Rinai Longs from the Sky
When Everything Is Too Late
When you are still free to meet, so close, why do you fall asleep with a relationship called friendship?
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The building is still as it used to be. Contains three almost similar compartments of the four rooms. The two rightmost units are still in the repair process. Unit number three already has a new door. The most interesting of course the most end.
Ten minutes ago Bara drove the motor in an uncertain direction. He only turns when there is a bend, stopping for a moment when the traffic light turns red. And when he realized, he was already in this place. His former boarding place.
The boy was still in the motorcycle seat. Look at the end of the unit. Bara used to like to knock on that door for no apparent reason. Sometimes he deliberately tapped haphazardly, causing haphazard sounds. Then the face will appear, trying to look fierce even though it is not.
Bara can still smell the aroma of his cooking in the morning. Bara remembered that smile when they greeted each other after a day of activities. Bara memorized the habit of the girl who woke up at night and the gurgling of the sounding water. In fact, he also recorded clearly the way the occupants of the most end of the boarding house locked the door.
"Stupid!" maki Bara to herself.
I don't know what caused him to realize that feeling too late. I don't know what Bara Setolol is.
When they were still free to meet, when they were so close, he was too overwhelmed with a relationship called friendship. Stupidly, he actually struggled to find another figure. The figure he thought had stolen the heart, but it turned out to be just an illusion. He was fooled by his own feelings.
The man was restoring his hair, gulping down spit. "Then what now?" ogre.
He reached into his pants pocket, took out a phone with a black case. His thumb automatically seeks out the former owner's contact at the very end of the cost.
Fairy Godmother
Touching the contact photo is long. Lily flowers she likes.
Then Netra Bara found a new status of the girl. Upload a photo that makes his chest tight.
Bismillah, may it be launched until H day.
The inscription adorns a photo of a ring finger adorned with a jewel ring.
***
Rana stared at the heart-shaped jeweled gold ring on her ring finger. Two hours ago the circle-shaped object was pinned by Bian. Almost everyone present in the living room of his house was ecstatic, showing off a wide smile. Sakka even shed tears. Happy tears.
Rana smiled of course. He tried to pull the corners of the lips as smooth as possible. Especially when parents decide that their marriage will take place three months from now. Bright sparkles adorned the eyes of Bian, her future husband. The one he must love with all his heart.
Until the Bian family left this house ten minutes ago, the smile on his lips was still on its back. Do not forget to say carefully on the road while waving until the car is swallowed by a corner.
That was ten minutes ago. When all eyes were on him. When Rana is surrounded by many heads.
But now he is alone. Make friends in a private room. The smile faded away changing merrily which slowly crept over. His heart should have flowered staring at the ring. But Rana wasn't. The feeling of guilt. He felt like a fraud who tricked so many people.
Rana breathed a heavy sigh. Didn't he think about it a hundred times? Why is it still this crowded?
"Ikhla, Rana! Sincere!" whisper to yourself.
"Where?" The call from outside jerks Rana. He rubbed his face and rushed to the door.
Sakka was found in front of the room. "This is your phone from earlier." The woman whose face had been surrounded by wrinkles was pulling out a white device that let out a long ring. Bian's name is on the screen.
"Oh yes, Mom, thank you. It's from Mr. Bian." Rana pointed at the mobile phone. "I take it first, yeah." Then shut the door of his room back.
"Assalamualaikum," said Rana after first taking a deep breath.
"Waalaikumussalam, Ran," replied the caller. Bian cleared his throat before continuing, "Tomorrow ... Will you leave tomorrow?"
"Yes, Sir. God willing tomorrow morning, because I'm on three days' leave."
"Oh ...."
Rana was still waiting for Bian to continue, but when two minutes passed and the man did not make a sound, Rana kept the phone away, stared at the screen, making sure the call was still connected.
"Where?"
He hurriedly glued the flat object as Bian called out to him. "Yes, Sir?"
"Tomorrow ...." Bian. "We ... go together, yeah."
Netra Rana widened, imagining a car with a man who had just been declared a fiancee, making Rana heartburn. It might not matter if they were close before, but he and Bian .... Rana was even confused to describe it. "Lho, how do you keep your parents?"
"They came home today, chauffeur-directed."
Rana grimaced, if this was the reason what he would throw? "Aren't you tired of going back and forth to the hotel?" The girl bit her lower lip, hoping that Bian would undo his intentions.
Rana swallows spit. "Yes ... already, sir. Thanks in advance," he replied stiffly.
Rana's gonna hang up when Bian makes a sound again. "What are you doing?"
"I'm being ...." Rana scratched her head, it was impossible, right, if she replied that she was lamenting their engagement? When his net caught a backpack in the corner of the room, he found the answer. "Shirt, sir."
"Oh ...."
Again, silence pauses. The itchy shutter ended the chat, but the caller somehow still hadn't cut off the connection.
"Rone ...."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Can I ask you something?"
Rana's heart suddenly beat twice as fast. Bian's words were as if a request for horror in Rana's ears. "App-pa, sir?"
There was a fairly long breath, before Bian threw a sentence that made Rana's stomach increasingly wrapped around. "Don't call me 'sir', can you?"
"That's ...."
"It doesn't have to be immediately." Bian hurriedly gave a clarification. "Little by little, for example, when we only talk together like this."
"Aah .. yes, God willing, it is sought after sir, uh anu, D-Daeng*." Rigid Rana tongue. His stomach was heartburn, his chest was pounding ungodly. Feels weird.
"Thank you, Rana. After all, wouldn't it be funny if we were married and you still called me that. Aye, right?"
Why did Rana feel that her boss was a little more talkative today? Is happiness the cause?
"Ran?"
"Eh, yes, sir, uh."
Bian chuckles. "Well, see you tomorrow morning, my future wife."
***
"Well, see you tomorrow morning, my future wife."
Bian is still looking at the screen of the device even though the connection was cut off a minute ago. Wide grunts decorate the face. He shook his head, feeling like a sane person smiling in front of an inanimate object.
What he was feeling right now really could not be described in words. Bian is transformed into a new human being. She herself hardly believed in what she had just done, calling Rana a future wife.
Bian chuckles. It looks like he contracted Bara's nyelene nature. Calling the man Bian so remember that he has not told about today's event. He turned on his phone again, tapped on the phone's contact icon and searched for Bara's name. However, Rana's friend also contributed to the approach process.
Bian undoes the intention to send a text message to Bara, he then chooses to make a mobile call. But up to twice the ringtone, there was no answer. He almost dashed the desire to contact Bara until the call when the man's voice was heard.
"Busy, Bro?" bian asked after receiving the greeting from Bara.
"Lumayan."
"I'm bothering dong?"
"Not really, anyway."
Bian frowned, feeling strange with Bara's short-paced style of speech. He cleared his throat and revealed that he and Rana are officially engaged. The smile that adorned the face after uttering it slowly faded due to Bara's unexpected response.
"Oh that. Yeah, I know, I know."
"Are you sick, Bar?" ask Bian curiously.
There was a dull sound before Bara replied, "Sori, I think I'm getting into the atmosphere of the story I'm working on." Bara back to thumping. "Btw congratulations on your engagement."
Bian breathed a sigh of relief. "Cirain why Bro? Thanks, thanks for your help, too."
***
Foot note:
*Women's greeting from Makassar to older brother or partner.
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