Rinai Longs from the Sky

Because Every Heart Has Its Own Qibla

The religious man had an elegant way of upholding his religious teachings.

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After being blocked by a red light for about a minute in the BTP junction, Bian returned to the gas tank so that it quickly arrived at the Power RSUD. From home his smile was imprinted perfectly. In fact, he was preparing to sleep when suddenly Rana called him. This is the first time Rana has asked for help. This must have sounded exaggerated, but Bian had never felt this much.

"You, what, wait here?" bian asked half a scream while pulling his car over. She wasn't sure, the girl standing on the sidewalk in front of the hospital was really Rana.

Rana rushed to Bara's car. Boro-boro answered Bian's question, he went straight in before being completely welcome.

"Are you okay?" Bian cringing. Rana looks different tonight.

Rana just shook her head.

"Why not wait inside?" Bian repeated his question in a different sentence.

"Let's spit, sir. It's late."

Bian was sure, Rana was hiding something. Never before had the girl spoken to him with an indistinct stare.

"Where are the conditions?" Bian re-opened the chat after the car drove slowly.

Rana did not answer. More precisely less listening to Bian's speech. He was busy observing what was on the side of the road, while trying to brush off the pain that bent his throat earlier.

"Rone ...."

Rana gasps. "Eh, Bara, huh? B-well, sir." He glanced back, then threw his eyes out there. Banging on the buildings of shops, billboards, street lights, also the shadow of Bara was laughing with Dira earlier.

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After finding Bara began to like other real girls, not only about Luna who only lives in her imagination, Rana should be happy. Isn't that what he's been doing as a friend? Actuallyno. Rana didn't even expect this mess to happen. Earlier, he even let Bian drive without mentioning the destination first. Fortunately the road to Ranti's house had not passed when Bian decided to ask very carefully. Besides needing a friend tonight, Rana can't possibly sleep at her boarding house. There must have been some work on this - it was after the fire yesterday. The conditions are not conducive.

They have arrived at Ranti's house in the Antang area. The area is notoriously prone to criminal acts. Bian came down, intending to wait until Rana actually entered. Before arriving, Rana had called Ranti, but was not picked up. He'll just call her again. Seeing that the middle room lamp of the house had been extinguished, Rana undoes her intention to knock on the door.

"Thank you, sir. Sorry for being so annoying this late."

"Ah, no, really."

"So you're going to sleep, right?"

Bian hurriedly shook his head. "I'm still working ...." Realizing, the white man looked down at the pajamas attached to his body. "Too at home I'm more comfortable wearing pajamas, anyway," he explained without being asked. He looked back at Rana with a grin ala-ala abege salting in front of the scourge.

"Tomorrow to go straight in?" Bian made a sound again, after about ten heartbeats he just fell silent looking at the end of his sandal. Though in his head, the sentence to ask for Rana's answer swirled from earlier. Honey, Bian's still too stiff to voice it.

"Come in, sir."

"I mean, if you're not ready to rest yet."

"I'm okay, sir. God willing, ready. We haven't found a replacement for Helen yet, have we? Must be a little bit of a slack."

"Well, about Helen's replacement, I've passed the information on to our customers. Who knows if they have family or friends who need a job. Hopefully soon there will be applicants coming."

"Hopefully, sir."

"I'll call Ranti first, yes, sir."

Bian.

This time Rana's phone was picked up.

"Hello, Ran," greeted Ranti with a typical voice of people who are not yet fully aware.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, nih, disturb the nights like this. I'm in front of your house."

"Huh?" Ranti jerks. He got up and got out of bed. "OKAY. Wait a minute, yeah."

Rana turned off her phone and looked back at Bian. "The new change will open the door," he explained, as if he understood very well the meaning of Bian's mimic with both eyebrows half raised.

A few seconds later the main door of the beige-patched house creaked open. Ranti appears while tidying up her hair. "Good, Rana." He rushed closer. "Sir." Ranti ducked towards Bian upon arrival in front of them.

"You're all there, deh. Yes, of course it can." Ranti embraced the waist of her co-worker. Actually Ranti is still wondering why Rana suddenly asked for a ride this late. But he chose not to ask in front of their boss. In the room they can talk freely.

"Yes, you better get in now. I'm saying goodbye."

"Again thanks, sir."

Bian widens 'sama-sama' smile'.

***

Nek Tira had already closed his stall about an hour ago. He just finished listing the items whose stock began to decrease, when the sound of Dira motorbike was heard from the direction of the garage. The petite woman with mostly gray hair quickly exited through the back door, turning right to meet Dira in the living room. Kiosks that provide daily necessities that are indeed integrated with the house. Formerly guest room.

"Cock, just got home? Is there another fire?" Dira has memorized the death of the look of anxiety that emanates from his grandmother's face every time he comes home this late. Dira understood, his grandmother did not really like the profession, which he said was too close to danger.

"No, no, Grandma. There were only activities outside, kept coming home to visit friends in the hospital."

"Who's your friend in the hospital?" Nek Tira is like this, should know anyone who is friends with his grandson.

Dira seemed to think for a moment before answering. He is not sure his relationship with Bara can already be called friendship. "Newly familiar, anyway, Grandma."

"Torck?" Instead of asking, one word from Nek Tira just now was more hopeful. Hope this granddaughter's new friend is a guy.

Dira nodded lightly.

"Goddessa ...."

"What, anyway, Grandma?" Dira continued the steps that had been stopped as early as the door, instead of avoiding topics that could have been guessed would lead to where.

"Don't be too late in the work. Remember, you're at the ideal age to get married." Nek Tira followed Dira.

Dira just chuckles softly.

"Grandma won't calm down until you find your soul mate."

Dira turned to face her grandmother before entering her room. "Dira's young, Grandma, I haven't thought of getting married. If it's a matter of a mate, God willing will come at the right time."

If Dira had thrown that powerful sentence, Nek Tira could no longer dwell.

"Yes, Dira went into the room first, yeah." Dira kissed his grandmother's cheeks, a simple thing that was able to warm the chest of the woman who had been widowed for about six years.

Inside the room, Dira immediately dropped herself on the bed. Not once did Grandma mention the companion of life. And then Dira will think like now. He sighed softly, failing to prevent his memory from returning to that time, when the center of his world was still around him, he could still monitor, even though he was never really able to reach.

Malik ....

Even just pronouncing his name in the heart, able to make both corners of Dira's lips shifted slowly to form an arch.

Dira took out the phone from her jeans pocket. He logged into Instagram and logged into Malik's account. There are no pictures of myself on that account. The post is only a cut of the corners of the city where it is now located, accompanied by a caption that always manages to cool the heart. Although not going to find his girlfriend's face on the account, Dira remained at home for a long time, clicking one by one of his posts without daring to affix likes. For Dira, it was enough to feel that the man was fine in the distance.

Feeling enough, Dira turned to the gallery and quickly scrolled to find the only photo of herself with Malik. The photo was taken when they accidentally met at a painting exhibition. Although he had paid thousands of attention to the photo, Dira was always impressed by Malik's attitude to keep a distance with him without seeming arrogant. The religious man had an elegant way of upholding his religious teachings.

The first time Dira saw Malik, when the man held a socialization in order to promote his campus in Dira school. Though at that time Malik only said greetings, then thrust the leaflet with a friendly smile. Dira who incidentally tomboy, funny with love talk, is quite difficult to conquer with the charm of men, especially those he just met. But at that time, the sweet curvature on Malik's lips, as well as the shady radiance of a pair of brown irises made Dira sculpt some jokes. At that time Dira had not realized that she had fallen in love at first sight. All he knew, he wanted to linger enjoying Malik's smile, while trying to normalize his heartbeat as if to knock out his ribs.

Despite rejecting himself having fallen in love at first sight, Dira day by day is increasingly interested in gathering information about Malik. Dira did not take long to conclude, Malik is a religious figure. His personality is very different from most of the creatures that exist around Dira. Dira's admiration thickened after knowing that Malik had won the national MTQ.

Getting to know Malik makes Dira dare not expect much. Malik is different from most men, the concept of dating does not exist in the dictionary of his life. Therefore, Dira only had a handful of memories with the straight-haired man. Most of it might be some sort of accidental meeting on Malik's side, but it was actually arranged in such a way by Dira. Dira struggled desperately to emit a signal of his feelings, despite knowing that Malik was unlikely to respond as he expected.

Malik flew to Egypt to resume his S2 before a similar fire of a small apocalypse in Dira's life occurred. In other words, Malik did not know Dira had left Bandung. Malik the main reason Dira never refused the invitation of Nek Tira to stay in Makassar. He wanted to wait for the return of the man, rather waiting for his readiness to determine a life partner. But then Dira realized, if it is a mate, Malik will definitely find it.

The last time they communicated was when Malik reported that he had been accepted into Egypt's most prestigious university. Yes, despite craving Malik, Dira thinks twice to tinker with chat-chat is not important. He was afraid to be considered a bully and make the man become ilfeel. At that time they were still using BBM, while now people are flocking away from the application. Dira lost contact with Malik.

Dira has decided, he will not get married before getting news of Malik's marriage first. As long as the man had not made a choice, he still had a reason to wait.

Dira let out a long sigh, trying to escape from the gray memory of Malik. He tapped on the back icon, exiting the folder that housed Malik's photos. Then he switched to a photo of Bara that he took accidentally. The initial intention was only to take pictures of Kevin who looked as if he was fed ice cream by Bara, but the face of the bribe was caught on camera. Dira was only unconscious, now there was a man other than Malik who was able to make him smile himself.

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