Rinai Longs from the Sky

Palau

Religion teaches us not to reject the good intentions of someone who is also clearly goodness.

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I decided to go jogging this morning. The activity was rarely done, but this time he felt he needed more intake of fresh air to clear his mind. On each swing of her foot, Riko's words last night reverberated. The shadow of his friendship with Rana during this time was crammed, occasionally drowning with shadows when Dira saved him from the fire. As the sweat began to pour out, Bara repeatedly let out a long sigh. For the first time there was something incriminating in his head outside of college and the case of finding ideas for writing projects.

Because the area around the costan Riko is actually less than ideal for jogging, Bara only spends 30 minutes to get around. Bara shook his head while clucking softly when he found Riko still curled up under the blanket. Bara grabbed a small towel hanging beside the window, then wiped the remaining sweat still stuck to his neck.

While waiting for his sweat to dry before taking a bath, Bara sat down in front of a short table. He opened a laptop to observe how far the manuscript of the novel he was preparing for the annual bi-variant. Although the fall was somewhat forced, today he had to continue it, given the imminent deadline. There is also no college schedule today.

Bara rereads the last few paragraphs to rediscover her feelings, but Rana's change of attitude still dominates her mind. Eventually he got rid of his laptop, replaced it with a cell phone. He has to call Rana.

Bara's thumb paced on the surface of his car, in and out of the chat room and the call menu. Just long enough. During this time Bara rarely interacts with Rana via mobile phone. Whenever there is anything he is more comfortable conveying it directly. Hence, now he was confused as to what to type to start a chat. On the phone, what to talk about?

Why is it like this? Bara put down the origin of his phone, then ruffled his frustrated hair. He breathed heavily before taking a shower. Maybe his mind becomes clearer if his skin is no longer sticky due to traces of sweat.

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"What about Bian's proposal? Have you thought about the answer?"

Rana's hand stalled when she heard her mother's question across the street. The girl was arranging sheets of clothes into a closet in a new boarding house that she would occupy. He was stunned long enough, until his mother called several times.

"Rana ... don't know yet, ma'am," she replied honestly.

For Rana marriage is the gateway to a new life, a more serious one, and of course more of a test. He does not want to make a wrong decision that can be fatal. Failing in the middle of the road is due to love that cannot be delivered, for example. Well, call Rana the victim of romance stories that glorify love so high. He was just trying to think logically. Is not to live together with others we should at least feel comfortable first?

He and Bian .... Rana hasn't even found the right word to describe what their relationship looks like. Can not be called a friend because in fact Rana can not be chatty in front of his boss, can not display the most congruent attitude of a Rana like when with Bara. Rana groaned in her heart, again that name she called.

"Mother is not willing to interfere" said Sakka carefully. "But is it not in our religion that we are taught not to reject the good intentions of someone who is also obviously good?"

Mother's right. Bian, there was not a single negative thing that Rana had ever encountered in that man. His behavior, his words, was almost impeccable. It was as if Bian had been created that perfect. However, that is exactly what bothers Rana. Bian is too good for him who is just learning to be good.

"Later Rana think again, Mom," replied Rana accordingly.

"Maybe your sisters could be a consideration, Rana."

Rana's forehead was filled with wrinkles. Why did her mother suddenly discuss sister?

There was a breath of air before Sakka said, "Maybe this will sound materialistic, but I also feel sorry for you who had to bone down to meet our needs."

Now Rana understood where her mother was talking. Economic problems are sometimes painful.

"Married to Bian, God willing you don't have to think about that much anymore. Aye, right?"

"God willing, will Rana reconsider, ma'am."

The connection was terminated after a little chat about Rana's new residence. Do not forget to remind him to pray and take care of himself.

"Your mother?" Ranti who today helped Rana relocate sat in front of the girl on a ceramic floor. Rana's new kosan is not much different from the previous one. Contains three compartments of space consisting of one spacious room as a bedroom and a multipurpose room. Small kitchen and one bathroom.

Rana nodded, resuming her delayed activities. Fold the shirt and put it in a plastic cabinet with the picture of Doraemon.

"Nanyain Bian's proposal?" Ranti guessed, which again answered a nod by Rana.

"Oh yeah, take it!" ranti's proposal.

Rana clucking. "It's not that easy." For Ranti who has been talking to Bian from the first meeting, of course, the proposal sounds fun. Like a dream that suddenly came true. But not for Rana.

"Why? About Bara again?" The girl folded her hands on her chest. He was anxious himself with Rana's flaccid attitude. Though the business of Rana's job is more nimble than the cat who is found to help fish. "This is all, rather than being upset, mending you directly, deh, to Bara!" ranti's advice.

"You mean?" Rana again postponed the activity. Rana's focus was entirely on the interlocutor. A thought that had dirtyed his brain, he threw it away. However, when Ranti moved her mouth, she knew that Ranti's proposal could indeed be that crazy.

"Well, do kids like you?"

"You crazy?" Rana immediately replied with a sewot. The clothes that had originally been folded were ruffled again. Want to put where Rana's face if you have to express feelings to Bara. For whatever sake, Rana wouldn't act that recklessly. If in the end Bara is not his destiny, Rana will keep that feeling a secret.

"Well, rather than upset?"

Rana had already opened her mouth, preparing to combat the greeting of the colleague who asked to be sambelin it when her phone vibrated. Then the name listed on the screen successfully made Rana's heart plunge to the bottom of the stomach.

Until the ringtone ended, Rana just looked at the flat object. He was not unwilling to accept Bara's call, only he was still too shocked. It would be very awkward if he suddenly had to talk to the person he had just chatted with Ranti.

"Cock not lifted?" Ranti's question coincided with the ringtone of the call being re-sounded.

Rana immediately hid her phone in the chest when the girl stuck out her head. "It's gonna lift, really." Rana cleared her throat, then walked out away from Ranti.

"Assalamualaikum, Bar." I don't know why Rana's heart has to go this fast.

"Girisham, Ran. Can we meet?"

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