Rinai Longs from the Sky

Translate Kalbu Language

What if your likes are too late to realize?

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"I understand that, Bara."

"Now, you're a writer, right? Have you ever portrayed me as one of the characters in your story? Isn't there?"

"Or is there only Luna or even other women?"

Is there anything more disturbing than a boisterous brain like a morning market?

I experienced that a few days ago. Now the intensity is getting. If likened to the market, then Bara's brain is a stall that is holding a massive discount. How many heads are crowded each other make a sound.

His pupils stared at the laptop screen with a blank look. Like trying to explore a line of characters that are assembled by themselves. There are dozens of love stories that he has written. There are more than ten script drafts of the same breathing novel. About love; loving and being loved. He memorized exactly how to describe both the implied and express behavior of people who fall in love.

He recalled, someone who read his story on one of the writing platforms once commented, if what Bara wrote is very in accordance with what the person felt. He should have graduated, right, in taking heart cues?

But today, Bara made his own distraught. In fact, he had failed to translate the language. Either because he himself has never really been in love or indeed his heart is indoctrinated to simply express love to a person like Luna.

Bara restored hair, then looked up. Back, Dira's words ring beside the ears.

"Bar, are you sure you really like me? Not because I like the figure of Luna who is coincidentally in me?"

Then he recalled the first meeting with Dira. Brave, life-sustaining woman who volunteered to help Bara. Dira which Bara then called Luna drip.

Bara laughed blandly. In fact, from the beginning he had already considered Dira a transformation from a little girl in his past. Luna adult version.

If so, it feels very appropriate if Dira rejects it. But regarding the love of Bara, is there really someone who has stolen his heart without realizing it? That one question bothers Bara the most.

He justifies the sitting position, straightens the back, then the fingers nimble shift the cursor. He wanted to prove one more time Dira's speech, about the characters in the story who could be inspired by the people around him.

Bara clicked on one of the first love themed short stories. In the story he tells about the jolly girl who became the backbone of the family. Given the background of the character alone made Bara swallow. Shaken, Bara assumed that it must have been just a coincidence.

It was just my shoulder height. The bright brown net was always radiating warmly, making anyone feel at home for a long time sharing a gaze with him.

Quotation in the second writing that Bara chose at random. Reading it was able to make the shadow of someone's face clearly drawn on his head. Again, Bara shook his head, not enough. He also tried to cast away the shadow of that face. Maybe because they were close, convinced Bara once again.

Until his hand then stopped at the writing he was working on. The story with Luna. Eternal love that is timeless eroded. The male character he describes believes his childhood sweetheart is not yet gone. A character who brings childhood love to adulthood. Until then the wait was sweet. The man found a girl who was so similar to the girl he had been waiting for.

"Well, my love, isn't it just for Luna." Bara monologues, then smiles with relief because what had slipped into his brain was not true. It must be a coincidence.

Bara took a match Dira gave beside the laptop. "You're wrong, Dira, there's no other girl" he said, looking at the object as if facing Dira.

However, when the net is pounded on a row of sentences containing the physical characteristics of the girl in the novel, Bara's distress gulps itself. It was as if there was a huge barrier in the throat.

"Today Mr. Bian's family proposed to Rana officially."

I felt something foreign in my chest. Like there is an invisible hand that snatches the heart, creating a void that Bara himself does not understand. Why should he feel this way? Why did he lose half his heart?

He read the letters on the screen.

The round-eyed girl looked at him. Suddenly there was a subtle swish that filled the heart. Then when the hijab girl smiled, she was sure she had found what she had been looking for all this time.

That one word just escaped from Bara's mouth. Who else is the jolly girl who is the backbone of the family other than Sakura's nuns? Who else is the chocolate-sliced girl whose height is only limited to Bara's shoulders other than a former boarding neighbor? Who else has round and hijab eyes, the owner of a warm smile other than Rana?

"Imust be!"

Screaming repeatedly, Bara tried to get rid of all the crazy possibilities. It makes no sense to like his best friend. This must be wrong, whispered his heart.

"Bar, can you start a match?" Riko appeared in the doorway. His two eyeballs were perfectly rounded, staring at Bara in astonishment.

"What?" Bara did not really hear the words of his friend.

"That?" Riko's chin is sticking toward Bara's hand. "Aren't you phobic?"

Bara followed the twitching direction of the curly-haired man's chin. The next second the net widened, almost out, with a lightning motion Bara threw the match that was burning. The object fell onto the ceramic floor, followed by an incredulous look from the person who had just seen the fire from a small hole in its surface. Apparently Bara had subconsciously pressed the lever to light the match.

"Bar, aren't you papa?" Riko touched Bara's shoulder which seemed not okay. The breath of the Bara hunts like a marathon runner.

Looking at it with a robot-like motion, Bara swallowed a spit of cheek. "That ... earlier .. fire?" delirium. "In my hand?"

Riko took a deep breath. Then guide Bara to do the same thing and throw it away slowly. After her condition stabilized, Riko began to speak up. "Why are you, anyway, Bar? Any issues?"

For a few seconds I just stared at the man. He's cleared his throat. "Have you ever been in love?" the question was thrown, which automatically made Riko hold back a laugh.

"Yes ever. I'm not a rock."

Bara did not tease Riko. He again asked another question. "Have you ever been heartbroken?"

This time Riko's eyebrows were bearded. Realize that Bara is not messing around. "Ever again."

"Where do you heal a broken heart?"

And the frown on Riko's forehead is deepening. "You're heartbroken? Because who? The dira? Are you having a feeling? Continually denied?"

Bara clucking. His college friends are indeed men, but the level of kepoannya sometimes exceeds the Instagram gossip account. "Jawab my question!"

Riko who sat on the edge of the bed, folded her hands on her chest. "Usually if rejected by a girl I find another one. There are more female populations. Rejected one there are still a thousand." Riko lowered the eyebrows. The next second he complained because of the throwing of the pen from Bara.

"Sok handsome," said Bara. Riko's laughter broke.

"Why if that feeling of like is too late you realize?" Bara still has not asked questions after Riko's laughter subsided. "And when he came to his senses, he had already chosen someone else?" Netra Bara glared, he felt that, again. A kind of pain that makes something in the chest cavity pain.

"Who are you talking to, anyway, Bar?" Riko was curious. He twisted his brain, guessing which woman had broken Bara's heart.

Waitaminute! Netra Riko widens when one clue becomes the key to the answer. What if your likes are too late to realize?

"Bar, is that Rana?"

The question was thrown along with the sound of the motor engine being turned on. It was no longer in its original place. The man rushed out. "Bar, do you like Rana? ... Who!!!"

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