Rinai Longs from the Sky

Therapeutics

Sometimes unconsciously someone creates his own fear, then take care of it by continuing to think about it excessively.

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"I have something for you."

Bara blinked twice, as he remembered he had made a mistake. Disappointing Dira and Kevin. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to accept punishment than reward? "Something what?"

They're already in the parking lot. Bara deliberately drove Dira and Kevin first. Making sure they go home, only after that he will go to a different bike place.

"Ngg .. special gift." Dira smiled mysteriously which made Bara chuckle.

The woman reached into the pocket of a leather jacket, pulled out something, then put it on Bara.

"Dira—"

"Don't refuse! And don't protest!" Dira first intercepts Bara's speech.

"But I—"

"I know." Again, Bara's speech was cut off. "You can't wear that match, can you?" guess telak.

Bara looked at the gas match in hand. It's actually not hard to light it up. Just need to press a bit tight and fire out. But still for Bara it was terrible. Imagining the fire in his own hands already gave him goosebumps. "Keep, why do you love this?"

Instead of answering, Dira looked down, looking at Kevin who looked full. "Darling, try the match" he asked.

Kevin obediently took a match in Bara's hand, then ignited the fire.

"See. It's not hard, is it?" Dira put the match back in Bara's grasp.

The man is pulling hair. A little frustrated at the thought of how to explain to Dira that this is not that simple. That the Fire is two things the enemy deserves.

"Gini deh, Bar," Dira said before Bara spewed the protest back. "Do you want to stay like this forever? Are you sure you want to cook your own wife in the kitchen? Are you sure that the people you love will pity you forever? You're not ashamed that your children are afraid of fire?" The row of sentences Dira released almost without pause.

Bara pecked with shoulders that seemed to have just been hung by tons of weight.

"I think it's because I care about you" Dira concluded before leaving.

***

Clockwise on the wall became background music in the boarding room that Bara occupied. The number eleven designated short needle in fact has no effect on Bara's sense of sight. The man was actually competing with his seconds, counting in heart one to sixty, and then repeating again. His position is lying down, with his left arm. I don't know how many counts he followed, the clear dark chocolate sliced neutrals showed no signs of fatigue. It can be a boisterous brain effect that is out of control.

The young man turned towards the nightstand, one hand outstretched, picking up a black object with a red A on its face. I observed the match. Ever since Dira gave him earlier before parting ways, he had not dared to light up. His pupil was carefully scanning that thing. As if sharing a word that Bara hoped only with an inner relationship, the match would light up. But then he shuddered, if there is a fire then who will put it out in the middle of the night like this?

A little rough, Bara put the thing back. Changing sleeping position to sideways, turning back on the nightstand. He tried to close his eyes, hoping the subconscious would immediately pull him.

"Do you want to stay like this forever? Are you sure you want to cook your own wife in the kitchen? Are you sure that the people you love will pity you forever? You're not ashamed that your children are afraid of fire?"

"Aarghh ...." Bara's shuffling hair in frustration. How will he sleep if Dira's voice is always disturbing like this?

He got up, bent his knees, and buried his head there. What Dira said was really damaging to concentration. Bara so not good to eat, not comfortable to sleep, whatever the activity becomes all wrong.

Then out of nowhere, his hand grabbed the phone. He just dialed Rana's number. Connection connected on second ring.

"Accoland ...."

As if he had just realized, Bara widened his eyes when he heard the voice of the woman. He gulped, if this is not possible, right, Bara turned off the phone?

"Waalaikumsalam, Ran, you haven't slept?"

"Eat already?" The question sentence was spontaneously thrown from Bara's lips.

"I had eaten earlier during the break at the shop," replied Rana after a pause of a few seconds.

The forehead of the Bara is wrinkled. "Usually you eat again when you come home from work?" He voiced his astonishment. It used to be not uncommon for them to eat together in the middle of the night on the terrace. Neighbors of their unit who are household assistants do sleep more often in the employer's house. So, Bara and Rana are like just two.

"Ngg .. I'm on a diet now," replied Rana ended the oddity.

Bara sneers. "What kind of body would you like to diet? Want to be a lidi?"

"His son, you're the power pole!" sewot Rana fast. Bara could imagine her maniacal lips, making the young man laugh. He never knew that talking on the phone with Rana like this would be so much fun. His neck muscles that had tensed up a moment ago, slowly loosened.

"Rana," called Bara seriously after long enough to throw ridicule at each other. He continued his speech after getting a reply from the woman across there. "You think a husband who can help his wife in the kitchen is cool, right?"

***

"You think a husband who can help his wife in the kitchen is cool, right?"

Rana did not directly answer Bara's question at the end of the cellular connection. Another question is now entrenched in his head, why suddenly Bara asked that? Does that mean Bara is so serious about Dira?

Come on, Ran, did you forget to accept Mr Bian's proposal? That whisper brought Rana's consciousness back. He is privileged in his heart, condemning the self that is still jealous of Dira. Has he not taken firm steps?

"So a plus, anyway, if I think," answered Rana finally.

"That means you can turn on the stove dong?"

"Yes, it's a bar. His name in the kitchen is nyalain kom—" Netra Rana widened, he just remembered that Bara and fire are two things that are quite impossible. "You can do it ...." He did not mention his last word, for he was sure that Bara knew what it meant.

There was a long breath before the heavy sound returned to the ears. "Say Dira I should be able to overcome my fear. Said I was cool if I couldn't get a match in front of my wife and son later." Laugh at the end of his sentence.

"Oh ...." Although Rana had repeatedly reminded herself of their status and position, still the pain touched the heart, creating an ache that only Rana felt alone. It has gone so far as to talk about the future. About being a good wife and husband, even involving children. Rana smiled miris.

"Mother Fairy? Fairy Godmother ... Rana .. are you sleeping?"

"Eh," Rana wave. "No Bar, I'm still literate."

"I'm a chain left behind."

"Sori. So how, now can it be?"

"Yes belomlah" Bara said.

Again, pause the royals. Rana is thinking, trying to find a solution to Bara's problem. He may not be able to feel what kind of fear Bara feels, but he understands a little that sometimes an event can create a deep trauma. "You try it while thinking about the words of Dira," proposed Rana.

"meaning?"

"Make that a kind of motivation. As Dira said, try to do it for the people you care about. Are you not ashamed your children lost respect because their father can not hold a match?"

"Mother Fairy, how come, so bully me, anyway?"

Rana chuckles. When else could he treat Bara like this.

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