Rinai Longs from the Sky
On the Prayers Cited
"Keep, if later each of us already have a partner, can it still be this close?"
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Dira is a Srikandi who according to Bara is similar to Luna. More like the woman who brought him a bottle of gasoline yesterday. Or is he really? Or because Bara was writing the story of Luna, which made her suddenly feel a lot of resemblance of her childhood friend in others?
Bara tried to sharpen his memory. It's a coincidence that's too coincidental. But the pair of eyes belonged to the woman in the leather jacket yesterday, the same as Dira's eyes.
"Well, cower. You're amazed too, aren't you, same them?" Riko meginterrupts Bara's daydream.
"Ko, do you have any acquaintances among them?"
Riko shook her head. "But it can be arranged. After the show's over, we get to know them."
Regarding the ability of Riko to approach the opposite sex does not need to be doubted. But with those "gallant" women, I don't know what kind of style will be launched.
***
If not for wanting to make sure Dira was his helper or not, Bara lazy to find Riko standing in the parking lot like this. Standby by the DAMKAR team's car, they're like secret agents plotting a kidnapping. Until now Bara still does not know what Riko will do if they come.
"Where, huh?" Riko started to fret.
"Why wait here anyway? Why aren't we negurs inside?" bara Protest.
"Let's memorable. If we negur inside, the effect is very ordinary. But if it's here, it's like we've been waiting a long time to be able to talk directly to them."
Bara twisting lazy eyeball.
Moments later, the long-awaited army of striking blue uniforms arrived. They had just descended from the corridor, splitting the concrete courtyard towards the parking area.
"Well, they're coming." Riko patted Bara's back who was busy playing the phone.
Bara's gaze was immediately fixed on Dira. Their distance was still about ten meters, when suddenly Dira turned right, separating from her friends. He went to a two-wheeler parking area. It was parked there with a red ninja. Bara is very sure now. Not wrong again, Dira is his helper.
Not wanting to lose another chance to get acquainted, Bara ran to him. He did not heed Riko's call at all.
"Hey ..," Bara reprimanded without hesitation upon arrival beside Dira.
Dira who was about to wear a helmet, snuffed. He looked straight at the source of the voice. A moment later his smile expanded because he felt familiar with the student who reprimanded him.
"You're the guy from yesterday, right?" guess it.
Bara nodded. "Thank God if you remember."
"Just yesterday, when did you forget?" Dira's smile grew wider. "Some of you still wear this shirt."
Bara spontaneously observed the shirt attached to his body. Holy hooch! He was lazy ironing, at the ends of the shirt that was yesterday. It's really embarrassing. Bara promised not to wear the same shirt two days in a row after this.
Now Bara can only frown indistinctly and suddenly run out of words because of shirts.
"So you went to college here?"
Bara nodded firmly.
"Yes, I'm first, yeah." Dira put on a helmet, then got on his bike.
Bara hurriedly reached out his hand while mentioning the name.
Behind the full face helmet whose glass is still left open, Dira's smile again expands. He shook Bara's hand, also while mentioning the name.
Dira starts the bike, then stops once again before starting to pull the gas and passes from the presence of Bara.
Bara continued to look at Dira's back until it was completely invisible after passing through the gate. Bara very sing chat that short. Though he really wanted to ask why Dira would rather bring his own motorbike than join his friends. Bara also has not been able to thank for yesterday's incident.
***
Bian pushed back the clock home, just because Rana was still in the corner of the character's terrace. Befriending a paper cup containing warm chocolate, the red-hijab girl seemed to be waiting for someone. Who else if not Bara? Bian sure a thousand percent.
Bian pretended to be busy in the sales area, checking the condition of the flowers sent by the supplier this morning. Of course it is useless, because the flowers have even gone through three stages of checking before arriving at the display rack. From behind the glass wall, he quietly observed Rana. Pacing back and forth, he thought he would offer to take the girl home or not.
Bian has circled the sales area three times, and he feels he is starting to act more and more. Finally he decided to approach Rana.
"Not home yet?" Bian filled an empty seat in front of Rana, ushered in a small round table in white.
"A little while, sir. Waiting for Bara." Again."
Bian sighed softly. Somehow he got tired of receiving answers that he could have guessed before.
"Daddy want hot chocolate? If you want, I can buy it at the minimarket next door."
Rana raised her gaze a little. The weather is cloudy. Even if observed carefully, fine grains of sky water began to fall.
"Thank you, Sir. But Bara promised to pick him up, said there was something important to talk about."
That answer made Bian let out a long sigh, then held it for a split second. Though the Bara and Rana units even share a wall, they have plenty of time to chat. Bian did not run out of thought, as important as what the thing meant.
"Yes, if so, I go first, yes" said Bian, rising from his seat.
Rana nodded in greeting while smiling manfully.
Just as Bian grabbed his car door handle, Bara came. Rana immediately stood up and approached him. Bian was well aware, Rana to Bara's smile was always different from the smile he received.
"His name is Dira" Bara said without further ado as Rana arrived in front of her.
"Who's Dira?" Rana cringing. Of course he's confused.
"Luna's droplet, my helper."
Rana gawking. "So you're running out of gas again? Keep on, helping him again?"
"God's destiny is not that bad, Fairy Godmother." Before explaining, Bara took over the paper cup in Rana's hand, then sucked the contents up to the toilet.
Look, they're not even awkward sharing drinks from the same glass. Secretly Bian was still observing them from behind the dark glass of the car. And the sight just now made his heart ache.
"It turns out he was a member of DAMKAR, and happened to be socializing on campus."
Now Rana was really confused as to what to respond to. He waited just to hear this news.
***
In one third of the night, Rana again embroidered Bara's name in prayer sheets that he tirelessly skimmed. No need to be ashamed of God, he was earnestly begging the man. But if it is not a soul mate, he hopes to be given a clue as soon as possible, so that no longer be in the waiting room befriend empty hopes. But if the end of this story is not in accordance with the contents of his prayers so far, hopefully the pain still has a little mercy, so as not to pulverize it until it is completely empty.
For a while Rana was still at home, settling everything on the prayer mat. He recalled Bara's carefree expression when he told her about Dira, the girl he had no doubt called Luna's incarnation. Rana's heart is back. Rana never really knew what Luna looked like, no matter how often Bara told her about the little girl. But if someone finally understands in such detail Bara's past with Luna, that person should be Rana, as the only place Bara confided.
As time goes on, Rana envies Luna, who is able to occupy a special space in Bara's heart and never seems to be replaced by anyone. Until whenever. Rana is unlikely to be transformed into Luna, even though she really wants to be. He can only try to be meaningful in every second that rolls in Bara's life. However, his efforts during these few years seemed to be in vain since the appearance of Dira. No matter how much it hurts, Rana believes, there are no coincidences in this world. If Dira is indeed the answer to her prayers all along, Rana will prepare her heart.
***
Bara woke up this morning because someone knocked on the door of his unit. From his rhythm, Bara could guess, it was Rana. Sure enough, when Bara opened the door, the girl immediately smiled broadly typical of morning spirit. His smile was immediately transmitted to Bara, although still while rubbing his eyes.
"Ending in the morning again?" bara asked while scanning the appearance of Rana who was neat. The girl's face looked fresh in a pink headscarf.
Rana nodded while thrusting out a plate of shrimp fried rice.
"Well, so ngerepotin, nih," said Bara while accepting it.
"That kind of nasty ass of yours, you know. I think it's just the first time." Rana chuckles.
Bara follow cengengesan.
"I deliberately anterin directly, let it be eaten. The mump is still warm too. You didn't eat the fried banana yesterday, did you?"
"Mm .. forgot." Bara pointed his middle and right index finger to form the letter V.
Rana just clucked while in a tinker.
"By the way, thanks, yeah, Ran. You've been so good with me."
"Start, deh. Just relax, time." Rana shook her hand.
"But ... aren't you bored?" Bara seemed to be hesitant with the sentence he just uttered.
"What are you bored of?" Rana cringing sharp.
"No. I mean, you've always been good, but I never got anything back."
"So, you're always anther and pick me up, always a listener and a solution-giver whenever I have a problem, the money you lent yesterday, what does that mean?"
The rebuttal of Rana spoken so quickly made Bara silent for a moment.
"Keep, if later each of us already have a partner, can it still be this close?" This time Bara spoke without looking into Rana's eyes. It even anchored the view on the surface of the fried rice that had previously released a delicious aroma.
"What the hell, anyway?" Rana shook her hand. "Udah, ah. I'm leaving first." Rana quickly passed before Bara's question really made him misbehave.
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