whiz. Nahas, a little girl is trapped inside. He roared, then slowly his voice disappeared as the fire began to spread to his heart.
"NOOOO!" Screaming filled a boarding unit in the BTP area, teasing quiet at one in the morning. Followed by the sound of the reflection of the bell which then broke and scattered on the floor.
When he shouted earlier, Bara jolted from his sleep, lifted from a nightmare that later too often overflowing his sleep. His hand nudged the glass containing half the white water that had been located in the corner of the table. At a glance he looked down, staring at the position of the fall of the glass earlier. Later, just clean the shard and puddle of water, because the breathing pattern is not normal.
The slightly tanned straight-haired young man turned his gaze towards the wall clock attached to the right side of his room. He rubbed his face, calming himself from the dream that made his heartbeat craze. Even his chest was still rising and falling rapidly, the explosion inside was not over yet. He straightened his legs and closed his back. His neck was loosened until his head drooped and landed on the top of the backrest of the white plastic chair he was sitting on. His gaze permeated the ceiling of the room, breaking through the dull painted ceiling.
Tok tok ....
Someone out there knocked slowly on the door of his unit, making Bara aware of the daydream, as well as the nightmare, which was quietly re-twisted in his head.
Bara let out a long breath, then quickly opened the door. He found Rana standing in the doorway. The girl was wearing a mukena. Looks like he just finished praying tahajud, a night worship that he never left.
"You're having nightmares again?" ask Rana. Anxiety poured down his gaze.
Bara nodded slowly.
"For surely due to sleep. You don't read a prayer before you go to sleep, do you?"
Bara just smiled obliquely, a typical smile that contained justification, guilt, and little intention to change.
Rana shook her head faintly. Then he tilted his head. From behind Bara's back, he scanned something inside. Sure enough, the beloved laptop of his unit's neighbor is still in open condition on the table.
"Gosh, are you writing you to sleep again?" ask Rana who is more pitched guess.
Again, Bara just smiled obliquely, then back to the seat. "Time's getting tight, Ran. I have to go to that race. I was very curious to test my skills there. If not now, it would mean two more years. Two years is long, you know."
"God loves His hardworking servant, willing to strive earnestly to realize his dream. But not to be forced like this. If you're sick, how?"
Long Bara heard Rana's babble exactly like his mother's babble in the village. I don't know since when the owner of the lashes felt he had the right to take care of Bara's life, meddling in anything that the man did. But Bara never once was disturbed. He was even happy. More precisely, Bara felt helped by Rana's presence. Rana was even more punctual than the alarm to wake Bara up when the young man had a morning lecture. Rana memory is more powerful than digital memos to remind important things to Bara. In some cases, Rana does not mind when Bara drips her clothes to iron, arguing she is in a hurry and must immediately take a shower. She also shared food often. But more importantly, Rana is a good listener, and always there for Bara. It may sound excessive, but that's how Rana is in Bara's life.
Rana intended to return to her unit, when her eyes were fixed on the shards of shard that were still left scattered on the floor.
"Geez!" Rana slid in. "Why is this even being abandoned?" He immediately grabbed a broom and a pengki that was lying in the corner of the room. "If you get into danger foot, loh. Can be injured, infected, long-term amputated." Shutter deftly clean the shard, then throw it into the trash.
If it was like that, Bara could only shake his head faintly while smiling amusedly. He is used to facing the worries of Rana who likes to over. But then again, I like it.
"Luna came again" said Bara suddenly.
"Don't it always come?" reply Rana with the position still turned back to Bara.
"More often these days."
Rana just took a long breath.
"Is it because he doesn't agree that I'm writing about him?" Bara straightened her back, her gaze turning to the laptop on the table. He pressed the power button. The monitor that lights up then displays a fragment of the draft novel that he left sleeping earlier. In the script that he plans to participate in the prestigious national level bi-annual novel competition, he does tell a story about Luna, a little girl from his past.
For Bara, writing a story about Luna is an attempt to challenge yourself. This time he tried to get out of his comfort zone, writing a story that was somewhat deviated from the genre of romance he had been in so far. It tells the story of friendship from the perspective of an eight-year-old, as well as the attempt at accepting the destiny of a young man who finds his life a way in place.
"You should know better." The shutter rests on the door frame, responding to the potluck.
"Hopefully Luna doesn't mind. I want to present the story of our friendship to the world, the excitement that only ever belonged to the two of us." That fast the spirit of Bara re-assembled. His smile broadened so wide.
"Even when the blue turns away from the sky, we can still make the day special. With our laughter, and something that no one in this world has. It's just ours!" So Bara read out a paragraph in her laptop monitor in a loud voice. "Cool, right?" tanyanya.
Rana only nodded with a weak smile as Bara turned her head towards her. Yes, nothing about Luna is indeed very interesting from Bara's point of view. The story of the little girl seemed never to end at Bara's head. It was even growing by the day, as if they still met and played as often as they used to. The universe of Bara's life seemed to be filled with the little girl.
Honestly, Rana is envious, and sometimes tired of pretending to be happy. But the discordant feeling soon disappeared, when Rana realized one thing, if Luna was the only person who could make Bara happy, then Bara was the only person who could make her happy. I don't know what happiness is like. Clearly, Rana was happy to see Bara happy. Although Bara's happiness is pseudo, because it only departs from the past, from someone who has long gone.
Rana again weakly smiled to pay attention to Bara's expression when rereading the sentence per sentence he had written, the small bridges that brought him back to that time, his world with Luna. Look, Bara seemed to forget there was still a Rana there. Rana is used to Bara who seems to have a dual personality when he meets the past about Luna. Super gokil embers, bebel, crazy rada, can suddenly calm down when remembering the girl from his childhood. I don't know when Rana was happy just by being around the guy. He so often mentioned his name at the end of the prostration, making it the pollen that would fertilize the pistil on the tree of his hope.
Speaking of Bara, Rana knew him since the man suddenly knocked on his unit door around tenpm that time, only to borrow an iron. He said tomorrow the first day of OSEK, and he will be punished if the white shirt is tangled. In addition, the iron is left behind in the village, and he has not had time to buy. Of course Rana didn't mind lending it. Even sprayed with lubricant as well. And for more than three years, Bara felt there was never time to buy an iron. He was already comfortable sharing the iron with Rana, one of the reasons why he pestered a girl who looked more mature than his age at all times. Maybe because every time he came to borrow an iron, he could all help snack from Rana's room.
"Yes, I went back to my room, yeah. You better sleep now. It'll be morning college, right?"
"Mother Fairy is also on the morning shift, right?" She even asked back.
Rana nodded.
"Sip. Go out together, yeah." Bara raised his eyebrows while smiling funny, an expression that always resuscitated Rana, so many interesting things in this world that can be enjoyed for free. The smile of this young man was one of them.
Rana nodded again before passing by while pulling the door.
Fairy Godmother ....
Rana smiled amusedly as she stepped into her unit. Rana remembers very well, when Bara first called her "Mother of the Elves". That morning, when Bara returned the iron. Bara said, Rana was like a fairy godmother who had saved her at the time of the stroke. His behavior successfully entertained morning Rana. Starting from the joke, then the magic call was even attached. Rana didn't mind it at all. He even considered the call as an affirmation of his closeness to Bara. Although in certain moments the call will resuscitate what his position on the side of Bara, limited to helpers. But again, as long as Bara is happy, happy, he is the same.
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