Rinai Longs from the Sky
About Miss
Bara is determined to convey his longing through the characters, so that he no longer feels how the longing undermines the soul.
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Time seems to run, the day changed like a blink of an eye, the date rolled like a wave in the sea. Rana did not expect that time would soon arrive. This morning Sakka called, telling her that starting this week the pingitan period would be done.
It was already a deal between two families. Fifteen days before the agreement, Rana and Bian are forbidden to meet. Even communication over the phone.
"Let's feel kangennya," as long as Mama Bian at that time.
The problem is that Rana and Bian are in one work environment. It's impossible if they don't see each other every day. So the only way is for Rana to stop from Sakura for a while.
"So, from tomorrow you don't come here?" Bian asked what was clearly agreed. The store just closed, leaving Bian and Rana. The man just locked the door.
"Yes, Daeng."
They walked to Bian's car. The wind caresses the skin.
"Where?" Bian opens the door for Rana. He turned back to face the girl who was frowning. "Aren't two weeks too long? How about asking for a dispensation, just a week."
The shutter folds the lips, preventing laughter from breaking. He thought Bian would deliver something more important. "Sir, the flowers in your shop just can't be bargained for, let alone this?" Rana deliberately toyed with Bian, including calling him father. He walked beside the man's body and opened the car door.
Bian squeezing back hair. For whatever reason, he has never been this frustrated. Imagining losing Rana for two weeks makes her head wince. Nothing yet he felt missed.
Bian breathed heavily. He flipped, staring at the hijab girl behind the car door. Although invisible, Bian could carve inside the head of the girl's silhouette.
"Daeng, come!" Until without Bian knowing, Rana has lowered the window glass.
Bian circled the front of the car, then sat himself in the steering chair. "Where?" It does not start the engine. "Are you going to miss me?"
Rana. That longing is created when two people don't see each other for some time, right? Like Rana who often misses her mother and sisters in the village. Hope the distance rolled in one blink, so they can meet. But with Bian, Rana had never felt that. Almost every day they meet, so there is no chance yet for that sense to show its existence.
"It can be" answered Rana.
Bian's forehead wrinkled. "Can it be?" He knew the percentage of Rana liking him was still very small. They are familiar now. But only that.
"I might miss it, but not if I'm busy. Kan, not yet walked."
Bian oozed without a sound while nodding in understanding. Then he started the car and drove it away from Sakura.
"If you miss, what will you do?" Bian asked that between their trips.
Rana shakes her head. She must be very grateful to have a husband who seems to love her so much. "Daeng himself? What's it gonna do?"
Bian turned his head for a while before returning to focus on the black road. "Do you know why I make flowers a business?"
Rana's eyebrows are tangled, in addition to Bian's sentence that does not connect with what was discussed earlier, even because they do not know. "Why?"
"Because I want to be a part of every love story. Bridging them to express a sense." Bian turned his head back when the car stopped due to the red light. "So like those people, I'll send you white lily every day as a sign of longing and love."
Bian's words no doubt make Rana's cheeks meet. Some days Bian is quite often tempting, but only this time his words sound so romantic. Who wouldn't flower to hear the saying just now?
The girl cleared her throat. "And Daeng knows why I like white lily?"
"Because it's pretty?" The car moved back, splitting the streets covered in thick sheets.
Rana chuckles. "Yes, but not only that. The white lily is the symbol of purity. The pure love. So let's keep that purity together until the time comes."
Bian slowed down the speed of the car, looking over with a frown. "I mean ... I can't send you flowers?"
Rana nodded. "Again there will be my house as a florist if every day can be sent from Daeng."
"Yes too, anyway."
"There are other ways to express longing ...." Rana paused her sentence, smiling, she said, "through prayer."
Sure oes. That was also, right, what Bian had been doing all along. Praying for Rana almost every encounter with the Creator.
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Krakk!
That's the sound of Bara's broken heart. Like a weighted glass, the crack spreads from the center to the very end, making it a formless piece.
Thick paper with a predominance of white flowers is the cause. The names of Bian and Rana are said to be married. And he was invited. Less cruel what Rana was to Bara, wanting the man to be a witness to the union of two hearts. The heart he loved.
Conscious, Bro! You didn't realize anything to Rana.
The whisper slapped Bara, creating an even greater pain. Realize that Rana is not her destiny. Love does not arrive, maybe that's the right title.
Bara took a deep breath, hoping the tightness in the chest diminished. He put the invitation on the table. Glanced at the cell phone lying next to him. One idea came up, saying congratulations didn't hurt, did it?
Source: Congratulation, Rana. Good luck until H day.
He sent a message with a photo of the invitation. Not five minutes to reply.
Rana: Thank you, Bara. Don't forget the date, yes!
Bara: Sure!
Call it the hypocritical Bara sends the last message with the addition of happy emotes. Even though the pain is still felt.
Bara: So, are you going through a period of pingitan?
Shutter: Yes.
Bara: How is the sensation? Are you starting to miss that guy?
Rana replied with half a dozen laughing emotes.
Rana: Basic writer! Not that selebay that time.
Molly: Do you miss me too?
Long enough Bara looked at the 5-inch screen. The smile that had grown because he managed to tease Rana slowly faded.
Of course there's no room for him to miss you, Bara!
Bara smiled wryly.
He was just about to put his phone into the nightstand when the notification interrupts. The incoming email made a wry smile Bara turned as sweet as gulali. Apparently true, sadness is always side by side with happiness.
An email from the organizer of the annual bwi event informed him that Bara's manuscript had qualified as the first champion. A very proud and happy thing of course. Because the Bara script is automatically contracted by a major publisher. And just wait for the time Bara writing will be enjoyed by many people.
He was still staring at the screen, making sure once again that the email was real, not imaginary. He smiled knot. Let his story be eternal in the book. Let everyone know about him who harbors a taste in him far away. To him whom Bara cannot call. To him who is powerless, express his love.
Bara promised to keep writing about Rana until he forgot to spell her name. Bara is determined to convey his longing through the characters so that he no longer feels how the longing undermines the soul.
The question is, can Bara forget about Rana?
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