Rinai Longs from the Sky

Accustoming Yourself

For a long time, that never goes out. I'm sure there's something behind the magnitude of this feeling.

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In the end, it will all come back. Like the soul mate that has been outlined. He can take his heart and run away. In the end, he came back. It is like a coin that cannot be replaced by another.

That's a paragraph in the last part of Bara's story. These two weeks the young man gave his energy and mind to complete the writing. Not without reason. Because in addition to the deadline, even because he deliberately invites his heart and brain busy.

Writing makes him have to think about ideas, determine the scene and of course the moral message to be conveyed. That way there was no room for his brain to think of anything else. Writing also channeled emotions that he could not express. Let the script bear witness, of the self-suffering heart, of the taste it fails to understand.

If one day anyone realizes, Bara hopes his heart has fully recovered. About the taste that turned out to be unable to be welcomed, let Bara keep it. Put in a special box that is tightly locked and hidden.

After making sure the writing was in order, Bara sent to the organizers email, while praying for the best work and himself.

The sound of a notification from the phone on the mattress made Bara turn her head. Lately he is not so familiar with flat objects for that communication. He more often put the object on the mattress if it is in the room. And put in a backpack while on campus. Sometimes some friends to protest because of Bara that is difficult to contact.

Of course, I did it for a reason. One contact with the lily flower profile photo is the cause. His hand seemed tempted to call the number every time it came into contact with the device. Situations and conditions do not allow all of this.

A message came in from Dira. Husein Sastranegara Airport photo emblazoned, followed by the caption, Alhamdulillah survived to the destination. Bara immediately typed a reply.

Mother: Alhamdulillah. How are you doing?

Dira: Slightly dizzy, but also pounding happily.

The message ended with an emotive smile full of love. Bara smiled too.

Bara: Let me know if you've met him.

From: Ship. You also survived the fight.

This time Bara snorted, then laughed a little. Struggling is trying to get what you want. To fight is to do whatever it takes to achieve what it aspires to. Forgetting someone is what you call fighting? Killing a love that has not been declared what can also be called fighting?

Bara. He recalled meeting with Dira three days ago.

"I'm going to Bandung." The sentence flowed smoothly from Dira's mouth.

Bara had guessed, the invitation of the girl before him must have a purpose and purpose. But Dira's speech made Bara's forehead wrinkle. "Well?"

At first glance Bara could see a happy lightning in Dira's eyes before saying, "He's back."

Without needing to ask who Dira meant, Bara already knew. Of course the man is a heart. The man who was said to have been educated in Egypt.

Bara nodded. "He knew you were coming?"

Dira Gelan gave, the thing that made Bara quite shocked. "I'll meet him immediately" said Dira steady.

"Then?"

Dira raises his shoulders. "Then express my feelings of course. What else?"

Bara's eyebrows are bearded. Didn't expect Dira to be that close. "You, right, girl?"

"Why indeed? Is it not that Khadijah also expressed his feelings first to His Majesty?"

Grimacing, he understood that. "What if it's rejected?"

This time I smiled. The fact is Dira is that generous. He sneered at himself who couldn't be like Dira.

"And you're Bara" said Dira later. "You have to fight too. I'm sure there's actually someone you love without you knowing."

"How can you guess like that?" Netra Bara.

"Because you're an adult. So it's very possible to fall in love. Come on, don't look back! Luna must be sincere, really."

The laughter broke. What Dira does not know is that Bara has found who he fell in love with. What Dira doesn't know is that he has also been heartbroken at the same time.

***

"What if this one?" Bian pointed to the picture of the wedding reception decoration with white shades. White bridal chair, white roses, all white that looks so sacred. "Or we can change your favorite lily."

Rana observed the picture of her future husband's recommendation. They are currently in the wedding organizer office. The wedding reception will be held at Bian's house, while the wedding will be held at Rana's residence. The catalog on that low table is an example of the decor they should choose.

Rana was amazed by what the eyes saw, especially if you imagine the white lily there. But his eyes widened perfectly when he saw the nominal price that revolved around the eight-digit number. He turned the catalog, then muttered understand. What they are looking at is an example of a super special decoration at a special price of course.

"Better here, Daeng." Rana replaces with another standard classy catalog.

Bian's forehead is wrinkled. "Said the Mbaknya this is the best, Ran."

Rana sighs. "Yes, but seeing the price I immediately dizzy."

Bian chuckles. "If I get dizzy, I'll carry it."

"What, anyway, Daeng?." Rana's cheeks are warming up. Lately, Bian has started flirting a lot. Although it never really realized, but still it made Rana embarrassed.

"I told you, right, that cost is my business" Bian said seriously. "If you like it we wear that one too."

"Son, no." The hijab girl shook her head firmly. "Rather than for a reception that's only a few hours mending money for another."

"For example?"

"Yes, which is more useful. For example, for the education of our children later."

Looking at Bian's expression that boasted a meaningful smile, Rana realized that she had made a mistake. What he said had the potential to make him even more embarrassed.

"How many children do we want to have?" The emphasis on our word is enough to make Rana's cheeks burn.

The girl cleared her throat, her hands scratched the head that was not itchy. "Ngg .. I went to the bathroom first, yes," she said without looking.

In the bathroom Rana fanned the face that was like a boiled shrimp. He cursed Bian who is getting smarter teasing, out of nowhere to learn.

Staring at the mirror in front of the sink, Rana smiled. Didn't expect that their relationship would be this fluid. Maybe because the intensity of their meetings and conversations are increasingly often also influential.

And what about the heart?

Rana doesn't know. He was just trying to get used to Bian's presence. Enjoy every sweet treatment of her future husband. Although it can not be denied sometimes miss sneaking steal a little time Rana with a shadow of Bara's face.

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