Rinai Longs from the Sky

Again, Sad News

Rana has never received any signal in the form of the possibility that Bara will also feel the same. He loves purely one-sidedly. And miraculously, he was quite happy with the status of friends who overshadowed them all this time.

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At seven, Bian was ready to go home. Accompanied by Sakka and Rana, he is enjoying a warm cup of tea and a plate of fried bananas. Bian looked agitated, he tapped on the edge of the table with his index finger. Since last night he had trouble sleeping because he thought about this. He has designed some sentences well enough, to the point that it feels already hanging on the tip of the tongue. If not said, along the way home he will not calm down, or even regret for weeks ahead.

Bian cleared his throat, then again relieved his throat with the contents of the cup in front of him remaining half. Bian straightened his back, then squeezed his fingers while filling his lungs with enough oxygen.

"Mom, I am so sorry again. May Mother, Rana, and all the families left behind be given fortitude." As an opening, the sentence just now was full of caution.

"Thank you, Son Bian. Thanks for taking Rana home, too." Sakka smiled warmly. His eyes are still puffy.

"Mom, I know this is not the right time. But ... I wouldn't calm down if I didn't say it before I got home."

Sakka frowned, especially Rana. They were guessing the direction of the tall white man in front of them.

"I love Rana, Mom." Bian was almost stuck. He hurriedly gulped and tried to regain control.

The deg!

Rana gawked and felt the surrounding air suddenly heating up.

While Sakka, Bian's confession is like a cool breeze, immediately flowed through his heart that was still mourning. Since Bian introduced himself yesterday, Sakka immediately liked the man's appearance. Not bad, even considered it very appropriate to accompany Rana.

"I want Rana to be my life partner."

Rana looked down deep.

"If you don't mind, I'll bring my parents here to apply for Rana according to the prevailing custom."

That fast? Rana's feeling is getting less and less clamorous.

"Mom was so happy to hear that. But, everything I've decided to leave it to Rana." Sakka turned to her daughter with a smile.

Rana still could not lift her gaze.

"Where, Ran?" ask Bian carefully.

Rana did not speak.

"Nope ...." Sakka touched Rana's shoulder.

Rana sighed softly, then straightened her head and anchored her gaze on the bead of the man's eyes that was waiting for an answer.

"I don't have to answer now, do I, sir? I need time."

Although somewhat disappointed, in the end Bian smiled without a fuss.

"Alright, then I say goodbye, Ma'am, Ran." Bian got up from his seat. He grabbed Sakka's hand and touched her forehead.

"Be careful!" sakka's Message.

To Rana, Bian only smiled once more. "See you in Makassar" he said.

Rana replied with a stiff smile.

***

After Bian died, Rana tried to keep busy by helping her mother clean up the entire house, also welcoming distant relatives who had just come today. At the same time, Rana is busy in the kitchen preparing snacks for the study later tonight.

The more afternoon, the busyness slowly begins to recede. Rana's mind was again filled by Bian's statement this morning. Rana was sure, Bian really loved her. To this day he still does not know what to decide. Rana knows exactly, her mother really likes Bian. Although not spoken, the 54-year-old woman certainly hopes Rana reciprocates Bian's feelings.

Suddenly Rana remembered Bara. The man promised to catch up with him after college. This hour is usually the college Bara is finished. Is he preparing to leave? Or even already gone? Rana went to her mother's room to pick up her cell phone. He wants to contact Bara. Even after there was a man who was clearly serious about loving her, Rana's feelings towards Bara had not shifted in the slightest. But until when should Rana hope at something uncertain? He has never even received any signal in the form of the possibility that Bara will also feel the same. He loves purely one-sidedly. And miraculously, he was quite happy with the status of friends who overshadowed them all this time.

Rana sat on the edge of the bed checking her phone. Ignored half a day, lots of missed calls. But strangely enough, there are some unknown numbers. Rana turned to WA, again finding dozens of missed calls from Bian about an hour ago, as well as a line of messages that instantly made her hand tremble.

Bian_: Kosmu fire early this morning.

Rana immediately remembered Bara. He was very worried about her. Without delay, Rana immediately called Bara. The first connection is not lifted. The second connection is the same. Rana got up from her seat, pacing in front of the bed while holding her head. Rana was getting frustrated. Her tears just seeped in.

Not wanting to give up, Rana tried once more.

"Hello ...." This time it was lifted in the third second. But the female voice, made Rana frown.

"Who is this?"

"I'm Dira. It's Rana, right?"

Rana did not answer. Why is Bara's phone the same as Dira?

"Yes, I remember, really. Where are you again? How, can it be the same Bara?"

"It's again in the hospital."

"Hospital?" peekik Rana's. "Which way?"

"Bara's sleeping again, given the sedative. Sorry, I had to pick up your phone. You must be worried, right?"

"Then ...?" Rana. There were so many questions in his head that seemed to be jostling out demanding an explanation. How's Bara now? Was he hit by fire? Is he hurt?

"Our team arrived at the location after several units were already in the fire circle. The fire that was sourced from the gas explosion moved very quickly. Fortunately, there were no casualties. Only the occupants of the unit where the fire originated suffered minor burns. Your unit wasn't even touched by the fire. While the Bara unit, new fire spread on the ceiling of the terrace and door. Surprisingly, instead of running, he was shuffled in a corner."

"Pyrophobic stones," Rana's timpal. "He didn't even dare to light a match" he added with a trembling voice.

Across there, Dira was bearded as if beginning to understand.

Rana is terrified to imagine Bara's feelings in solitude while the fire licks the door of her unit. Unknowingly Rana's tears hardened. Really, he wants to immediately return to Makassar to ensure the condition of Bara.

"So because of that, he was acting strange? Sometimes it even seems like it's going to rebel."

Yeah, God. Rana really wants to be on the Bara side at the moment.

"But you are calm. The doctor said he was in shock. I hope when he wakes up he won't be scared anymore."

"If he wakes up, please tell him I'm coming soon."

"Good."

"Thank you, Dir. Assalamualaikum." Rana hung up the phone after Dira returned her greeting.

***

Awake at isya. He finds Bian by the side of the bed while trying to recognize his place.

"How are you doing, Bro?"

Smiling weakly.

"Rana's on the road. He immediately ordered a car as soon as he knew this news. He asked me to help bring you this." Bian grabbed a box of fried noodles on the nightstand. "Say you like the fried noodles of Mas Paijo across from your kosan." Bian opened the lid. The smell immediately went out. "Wake up, yuk, eat first."

Bara got up slowly, to sit on the edge of the bed with both legs dangling. He received a box of fried noodles that Bian offered.

"Do you want me to take a bribe?" Bian deliberately provoked a Bara laugh. His face is too tangled.

"There-there's a thing." Bara chuckled lightly.

While chewing the first bribe, Bara remembered the cost.

"So the cost's ruined, is that it?"

"I haven't been there yet. But he said some units are indeed ludes. Lucky, your unit just got grabbed by the front. While Rana's unit wasn't even touched by the fire at all."

I was so relieved to hear it. He lost his laptop and all the writing projects in it.

"You'd better move out of there. The manager must also need some time to rebuild it."

Bara does think so. But finding a cost that is comfortable, cheap, and safe is easy.

"Let's help me findin. I joined the Makassar Young Entrepreneur community, some of its members managing boarding houses. We happen to be pretty familiar."

Bara responded with a smile, then went back to eating his fried noodles.

"Yes, I went back, yeah. There's still business in the store. Rana's job forced me to handle first."

"Thank you, Bro."

"Take your food, then rest again. You have to recover first. You're ugly sitting in a hospital bed like this."

"Basic!" Bara laughs.

Bian patted Bara softly on the shoulder before exiting the ward.

***

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