Rinai Longs from the Sky

Changes That Affect Mood

Ignoring the helping hand behind us and choosing to fend for ourselves is as much a lack of gratitude.

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For the first time Rana was not a work spirit. In addition to still mourning the death of his sister, the shadow of the togetherness of Bara and Dira continues to worsen his condition. Assisted by Ranti, this morning he went to the boarding house to pack his things. He decided to leave that place.

Rana had observed the Bara unit. It seems empty. I don't know when Bara packed his things. Or maybe he asked Riko for help. Rana's heart gripped to see the damage to the unit's door. He believes that the DAMKAR officers broke down the door to get Bara out. Rana could not imagine how scared Bara was then.

Since this morning, a total of nine applicants have come. At Bian's request, Rana was contacting them one by one, being asked to come tomorrow morning for an interview.

"Hey ...." The greeting was heard when Rana was about to call the fifth number. His gaze instantly shifted from the mobile phone screen to the bead of Bara's eyes that was already standing across the cashier's desk.

"Hey." Rana answered flatly, very lame with the usual.

"When did you arrive from Bone?"

"Last night."

"You want to go straight to the hospital." Bara frowning.

"It's too late. Afraid of not getting the same security guard again."

"Are you all right?" Not only the intonation of sound, but all of Rana's movements today feel foreign to Bara.

"I should have asked that."

Momentary silence. Rana intends to continue contacting the next applicant, but her focus has already broken. He kept on entering the wrong number. Actually Bara wants to share happiness, after knowing the status of Dira who is still single. But it looks like the timing is not right.

"I'm so sorry about your sister's passing." The sound is slower than before. "Sorry, because of the disaster, I didn't catch up with you."

Rana smiled flatly, trying to visualize gratitude and proclamation simultaneously.

"Ran, have you called everyone?" Bian was present mediating them.

"Temporary, sir." Rana returned her focus to the applicant data plastered in front of her.

"Hey, Bro. How, is it sane?" Bian deliberately patted a little hard on Bara's shoulder.

Bara responds with a flexing motion of the arm, ostentatiously showing off his meager muscle bulge. Bian chuckled.

"Do you want me to find another cosan? Or at least one location, is that it?"

"No need, sir." Rana hurriedly chimed in. "Near Ranti's house there are costs, I want to be there."

What an unexpected response by Bara. "We won't be together anymore?" It cringes.

"We don't always have to be together, do we?"

Suddenly Bian felt the wrong position. Fortunately there was a customer who suddenly asked him something, so he could immediately move from the chat.

"I got it wrong?" The sound is getting slower. Her childish face was nowhere to be seen this time.

Rana shakes. "Sorry, I'm at work, Bar!"

Bara sighed softly. Today Rana was truly not the fairy godmother she had known all along. What was?

***

Bara put his phone back on the nightstand after ending his brief conversation with Dira. Bara is not good at making small talk. Instead of crunching, he stopped it.

"Well, is that it?" Riko shifted her focus for a moment from the college work she did.

"How do you want?"

"Jeez, you're not very creative!" Riko shifted her position slightly facing the Bara. "Tomorrow Saturday. He must have only served half a day. You're not doing that weekly night?" Because of his anxiety, Riko's speech was full of emphasis. About expression do not ask, he is always more.

Bara nodded faintly, Riko's words processed in his brain. Why doesn't he think about it, huh?

"But, seriously you like that extinguisher?" Riko. The reason, the first time he saw Bara like this. Previously, in his head there were only written and past ideas about Luna.

"Bak-mbak what?!" bara Protest. "It's only two years old."

"The question is, do you really like it?"

Bara nodded.

Bara nodded back. This time with a smile.

Riko pulled her chair closer to the side of the bed. From earlier his interlocutor was indeed while resting on the head of the bed. "Keep, how's Rana?"

Bara frowning. What kind of question is that? "Kok, so Rana?"

"God ...." Riko clucked. "You're the author, but this stuff is too slow to ask for forgiveness." Riko got up from her chair, joined on the bed. "This, yes, friendship between the opposite sex is nothing really pure. Sooner or later, there will be one who is secretly tormented. Because it is undeniable, love can easily grow at a high intensity of meeting."

"Sotoy. The proof, so far I am comfortable, really, the same position as Rana."

"Well, that's the danger." Riko immediately snatched the Bara's talk. "You will only claim to be comfortable, because it is up to the limit of a reasonable sense of a friend."

He was silent with question marks.

"But try to look deeper. It could be that comfort is even a love that finds no room to stand."

Bara raised a little his back which was getting slumped. He looks confused.

"Gini, how long have you known Rana?"

"Three more years."

"Dira?"

"Not enough two weeks."

"What makes you comfortable with Rana?"

He seemed to think for a moment. "Despite the chatty tone, he's a fun-loving conversation partner. In addition, he is also good, understanding, attention, like to help this - it is, good to walk, just exciting."

"If it's the same Dira?"

Bara.

"Because are you sure you really love him?"

The only thing that comes to Bara's mind right now, because he thinks Dira has some resemblance to Luna. But he couldn't have answered that, right?

"Please, Bar, you don't even dare say she's beautiful." Riko chuckled softly. "Try asking here one more time, what he really needs." Riko put the tip of her index finger on Bara's chest.

He dissolved in silence, his mind complicated.

"No other woman can understand you like Rana. It could be that right now he is injured seeing your closeness with Dira. We never know, do we?"

Bara remembered the change in Rana's attitude this afternoon. Is he really hurt? Then, Bara what should it be?

***

"Then, what else makes you hesitate to accept Mr. Bian's proposal?" ranti asked half a shriek, after Rana explained what made her less excited today.

Because in her house there are no more empty rooms, Ranti shares a bed with Rana. Actually Rana is not good to ride more than a day, but finding a new boarding house at a friendly price, safe and comfortable is not easy.

"Come ...." Rana sighed softly.

"When Mr. Bian is the type of ideal husband candidate, youh."

"I knew. But ...."

"Mara?" todong Ranti's.

Rana was silent, which was later interpreted as justification by Ranti.

"What you feel is the same Bara, do not rule out the possibility you can feel the same Mr. Bian. You just need a little courage to start. Remember, you and Bara started from two strangers who didn't know each other, right? Then because you happen to be boarding neighbors, every day we meet, finally grow feelings that make you worried at this time. If you want to fight for it, that's your right. But, what if in fact Bara just needs you as a friend?"

Rana's heart gripped hearing Ranti's last sentence.

"Remember, ignoring the helping hand behind us and choosing to fend for ourselves, is as much a lack of gratitude."

Rana took a long breath. Bian's shadow when expressing his feelings in front of Mother, the shadow of Bara's hilarious behavior, scattered in his head.

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