Rinai Longs from the Sky

Recognition

He let his heart bleed to make the man smile happily.

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Rana never knew if an encounter with someone would make her heart this whole. It was as if they had not met for a long time. Like he who was thirsty and finally found a well.

Yes, Rana knew yesterday they met. It was just that his poor heart condition made the meeting a little different. You could say weird. How could he be such a childish, ignoring Bara just because of his out-of-place jealousy?

If you can be honest, Rana misses their togetherness. He longs to sit behind Bara, recording his wide, satisfied back. He longs for the moments of being a loyal listener. About her writing ideas, even about Luna.

"I heard you moved today?" And that voice, Rana also misses. Bara's voice is not a type of super bass, which accentuates masculinity. It's just that Rana will immediately be able to guess even though he has not seen if Bara is talking.

"Yes, it just so happens that behind Ranti's house there's an empty boarding house."

They were in a cafe with the concept of Javanese tempo doeloe. It is said that the owner who fell in love with Javanese culture and chose to capture in the interior of the cafe and all its equipment. Gending rhythm became the background of the chat of visitors who are quite a lot this afternoon. Tables and chairs made of carved wood. Eating utensils are also made of rattan and coconut shells.

"Not at home?"

The next question troubled the pink-hijab girl's heart. Comfortabley? Comfortable as what do you mean? If comfortable is the same as meeting a nosy unit neighbor like Bara, then Rana does not find it. If comfortable is he who is eager to cook for the sake of sharing with the next door neighbor, then Rana has not felt it. "I, right, haven't been a day Bar, still need adaptasilah," replied Rana, hoping to sound logical.

Bara nodded. "Yes, too, the hell." He scratched his unscratchy head.

A moment of silence paused, letting Javanese music reign supreme.

"You, aren't you sure anyone's here to talk?" Rana sips the ice dawet ayu she ordered.

Bara cleared his throat, faint wrinkles adorning the forehead. "Dira ... I mean what do you think of Dira?"

Rana's eyebrows. The feeling of fullness in his heart from being happy suddenly diminished, like a piece of cheese slowly melting. Then the flash of the incident the other day in the hospital room turned around, about Bara who expressed feelings for Dira. "meaning?" Rana prefers to pretend to bego, if you can let Bara undo the intention to discuss the woman.

"Yes ...." Bara rubbed the back of the head. "You've met him before, haven't you? Whatchu think? He's good, right?"

However, it seemed that the thick-browed man was still curiously discussing Dira. Inevitably Rana must argue if he does not want Bara to be suspicious. "Well," answered Rana steadily. "He's the one who let you know when you're running out of gas, right?" And also reminds you of Luna. His last sentence was only able to be spelled out in the heart.

Bara nodded. "Yes, do you remember?"

Smiling, Rana sneered inwardly. Of course he remembers. "Yes, he's kind, he's also brave as Luna." Rana emphasized her last words, hoping that Bara realized that she could have been deceived by her own heart.

Smile of Bara expands. He didn't know if Rana's response would be this good. That means what Riko said the other day was not true. Between him and Rana is pure friendship. "What do you think if I'm serious about Dira?"

Which bad man can hurt a woman who likes him openly? Unfortunately the man was now in front of Rana. The man he liked, the man he called in prayer, was talking about another woman in front of him. If Rana's heart was just a little, then now the hole is wider.

"good. Better to be serious than playful, right?"

Call it a hypocritical Rana. Saying what is clearly different from the heart. He let his heart bleed to make the man smile happily.

"So, you agree?" Bara leaned an enthusiastic body, he forgot the increasingly melting ice doger.

Rana nodded repeatedly. Forcing a smile that is somehow similar. Honestly, he wants to leave immediately, shed tears that have been stagnant.

"Thank you, Fairy Godmother," said Bara sincerely. "The Fairy Godmother's opinion means a lot to me."

One drop of clear liquid just fell out of Rana's eye. The girl immediately wiped it and clarified that it was haru's tears. Then they laugh.

Bara began to be able to enjoy his ice doger casually. Rana suddenly loses her taste. The ice dawet his father turned bitter, as bitter as his feelings.

"O yes, Fairy Godmother, what about Bian?"

"Dian?" Rana parroted, feeling awkward with Bara's greeting to Sakura's boss.

"She said she likes you?" ask Bara, as if she knew everything.

"Where do you know?"

Bara shifted the container, wiped the wet container with a tissue, then focused his hands there. "He likes you too much" Bara said. "He got to me how to make you comfortable with him. Let's get as deket as we can."

"Continue?"

Roar without sound. His head was shaken twice. His feelings are now mixed between sad and wanting to be angry. Bara not only dislikes it, he even supports Bian approaching it. Why is everyone so enthusiastic about setting her up with Bian? Without looking to know first what Rana really wants.

"So, how, did he say something to you?" Back to asking. There was not the slightest jealously lightning from the expression of Bara that Rana saw. The girl sighed in her heart, loving herself. Forever, Rana will only become a mere helper. The Fairy Godmother that Bara would never have liked.

However, this could also be a hint from God. For Rana to open her eyes, so that she is aware if there is no point in expecting Bara. For Rana to look towards Bian.

"He proposed to me."

Bara coughed violently when she heard Rana's words just now, choking on her own saliva. His face and ears turned red. Rana immediately thrust the mineral water that is provided on the table. "Aren't you papa?"

Bara shook his head after gulping down the water. He took a deep breath and let it out periodically, restoring the stability of the body. His throat was a little sore from that sudden cough. "You don't get in, anyway," he said later.

"Sori, Bar."

"Gercep is also the Bian, immediately applying."

Rana simply responded with a smile and a shoulder twitch.

"So, have you accepted it?"

"How do you think?" Not without reason Rana asked that. He wanted to know what kind of advice Bara had, although part of his heart was sneering, mocking Rana who was actually expecting something else. Like hoping Bara told him to refuse, but that's impossible.

"Thank you. After all, Bian's good."

Well, right, right?

***

"Hayo! Ngeliatin what?"

Rana gasped, her heart seemed to be dislodged when Ranti patted her shoulder. "Ranti ... just getin!" skink.

Ranti. "Part of thinking about the future husband to his side. Inget, it's not halal."

"Appaan, anyway. This is tabok!" Rana raised her hand, preparing to hit the sweet black girl. Ranti hurriedly took a thousand steps.

What Ranti was accusing was right. Rana was indeed watching Bian who was chatting with someone in the corner near the souvenir rack. He freely stole the view because Rana's tiny body was disguised by a flower rack that was made circular. It's a bit disrespectful, but Rana needs to do that. He had to figure out what his heart was responding to when he saw Bian.

"Strade."

"Astaghfirullahal'adhim!"

Rana cursed in the heart. Why do people like to surprise them today? He turns around, then meets Bian's dark iris. "Yes, sir, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I missed you."

"No, sir."

Bian's hand which was originally in the pocket of the pants lifted, rubbing the back of the neck. "Tomorrow your morning shift, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Nw ... What if we go for a walk?"

Both of Rana's eyebrows are linked. "Walk?"

"I want to eat banana epe," said Bian quickly, then lowered his head, reluctant to share a face with Rana.

Rana smelled a smile, felt funny. It must have been very difficult for a Bian to utter such a sentence. But wait! There was something else that was bothering the hijab girl. How could Bian suddenly be here? Was the surveillance found out?

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