Rinai Longs from the Sky

Someone with a Helper Soul

Rana may not be called a true Muslim, but at least he closed his aura well.

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"Good morning, Fairy Godmother."

The deliberately sweetened greeting greeted Rana when she just got out of her unit. Rana's busy looking for the key in her bag paused. The blue hooded girl raised her gaze, staring at Bara who was ready on her matic motorbike. As usual, he simply replied with a smile, then switched to closing the door of his unit and locking it well.

"You're sleeping, right?" rana asked as she approached.

"Yes that. I'm not an electronic device that can operate on solar power."

"Related?"

"So about sleep or electronic devices?" Bara pretended to act bego.

Rana just clucked while in a tinker. Then he pulled the nape of Bara, brought it closer to the rearview mirror.

"No, panda eyes."

"Oh, this is one of the cogan traits that was patented not too long ago."

"Di?"

"Hc ...." I turn my eyes while thinking. "In our world. My world is with Luna."

This half Rana had heard the name again, making the spirit of activity that had been gathered, slowly decomposed.

"Oh, thank you. Thanks to Fairy Godmother, I have a brilliant idea for my novel."

Rana frowned not understanding.

"I'll add magical things that only exist in our world" Bara said excitedly.

"You're writing a fantasy story, huh?"

"No! It's not a fantasy story, it's about me and Luna."

"Originally you're happy, you." The expression behind Rana's current smile was between irritated and amused, making her face momentarily seem strange. "The thing is now, we're in the real world. That is, we have to leave immediately if we don't want to be late."

"Ready!" Bara sprightly start his matic.

***

Too often Rana through a moment like this with Bara. The first time Bara gave him a ride, he said as a payment because it had been loaned iron plus spray lubricant. At first, Rana refused. But since the Bara campus and the flower shop where she works happen to be unidirectional, it seems like absolutely no hassle. Rana nebeng or not, Bara will still pass the flower shop. Rana is grateful, thanks to Bara often give a ride when leaving work—so when returning home if by chance the clock fits—ia can be more efficient. The cost of the freight he added to the monthly money he routinely sent to his mother every month for the purposes of his sister's school in the village, as well as for their daily needs.

Rana may not be called a true Muslim, but at least he closed his aura well. Rana does not refuse to make friends with the opposite sex so familiar, but he has put up a strong line that is illegal to be violated. Although not able to continue education to college, insight Rana is very open to accept new things without forgetting the religious norms learned since childhood. Maybe that's what makes Bara—the crazed crazier—well friendly with him.

Bara stopped his motorbike in the courtyard of Sakura Shop, the flower shop where Rana worked.

"Later in the afternoon if you want to go back, call, yes! Who knows I'm still outside."

Rana just nodded, although she was actually reluctant to do so. Because as has happened several times, Bara still came to pick him up even though he was a white lover had a break in the boarding house. Then the name is no longer nebeng, but troublesome.

A few seconds later, a black sedan arrived. Bian emerged from behind the steering wheel door. The 27-year-old always looks neat with a three-quarters shirt paired with slim fit pants and premium leather pantofel. As a shopkeeper, no one required him to come this early. Moreover, there is already a Rana as a supervisor who will ensure the operation of the store runs according to SOP. But Bian's not his name if he just stayed silent wait for the report. He enjoys being directly involved. In the morning as now. He always keeps an eye on how his employees work in the morning, especially when preparing flowers on display. Although it has often been pointed out directly, sometimes Bian still hesitates employees know how to treat flowers that are still fresh and aged. Yes, it sounds very perfectionist, but Bian is so.

"Good morning, Om," Bara said with his typical behavior, the same as when he greeted Rana with the name "Mother of the Elves", without burden.

Feeling bad, Rana immediately elbowed Bara's waist. Though Rana has often reminded his best friend, it is not polite to greet his boss with the name "om". Especially while the pretentious grin as it is now. Bara couldn't possibly forget, but Rana would warn him again later.

"Morning!" reply Bian while closing the car door. His expression was flat and stiff. Let alone smiling, his mouth was not even completely open when he uttered that one word earlier.

"I go first, yeah, Om. Hye!" Bara waved his hand before starting his matic.

Bian had often heard such apologies from Rana. He thinks it is not necessary. Whenever accidentally met while dropping off or picking up Rana, Bara always greeted him as "om". At first Bian was shocked, but long ago he got used to it. After all, Bara is not his employee who must be formal with the call "sir". Bian has been too busy thinking about strategies to expand his business, rather than dealing with trivial things.

***

"Damn!" Bara cursed his carelessness when his motorbike suddenly stopped on the Pettarani Street. In order not to disturb other riders, Bara quickly went down and pushed his bike to the edge. After draping on the pavement, he glanced at the gasoline indicator needle that was drooping.

Bara sighed in annoyance. On the road, he passed two SPBU. Trivia like this that has not succeeded in his life since long ago.

Aware of complaining that it won't fix things, Bara decides to push his bike to find a retail gasoline seller. The next SPBU is quite far from here.

The sun at eight to fifteen minutes is actually still healthy to use to burn calories. But make no mistake, on the edge of a large road with a solid vehicle like this sting almost equal midday. Many times Bara wiped the sweat on her forehead, also on the neck that had even soaked the collar of her dongker shirt.

"Why?" The sound was actually not caught clearly in Bara's ears. Understandably, his presence suddenly. In the midst of the noise of the vehicle.

Bara turned his head, finding a figure in a leather jacket on top of a red ninja who suddenly stopped beside him. Despite hearing the soprano voice just now, Bara was not sure the face behind the full face helmet was really a woman's face.

"Why's your motor?" the woman asked more clearly after opening her helmet glass.

Bara. Although his eyes were not decorated at all, Bara knew enough it was the eyes of women.

"Running out of gasoline, Ma'am," Bara replied. The back of his hand once again wiped the sweat on his forehead.

A second later the woman immediately pulled the motor gas and just shot away without saying anything, making Bara stunned for a moment. He did not dare to expect help from a woman, but also did not expect the way to stop and leave the woman was as magical.

Bara shook his head inexhaustibly, then pushed back his bike. He remained vigilant, circulating the views on both sides of the road. It looked like only big shops and a few food stalls. There are no retail gasoline sellers.

Bara again stopped when he realized in front there was a biker who was desperate against the direction. That person paid no heed to the simple honking sound. It's wrong to wear it too hard. The coals docked more to the side of the sidewalk, preparing to give way to the rider. But, the rider stopped in front of Bara. Red ninja, leather jacket, full face helmet .... Holy hooch! Bara just realized, this guy is the woman who was. What else does he want? After just asking and leaving, now want to show his courage against the direction, is that it? I really don't think out.

"Now!" the woman handed him a plastic bag containing a bottle of gasoline. Bara was sure it was gasoline, the aroma was immediately smelled.

Instantly the negative assumptions in Bara's mind immediately collapsed.

"Buruan!" The woman was inexhaustible, the man in front of her was still silent when she was presented with something she desperately needed right now.

Bara. I don't know, the writer's soul is being disturbed, imagining a female character who works as a hitman, or a special agent who is pretending to help innocent men. Ah, forget! Right now he really needs that gasoline.

Kernyitan Bara changed her smile and accepted the woman's gift. He quickly opened the saddle of his motorbike and poured the gas tank into the tank.

"How much?" asked Bara while taking out the wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.

"I don't sell gasoline anymore."

"But that doesn't mean the gasoline you're carrying is running away, does it? You must have paid, right? Well, I'm gonna change your money."

"Ah, no need." The woman shook her hands while laughing lightly. "Just turn the bottle around."

"Seriously, huh?" They put on an unpleasant look.

The woman nodded, then took over the empty bottle that had been put back into the plastic bag from Bara's hand. "Yes, I go first, yeah!"

Bara just nodded, still not out of thought how God arranged his meeting with this woman. Stop and reprimand suddenly, just leave, come up against the direction, then give me a free bottle of gasoline. Seriously, the events of this morning can be developed into a novel framework.

"More times remember, tuh, gasoline. Not just the child of the person who is remembered mulu," as well as the woman while turning her motorbike, then back to dart like before.

Bara took a few seconds to be absolutely sure, he was not in the scene of a film. It´s real. For a long time he had not met a helpful soul figure like the woman earlier. The figure that later reminded him of Luna.

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