Rinai Longs from the Sky

Presentiments

***You may punish me for this. But believe me, this taste remains pure to you, Rana.

-bian**

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"Be careful, yeah! I don't want a single stalk of chafing."

For the umpteenth time Bian reminded the man in uniform delivery services of the goods. A bouquet of jumbo-sized white lily flowers he handed over. The bouquet that he assembled himself wholeheartedly and of course with all the sense that undermined the soul.

Yes, Bian violated Rana's prohibition not to send flowers. The fact that longing is growing, is growing every minute and second. If not for the sanity that still remains, Bian almost ran across the distance in order to meet Rana.

The miss is heavy. Bian agreed with that sentence. So that makes Bian willing to do anything. He himself ordered the best lily from the supplier. Arrive earlier than usual for the sake of struggling with the green stalks. Several times he even remodeled the bouquet when it felt ill-fitting.

And now, he had to give up his homemade bouquet brought by a courier in order to get to him who was addressed.

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Bian had just finished inputting administrative data this month when a rowdy voice interrupted. Looking at the watch, it was too late for Sakura to be crowded because of the buyers. Soon it's even time to close. Curious, Bian waved towards the exit of the room.

"Suckers! Don't lie!"

And what caught the retina, made Bian dilate the sense of sight. Three bodybuilders with tattoos covering almost every inch of skin jerked Danu, a new employee. While the other girls who numbered four hid behind the table while looking down in fear.

"What's this?" Bian walked over, trying to stay calm despite the fear of coming over because one of them was armed with fire.

The thick-moustached and thick-mined man turned his head. Scanning Bian's body from top to bottom. "You're the boss?" hardy with extra loud volume. The smell of alcohol pierces Bian's sense of smell. The bulge of his muscles could not be hidden from the black T-shirt he was wearing.

"Yes, I'm their boss. What's the matter? If there's a problem please talk about it carefully." Bian's lifetime never dealt with thugs or other minuses. Bian's nature tends to be good, making people reluctant. No one has ever come to him like this.

Instantly the man laughed, followed by two of his followers. "Well he said," he said with laughter. He shook his head and kicked the table, making all the employees scream. "Hurry up and show me where Helen is now!"

Both Bian and the other Sakura employees widened their eyes. Now they began to understand why the horde of strong men disturbed Sakura's calm.

"I'm sorry, if I may know who you are?" bian asked, still trying to be friendly.

The man clucked. "Ribet very much you! Tell me that! Scribbles!"

"Udah Boss, finish it!" The smallest man among the three made a sound. The unfocused, slightly staggering look of the eye signified that he was heavily drunk.

"Yoye, Boss. If we need to rob all of you," said the other.

Bian's hands were tightly clenched. Uninvited guests cannot be spoken to. If it continues like that his patience runs out too. "Sir, as you know, Helen hasn't worked here in a long time. So I'm not—"

Brakk!

Bian's words came to a halt as the man slammed into the nearest flower vase. "No need to beat around the bush! If you still don't want to tell me, your shop is ruined!"

Bian's jaw tightened, what dream did he have last night to face someone like this? And within seconds those shattering sounds filled Sakura. Flowers splattered, vases shattered to pieces, water welled up everywhere. The two men treated the flowers as worthless.

"Stop!" hardik Bian with a high voice, made the two people who were launching the action stop. "You!" point it at the man in front of her who Bian assumed was Helen's father. "I don't know where Helen is. So leave this place right now!" bian said with emphasis on every word. His body can lose big, but Bian's courage can not be considered one eye. It was impossible to let the store crumble and the employees were as frightened as they are now.

The man with the bushy side squinted his eyes. Still can't believe Bian's words. Instead his retina caught a room where Bian came out. Without heeding Bian, he stepped towards the room in the corner.

Bian clucked, people under the influence of alcohol are indeed stubborn. "What do you want? There's no Helen."

The man looked quickly. Warn Bian through a sharp eye that he does not want to be interrupted.

Shocked gasps and screams could be heard from the female workers behind the table. Danu who was about to come forward to help Bian was suddenly blocked by the smallest man. While unbeknownst to the criminals, Ranti presses the police number.

Bian gulped, then raised both hands parallel to the shoulder. "I'm not lying. No—"

Dorr!

***

Prangs!

"Astaghfirullahaladzim." Rana gasped as the vase containing the white lily fell onto the ceramic floor.

He crouched down to be able to pick up the stalks that had just arrived at home a few hours ago.

"What's up, Rana?" Sakka entered Rana's room without knocking. His net widened when he saw shards of shard fill the floor with puddles of water. "Astaghfirullah, son, how come it broke like that?"

"So don't know, Mom. It was not accidentally—aww!" Because of too focused on telling Sakka, Rana's index finger was hit by a fraction. Fresh blood instantly came out.

"Oh God, Rana. Here, let's go get it." Sakka asked Rana to stand up.

"But the flowers, Miss ...."

Sakka clucking. "That could be later, your finger if not treated immediately later infection. Bridal period's his finger wound?"

Rana says, following her mother out of the room. He cleaned his fingers under the water. I don't know why Rana doesn't feel pain. His attention was precisely on his chest which was suddenly drenched in discomfort.

"Roman!" The call from behind the body brings Rana back to earth. He approached Sakka who was carrying red medicine and plaster.

"Why are you, anyway?" ask Sakka.

"Rome ... Rana doesn't know, Mom." The girl shook her head. "Just suddenly Rana's feeling bad."

"At least shocked." The woman stroked her daughter's upper arm. "The abbis replace the vase with a new one. Some of you, that much flower vase is very small. Kan, it's not balanced, so it falls."

Rana smiled stiffly. He tried to tell himself that everything was okay.

After treating the wound, Rana returned to the room with a new vase that had been filled with water. Some lily stalks that he had saved earlier, were put into the clear vase. Rana smiled, other than because there were still many flowers that she could display back, even because she remembered how the lily-lily got to her hands.

While the rest are not saved, Rana put it in a plastic container for disposal. That's when the manic is pounded on a flat object made of silvery paper. Rana gulped, touching the greeting card that was already half wet. The handwriting set up by the sender fades. Faded. Leave a character that is no longer legible but still Rana remembers clearly.

You can punish me for this. But believe me, this taste remains pure to you, Rana.

Bian

The long ringing of the phone that some days is suspended because no one contacted makes Rana rise. Grab a flat object on the mattress that displays Ranti's contacts. Shifting the call receiver sign, Rana attaches the phone to the right ear.

"Assalamualaikum, Ranti?" His forehead was furrowed deeply as the siren sound dominated from that connection. "Replace?"

"Rone ...." Hearing the voice of her hoarse friend increasingly makes Rana confused. "Sir Bian was shot."

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