Rinai Longs from the Sky

Meet Luna?

"It turns out that this little fun is competing with someone who's gone."

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In addition to cut flowers, Sakura Shop also provides plastic or cloth flowers which of course are much more durable. Nevertheless, cut flowers are much more desirable. They say, cut flowers consider seriousness. The real one will never lose to the fake one.

In addition to flowers, in the store located on Jalan Urip Sumiharjo it also provides various souvenirs and funny objects that are suitable as gifts for special people. The store that operates from eight in the morning to ten in the evening is fairly static visitors. It is only a little crowded in the afternoon.

Since childhood, Rana loved flowers. In the village, he had a flower garden next to the house. The corners of the terrace of his house were decorated with flowers in pots of various sizes. There are also those that are hung at regular distances. Honey, left by Rana, they're not as happy as they used to be. His mother was quite overwhelmed taking care of her three younger siblings. He had no time to take care of the flowers. Therefore, being able to work in the Sakura Shop made Rana like entering heaven every day. Her guilt for having to abandon her plants in the village, Rana paid for it completely here. He treated the flowers in the store lovingly, heartily. That is what is seen in the eyes of Bian, who then decided to raise Rana to become a supervisor in the second year of his work.

Feeling too fast, Rana had rejected that time. There are people more senior than him. He felt unbecoming and a little unpleasant. He was afraid that he would no longer feel the atmosphere of work as comfortable as it used to be if he accepted the offer. But Bian continued to reassure, only Rana deserved the post. Although from the beginning Bian put a sense towards Rana, but he was quite objective. The young businessman was old enough not to mix the business with the affairs of the heart. He chose the Rana purely because of its performance, not because of the X factor. In the end, Rana was ready. After all his friends were supportive, no one was envious at all. With the new position, the monthly money for his family in the village can be slightly increased. Alhamdulillahot. Rana is very grateful for the trust she has gained.

At three o'clock in the afternoon. Rana's ready to go home. Shift two had come an hour before. Now he is busy handing over duty with Helen, a Christian girl who has not been joined in the store for enough years. Although relatively new, the results of his work never disappoint. Therefore, the role of supervisor is taken over by him outside of Rana's shift.

Helen's a pleasure. In addition to often bring food, he is also the easiest to compromise about changing shifts. In the shop, Helen was the cutest. One day not to come in, people will look for him. But behind her cheerful demeanor, Rana could always find the same kind of sadness in the eyes of the curly-haired girl. It was like hiding something, which he could not share with his friends.

Once Helen surprised Rana, when she suddenly expressed her desire to hijab. If only Helen was Muslim, of course Rana immediately said hamdalah and warmly welcomed the wishes of her friend. But ... the desire came from a Christian. Rana was really confused to respond to him. Then Rana thought Helen was just joking at that time. And he never repeated it again.

"Assalamuaikum, the future inhabitants of Heaven," said Bara who had not since when he arrived at the store and immediately pestered the busyness of Rana and Helen.

"Walaikumsalam, the future priest of the people." Helen answered, in a tone no less contrived.

Rana just shook her head amusedly. Both crazy rada made Bara and Helen immediately connect on the first day they met.

"Mother Fairy, I met Luna." Now I focus on Rana.

Hearing the confession just now, Rana's busyness who was copying the ordering list of bouquets of flowers that will be delivered later tonight, stopped. Rana's gaze turned from the notebook to Bara's face. He understood, the friend who secretly inhabited his heart was a hobby of jokes, but this time it was not funny at all.

"I met Luna." Bara repeated when she found Rana frowning.

"Bar, I'm still working. If you want to joke, the time is not right." Rana ignored the confession just now. It's back to the bustle again.

"But you're going home, right? We go home together, yeah."

Rana just nodded, then pointed towards the door. Of course Bara understands the meaning.

"Yes, yes, Miss Supervisor." Bara washes her lips before turning her body towards the door.

A moment Helen chuckled, then fell silent again after Rana asked her more seriously.

At the door, Bara runs into Bian who seems to have just returned from somewhere.

"Good afternoon, Om." As usual, Bara said hello.

Bian only replied with a mutter all the while. He immediately approached Rana and Helen who were still struggling with the handover process next to the cashier table.

"Kok, haven't come home yet, Ran?" bian asked while removing the buttons on his shirt. He looks tired.

"A little while, sir." For the sake of being respectful, Rana paused for a moment her activity, completely returning the boss' gaze.

"Back with Bara again?"

"That's how it is, sir." Rana's almost choked. I don't know, given Bara's whining attitude, he was always uncomfortable whenever Bian involved his unit's neighbors in their chat.

Bian only ber-o while nodding faintly. He then passed into his room, entering through a special staff door in the corner of the room.

"Duh, it's really good, yeah so you," Helen said after Bian perfectly disappeared behind the door.

"Why?" Rana looked over while frowning.

"Careful of two guys who are super cool. The only students are candidates for famous writers, the other is big boss. If I were you, I would be confused to choose one.

"Why should you be chosen? I'm happy to be friends with Bara, and I appreciate Mr. Bian as a superior. They're just going to me, all right. You are the better."

Helen instead considered the name "Mother of the Elves" as a call to love. Rana chuckles amusedly made it.

"Well, if Mr. Bian ...." Helen clucked for a moment, as if she had trouble stringing up her next word. "The staff at this store there are six people, you know, but the attention is like that to you. I'm late for coming home, never reprimanded, no."

"Oh, so is the story you're jealous of?"

"It's not that!" refute Helen hurriedly, accompanied by hand movements like she was glazing glass. "You don't feel it, anyway? Mr. Bian has always liked you. In his eyes there was always a rainbow talking to you. I was like that."

"Emang is?"

"There, Ran. That's why, being a little sensitive girl."

"Ngaco, man. Where is the rainbow in the eye? Song victim, here."

Helen just sighed resignedly, then began to focus on researching the note that Rana had just thrust.

While Helen was checking her notes, Rana was pensive. It was not that he could not interpret Bian's every concern, but that his heart was already positioned waiting for someone uncertain, someone who was still trying to survive in the shadows of his childhood. Hopefully the term "Mother Fairy" is really Bara's affectionate call, which indicates a taste that will bloom in time. No matter how long it takes. Rana will wait as she has done these three years.

It turns out that this little bit of fun is competing with someone who's gone. Rana was really confused as to what to do. If only Luna was still alive, Rana could have given up Bara for her. Then he could bury his feelings slowly. But this is a different case. It is impossible to let Bara stay alive in the past. Therefore he fought hard to win the heart of Bara, giving him a future that is no less beautiful than his past. Rana realized, he could not replace Luna's position. He just wanted to be as lucky as the little girl, which could mean so much in Bara's life.

By the way about Bara .... Suddenly Rana flinched. What did he say? Meet Luna?

"Is there less? Anybody want to ask?" Rana quickly made sure there was no longer something that required her to stay longer. He had to meet Bara out there immediately, making sure he had just misheard. Otherwise, it looks like the neighbor of his unit must be immediately met with a psychiatrist.

Helen shook her head while smiling.

"OKAY. I went home" said Rana, rising from her seat. He intended to go inside to get the bag. At first glance his gaze pointed outwards, through the front wall of the store consisting of large glass, falling right on the figure of Bara who was sitting sweet—ala he—on his motorbike.

Spontaneous Bara waved in excitement when she realized the girl's gaze full of advice was pointing at her.

Looking at her, Rana just shook her head in amusement. The boy, not since when did Rana even like all the ridiculousness.

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I don't love easily

It is not easy to say love

But why now with you

I'm in love

"Whispering. Your voice is not very," cried Rana, trying to defeat the whirling sound of Bara mingled with the roar of the wind.

The afternoon sky of Makassar is friendly. It is a bit cloudy, but it is precisely that that neutralizes the complexity of the streets that are increasingly crowded in the hours of home office like now. Maybe it is also what makes Bara continues to hum from earlier, no matter his voice even bothers other riders who happen to be side by side with him.

God please listen to me

Give me him

But if not jatoh—

Bara felt a pat on his shoulder, making him chuckle. The unfinished lyrics just crumble.

"I'm happy, Fairy Godmother. I met Luna."

Though Rana has decided not to follow up on this. Since Bara thrust the helmet while smiling sweetly earlier, Rana intended to forget the absurd confession. Bonceng Bara after work one of the mood boosters for Rana. he does not want to damage it with things that are not important. Strange as bin Ngawur. But, Bara said it again.

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