Rinai Longs from the Sky

Grief News

I don't know what the mindset of people who always think that love is easy. Because anything related to something invisible is actually more complicated than all types of calculation formulas on the face of the earth.

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This morning opened with a lot of confusion. One thing that Bian was grateful for, Rana's attitude towards him had not changed. Although it is a bit stiff. That's perfectly natural. As the minutes rolled, the awkwardness slowly dissolved into the bustle. Then quietly Bian asked in his heart, what will happen next? After successfully passing through the most crucial phase, is it just a matter of waiting in silence? Or openly asking for answers? Or even let time evaporate it without a trace? Bian really does not understand how their mindset that always says love is easy.

***

Rana always tries to be professional in her work. Therefore, he does not just take calls at work hours. But as her mother's call rattled her phone for a second time, Rana immediately asked Bian for permission to pick her up.

Once allowed, Rana ran back and forth while answering her mother's phone, before her waiting time ran out. Rana who had arrived in front of the break room suddenly limped when she heard her mother's cries. Something must be wrong, he thought. Then his chest was like being hit by a hammer when he heard the news of grief that came out along with the roar of his mother's cries. Shagging shutter. He almost fell if only his left hand was not firmly supported on the wall. Now Rana's tears have also flooded.

"Rana's going home, ma'am," she said with great difficulty, then turned off the phone.

Rana who felt weak let her body slump to the floor. He tried to stop her crying before anyone could see. He did not want to disturb the work atmosphere. But late. Bian, who went in to fill his spray bottle with a special anti-bacterial liquid, had seen it.

"What's wrong with you, Ra?" Bian immediately squatted down beside Rana.

"My brother died, sir." Rana's shoulders were shaken back violently.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un ..," hissed Bara, then stunned.

"Can I go home now, sir?" Rana shrunk her tears.

"Oh, sure!" bian answered as fast as lightning. "You're going home?" coined.

Rana nodded.

"I'm taking you, yeah."

"No, Bone is far away, sir."

"Yes, know. Because it's that far away, I'd better be anterin. You're gonna want to be here soon, right?"

Rana does want to arrive at home soon to share her grief with her mother. But it feels very burdensome if he has to accept Bian's offer.

"If you ride a rental car use wait again, loh. No one wants to leave at this hour."

Bian's right.

"You want to get Bara?" Bian.

Rana shakes. Even though you think so, but you should not. In addition to busy working on writing, Bara had to go to college.

"Yes, it means the same to me." Bian standing. "Take your bag, and I'll take you to the cost first to pack. From your boarding house we go to my house for a while, I have to say goodbye to mom, all of you take a change of clothes." After saying so, without having to wait for Rana's approval, Bian entered his room. He had to make sure of a few things before leaving the store.

***

Six hours is not a short time to travel. And it will feel longer because Rana passed it with Bian, the boss who had openly admitted the special feeling in his heart. Plus the grief that was wrapping his heart. Suddenly Rana felt guilty for not taking the time to go home to see her sister. Ah, no use of regret. Rana just wanted to get home soon.

Every now and then Bian glanced at Rana who was constantly shedding tears. His heart was so sad to see that. But Bian couldn't do anything. Tears are natural for someone who is losing.

Rana's family home is in Bajoe Village, next to the sea. The atmosphere along the embankment passed by Bian's car looks very comfortable to relax just to enjoy the sea breeze. But of course not now.

The tiny house was crowded with mourners. Some people form small groups in front of the house. The four fathers seemed busy preparing the coffins.

As soon as Bian's car stopped, Rana went straight down. Although in a hurry, Rana took the time to greet the relatives and neighbors who happened to see his arrival.

Upon arrival in the middle room where her sister's body was exposed, first Rana immediately anchored herself in the arms of Sakka, her mother. Their cries instantly disdain. Rana's other two sisters join together, embrace each other, share power. Rana revealed the cloth covering her sister's body at the top. He stroked both of his cheeks, then kissed his forehead. Rana was really unable to pull away from the puddle of guilt. He should have gone home when he got word his sister was in the hospital. Sakka painstakingly stroked Rana's back, trying to assuage any rumbling that was taking hold of her eldest daughter.

Bian stopped by the terrace, joined by the fathers who dissolved in various chatter. Bian greeted them one by one, introducing himself as his friend Rana. After that, Bian was more silent, because the fathers around him were seriously chatting in Bugis language. Bian doesn't understand.

The funeral took place at about five in the afternoon. Bian took the drop. Rana, her mother, and her siblings, as well as three relatives, were in her car. Once again Rana looked very hit. This has indeed become the provisions of the Almighty, but there is still guilt that inhabits the niche of Rana's heart. As a brother as well as the backbone of the family, at least he can seek better treatment.

"Yes, you must still be tired, right? Driving alone nights is less safe. Not what, afraid you sleepy because there are no friends talking." Rana added. The rest of the tears were still on the girl's cheeks.

"Well, ma'am," said Bian, then nodded as well while smiling at Rana. Driving alone at night is certainly not a problem for Bian, but he does intend to stay until tomorrow. He wanted to accompany Rana through this.

***

At night, the chanting of the holy verses of the Quran filled the funeral home. Creeper to the corners of the village. Bian participated in teaching with religious leaders and some mosque teenagers who came since the magrib. While Rana and some of her female cousins are busy inside, preparing food and drinks at their convenience.

The recitation for the evening lasted until nine o'clock, but some stayed until an hour later. Bian was aloof on the terrace, staring out into the perfectly dark sea. Only the lights in the harbor became the lights, as well as some small points of light coming from fishing boats.

"Don't you rest?" Rana comes to interrupt Bian's preoccupation with sipping the scent of the sea.

"A little while."

"Later to sleep in the front room, yeah. Let me join my mother and sisters inside."

Bian just nodded. It doesn't matter if you have to sleep on the floor.

"I'm allowed to stay a few more days, yes, sir. I still can't leave Mom."

"Yes, it's okay."

Rana smiled flatly. "I'm going in first, sir, I want to nemenin' Mom."

Bian nodded invitingly, then returned his gaze to its original focus.

Before going inside, Rana stopped by for a while to clean up the front room that Bian will occupy tonight. Usually when he comes home, he sleeps there. While tidying up the sheets, Rana found her phone lying just like that on the side of the pillow. Rana is shocked to see dozens of missed calls from Bara. Jesus, Rana just remembered, she hasn't informed the guy. In WA, Bara's message also came in a row. The man protested because Rana came home not saying anything.

Rana_: Sorry, Bar, I was so upset, I forgot to forget.

Bara_: Called not raised, dichat not responded. I'm worried, you know.

Rana_: There was absolutely no time to hold hp.

Bara_: I was shocked when I got your sister's news from the shop guy. And they also said, you came home with Bian.

Rana_: Again sorry, I completely forgot Ngabarin.

S_: Yes, that's okay. I'm sorry, yes, Ran.

Rana_: Thanks, Bar.

Barr_: When did you come back here?

Rana_: Maybe the day after tomorrow. I'm the same permission as Mr. Bian.

Bara_: If so wait, yes, tomorrow afternoon after college I go there. We're just gonna go home.

Instantly the corners of Rana's lips are attracted to form a thin arch.

Rana_: Bar, I'm sorry, yes. My attitude this morning was not good.

Bara_: Uda, lupain only. I was wrong because I was willing to judge the man who deserves you.

Rana_: See you tomorrow.

Bara replied with an emotion smile. Rana smiled, but did not send emotions. He pocketed his cell phone and continued to tidy up the room.

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