Rinai Rain

Part 16: Burying the Feelings

Part 16: Burying the Feelings

Alvia Darsya Princess

My phone rang many times. The tone is a sign of the entry of a message. I saw the green emblem on my phone screen. A dozen LINE messages from Azka perched fifteen minutes ago. I swiped down the touch screen to find his name.

Not accidentally the name of the rain waiter was visible to my eyes. There was only a line of messages he sent. "Working."

That message was sent two weeks ago when I asked him what he was doing. Yeah, it's just my bases trying to get close to the rain-waiter. Still Farel persisted with his cold attitude..

The touch of my hand came to the name I was looking for, Azka Aldric. The small profile photo looks handsome in a shirt suit that makes him look elegant. I touched his name to see the contents of the message.

Alvia, come out yuk! If you say yes, I read the message in my heart.

I dropped my phone. This panic attacked me, mixed with a feeling of pleasure that disguised it. I try to stay calm. I didn't think I was being asked out by him.

Something that I never thought of before. I think I should answer as soon as possible. It's not good to make a man wait long.

Okay, who's afraid. Pick me up in fifteen minutes from now!

I pressed the send button, then threw my phone on the bed. A soft sound is heard when it comes into contact with the soft surface of the mattress.

I went to the closet looking for the best clothes I had. I assume this time he really asked me out even though he actually did not dare to admit it.

One by one I tried and one by one the clothes landed on my bed. They don't look right for me to bring in tonight.

I paused for a moment to think about what clothes were good for me. My choice fell into a short-sleeved shirt hanging to the far right. Cream color I think is more relaxed for this atmosphere. I grabbed the jeans hanging behind the door and started putting them up.

Thin powder polishing my white cheeks. A layer of my lip reddening gently applied to my lips. It looks red, but it doesn't look red. I know he's right. Sometimes he was uncomfortable seeing schoolgirls at school who often wore too red lipstick on his bibr. Impressed as age-appropriate.

"Mother" called me in front of the door. He was sitting in front of the TV with Dad. While my little brother is busy drawing with his colored pencil.

"Ndeh, where are you going? It's so pretty," my mom said when she saw my unusual appearance. I saw their smiles, there was no sign that I was going to keep me from leaving tonight.

"Buddy fella came out earlier. Can, huh?" ask me Mom. He nodded lightly giving permission. I smiled happily at the nod.

"Your son is a girl. I know that Alvia was invited by a guy," said my father.

I couldn't hide the red of my face when he said that. I greet them one by one. I also kissed my cute little sister.

"Ilham, you go first, yes" I said as I kissed her.

"Alvia, meet your guy like Dad, let me teach him to fish" my dad said with a laugh.

My father's joke managed to make the red on my face disappear. He really likes fishing. Even every man close to me wants him to fish in the Siak River.

Just as I opened the door, there was the sound of a car horn in front of the fence. The white car turned off the engine and someone got out of the car. I saw his small narrow eyes as if he had no eyeballs, especially when he smiled. His eyeballs were invisible to his narrowed eyes.

She welcomed me like a queen. The greeting was accompanied by a sweet smile from her. He also opened the door for me. Azka is always good at being sweet in front of women. The romance he brought me made my heart flutter. Like someone wanted to get out of my chest.

We're heading downtown. I know because we've been through two fly over that were along our way.

Honestly, I don't really know the streets of the city, even though my school is there. How not, after school I went straight home and rarely went around just knowing the streets of the city.

The romantic song that got played made me a little awkward. I close my legs because it's awkward. I see Azka's face, she looks focused on controlling the steering wheel of the car. Sometimes his head swayed to the rhythm of music.

Slowly his voice sang the song. I also sing along.

"Just say you won't let go .... Just say you won't let go...."

we follow the rhythm of James Arthur's voice buzzing in the car's speakers.

"Do you like this song too, Alvia?"

"Yes, sometimes," I answered briefly, then sang back.

We got to where we were headed. Azka parked her car carefully. This place is the first cafe I visited since staying in Pekanbaru.

All this time I was just hanging out on the curb eating grilled corn and drinking young coconuts. That was with Farel. Farel and I often wait there. That's since we first tried it, it turned out to be nice to see the twilight sky filled with corn burning smoke. The strong smell of twilight made me and Farel dissolve in it.

"Come on, Alvia," said Azka.

The sound of acoustic music began to be heard as it approached the cafe. As always, a good cafe always provides live music for the convenience of its visitors. The sound of kajon musical instruments sounds so united with the running sound. His voice filled every available void of tempo.

The melody of the guitar played really permeates every soul that hears it, as if bringing dancing to the mood of the visitors. He must be a great guitarist. It sounded from his perfect melody.

On the wall of the cafe is attached a poster of the band that will appear in this cafe. I read it carefully. The schedule is right for today. Three men in sunglasses decorated most of the band's posters.

The front man holds the guitar and is followed by his two friends who hold the bass and drumsticks.

"ZANDI, a good name for a band" I said, touching the poster. I saw that Azka had entered the cafe. I caught up with him quickly.

The distinctive aroma of coffee was pouring down my nose. The strong aroma seems to give passion to everyone who loves coffee. Of course, this is the aroma of premium coffee that we only find in cafes.

Azka was already sitting at her choice table. He called me to sit there immediately.

"What message?" ask Azka.

"Your rich Azka. I don't know what a great menu there is" I replied.

Azka nodded then called out to the busy waiter at the other visitor's desk. The waiter responded quickly, he immediately approached us. The woman kindly asked for our order.

"Fried rice is two, drink melon juice two feet," Azka told the woman dressed as the cafe's maid. He recorded our order and went to deliver it to the chef.

"Far to the cafe just to eat fried rice."

"Biarin, the important thing is satiety. Hahah," Azka's laughter came out with my joke.

Her laugh was sweet. Next to the dimples of his cheeks always appeared when both ends of his lips widened. I stared at his eyes continuously, while he looked the other way.

I don't know what he's looking at. It might just be stealing glances at the women sitting at the other table. I understand that he is still a man who can be interested while with the woman he just saw.

We waited a long time for our order to arrive. Maybe fifteen minutes was waiting. The waiter who approached us carrying our order was now a man. The woman who asked for our order is now at another table.

With a smile he put our order on the table. The smell of fried rice immediately smelled in my nose. It just makes me hungrier.

"Take the fried rice directly." Azka directly held the spoon and fork.

Without waiting for the woman in front of him, Azka directly scooped up the fried rice. He is not a shy man who always keeps his character in front of women.

"Alvia's been fed gini-rich before?"

"Earlier. It's been a long time" I replied. I dug up my memories of Kak Zaki coming back to me.

"Name Zaki. She was once my girlfriend. But it's been a long time,"

Azka looked at me a long time ago. Sometimes I become misbehaved if stared at for a long time by him. His charm always makes women become reeds can not resist. I pulled a glass of melon juice and drank it to distract him.

"Ceritain the same I how the hell is Zaki," pinta Azka. Instantly I was excited to tell Kak Zaki. I'm looking for what I'm going to tell you first.

"Zaki is more like Farel. He is quiet and prefers to be alone. He is a musician and a guitar maker. Her parents own a music store in Padang,"

"If I may guess, Alvia must have learned to play guitar from him,"

"Yes, that's right. Unfortunately he cheated on her and went far away with her affair."

I scooped the fried rice in front of me as if the one on the spoon was brother Zaki and his mistress. I remember exactly when he said that I wasn't the only one he had.

The long-awaited band finally came along. They were getting ready by the stage. The guitar holder is much cooler than other personnel. The sunglasses he was wearing made it hard for me to see his full face. Plus he was wearing a skull on his head. Looks so cool. They went on stage and started playing their instruments.

"Azka, you know that band called ZANDI?" I asked Azka. He seemed amazed to see three people on the small stage.

"Yes, I know. They are not one of the bands from Bandung. Their names are famous these days."

The kajon player gives his beat to give a cue. The vocalist as well as the guitarist strum his guitar pick on the strings. He started his guitar playing with an interesting guitar.

The bass player sets the tempo by plucking the upper strings slowly. The bass sound seems to fill every rhythm gap in the music game. It provides a heavy sound that will make the music even more interesting.

The vocalist's voice was so sweet. His facial expression was so shown to convey the feelings that exist in the song. It can bring in every soul that listens to it.

Every now and then he plays a beautifully winding melody in rhythm. It's as beautiful as any guitar I've ever heard before. The melody wasn't too complicated, I could've played it. It's just that what needs to keep him alive is the feeling when we play him, like the guitarists on that stage.

Each of our heads was made to nod slowly, following the tempo of the music being played. Finally the last quote on the guitar ended their performance.

Applause echoed at every corner of the cafe. The women sitting in front of the stage looked delighted as the vocalist threw a smile at them. I know exactly how happy they are when they manage to perform successfully.

A sense of urgency has pervaded each one of us. Sometimes I sigh because there is nothing we will do here. We were silent not speaking. However, there is still a way to break the approaching silence. It seems that Azka caught my codes wanting to leave this place immediately. He's a very sensitive man.

Azka pulled out her car between the other cars. He was so careful, it seemed from the way he moved his vehicle slowly. The squinty man took out his hand and hinted at me to get into the car. He no longer opened the door for me, but allowed me to open it myself.

Azka drove her car. We're getting ready to go home. Someone suddenly passed by. I was surprised and screaming.

"Yahoo!" my yelling.

I closed my eyes quickly. Azka swiftly stopped the speed of his vehicle. Body jerked. However, it could still be held back by the seat belt I was wearing.

"Basic crazy!" azka said harshly. I knew his voice would not be heard from outside. Just this time I saw Azka that angry.

"He's a nag, huh?" I opened my eyes. The man was right in front of our car. He looks fine. He looked at our windshield. Maybe he was surprised by what happened.

He was not just staring at the windshield of the car, but staring at the focus of both of us in the car. He looked at me carefully.

He was holding a guitar. The clothes he was wearing were just like one of the ZANDI band members who had just performed at the cafe. Her hair looks neatly combed back, like it reminds me of someone. The brown man looked firmly at me. That straight look was like coming back to me and digging up my lost memories. I know those eyes.

"Zaki?" I said quietly, not even Azka could hear it. Then the man apologized and walked away.

Is that Zaki? Why is he here? Why is he coming back in front of me?

Many times I have asked that in my mind. My mind went back to chaos like the beginning of our separation.

He again opened the dark memory he had written in the sheet of memories of my life. I hope he won't come back. But the time to answer it is already. Time opened those dark memories and then as if copying them back on a new sheet. The memory seemed to roll back until I returned to the silence.

"Alvia," call Azka next to me.

I'm not whining. Just glued in a straight forward gaze. My mind was still filled with Zaki's face that had been painted since his presence.

"Alvia," he called again.

"Yes what's wrong?" Suddenly my consciousness recovered. The sound of Azka's car was again heard clearly.

"Do you like Farel?"

I was silent for a moment. My eyes returned straight to the streets of my house. Just a few more turns until I get in front of my house.

"Of course not. I just care about Farel." Those words just came out of my mouth.

I didn't think long of mentioning my first lie to her. I like Farel, it's just that the expedition is being buried deep so as not to reappear. Farel has his choice.

"I think you like him. You guys are so decked out,"

I smiled hearing it.

"Yes, I can be the same. Trus, Cessa, shall I have it? They seem more suitable" I replied.

Azka's face looked flat upon hearing that.

My body jerked forward as Azka braked right in front of my fence. We just arrived. My middle lights haven't turned off yet, a sign my Dad and Mom are still relaxing in front of the living room TV. My finger opened the car door slowly.

"I'm going in first. Thanks for the tonnage" I said, smiling at him.

He replied to me with his trademark smile until his narrow eyes seemed not to be pinched by a smile. But unexpectedly, I felt a cold hand touching. Azka held my hand.

"Azka what's wrong?"

"If Zaki is no longer filling your heart and Farel is no longer the reason for my concern for your closeness to him, be my lover Alvia. I like you."

I snuck at hearing it. His face looked serious for not a second to look away. I swallowed hearing the statement.

Back I was thinking.

Where am I taking my beautiful ass?

I was rejected before I could tell Farel the truth. I lost before I fought.

However, in an unexpected moment, this revelation stopped by when I needed someone who actually made me to let Farel slip.

I was confused who to choose. Choosing people who don't love me or choosing people who really pay attention to me. I decided to make a choice.

"All right, I'm ready." I hugged her.

It turned out to be this warm embrace of the person who had just become my lover.

I buried my hope in Farel deeply.

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