Rinai Rain

Part 4: Rain Waiter

Part 4: Rain Waiter

Alvia Darsya POV Princess

I like the guitar more than they know. For me the guitar is a part of my life, as if the melody twists in my blood. It's not free from someone who's ever been in my life. Someone who made me understand the real meaning of playing music.

"Music is love" he said.

 

He's the guy I met five years ago.

 

   I saw him when he was alone in the school garden being alone with his guitar. It's still clear in my memory her sitting style at the time. His right foot he folds over his left foot, while the guitar he holds on the top. He rarely smiles. The mysterious upperclassman, yet that was his attraction. Looks cold in the eyes of others.

 

He is a solitary enthusiast. Always fly with his imagination when he is alone. He is good at stringing beautiful words and posting them on social media. It often goes viral in school.

At the time, I was too young to know love. But I ventured to know him even though a little. A lot of love makes people crazy. Love gives a person the passion to continue living this life. I realized that I was in love at the time.

I was just in Junior High at the time. The normal times of people my age know love.

 

    He is the son of a guitar maker in Padang City. Many times I hide behind trees just to hear the harmonious passages of his guitar. My eyes always record the moment he smiles. For me it is a rare thing because he rarely smiles. I only know one thing, he smiled while playing the guitar.

 

"Don't hide like that, let's get out." He stopped strumming his guitar. His voice surprised me. I slowly started to come out of hiding.

"Sister, I'm not a stalker. I just want to hear Zaki's brother play guitar." I dare not look into those cold eyes.

I can't believe it's slow***smile on her lips. That guy really made me fly into the sky. "Sit here, I teach you how to play guitar."

"Are you alone?" ask me before you two.

 

"I like it myself" he answered briefly

I sat next to him. I can't hide my nervousness. My eyes could clearly see the line of his face. His breath was so clearly heard in my ears. His fingers are busy tuning the strings of a guitar that is discordant according to him.

 

"Sister, my name" I said. But he cut it.

"Alvia, I know," cut it off quickly. He laughed even though he was still focused on his guitar strings.

 

  "How does Brother Zaki know my name?" my many.

 

"I know all the names of my stalkers and you're the only one I want to call. If the others even run away when he's found out that he's stalking me."

 

He looks at me softly. His cold aura completely vanished. It's not what I've seen all along. It was warmer than I thought.

 

"I'm not a stalker Sis," I said with a hint of embarrassment.

 

 "Don't dodge anymore" he said.

  The introduction was the beginning of everything. He quickly knew me further. As time goes on, more and more moments and laughter we create. I believe in it and vice versa it is so. We often spend time together, although not in the name of dating, but in the name of love on my side.

 

He graduated from Junior High School and went to High School. Even though we were different from school, he always had time to see me. I went to the same High School as him. I know more love from him.

He was my first love and he was the first to tell me love. The side love that I've been experiencing is finally over. It turns out that all this time we were close to have other intentions. We love each other.

"What exactly is love?" I'm in a park at High School.

 

   "Did Alvia hear the beautiful melody of my guitar? All that makes Alvia spirit is love. One of them is music. Music is love" he answered. The final words of his words always echoed my heart.

 

I came back to realize many things. His first smile was the guitar. My second smile is me. He was my first love and he was also the first to tell me love.

 

   However, of all that there is one thing that is no less important. He also taught me how to be heartbroken. It turns out that heartbreak hurts.

 

I was sitting in the first grade of High School, while he was in the third grade of High School. I realized soon we would be separated from school again because he would finish High School. It's going through drastic changes. Her sweetness has been no longer visible to me. He rarely picks up his phone when I call. That night, a letter came to me.

 

 

Tomorrow is my last moment with him. He will choose to study the art of music at one of the universities in the city of Yogyakarta. The smile he gave off was not as sweet as when we first met.

"This is my last gift to Alvia." He gave me a guitar"made of solid mahogany. I made it."

 

    I was surprised to hear that. He has learned a lot from his father who is also a guitar maker. I hugged him tightly.

   He touched my face, "We got here. And one thing. You're not the only one."

  He turned himself. I don't know what he meant. I let him walk without my company.

   However, what I saw at the end of my eyes broke me. The kiss made me groan on the floor. His words are true, I am not the only one. At that moment I understood my heartbreak.

 

"So this whole time ...." I can't continue my sentence. My lips are too weak to say.

 

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      I was in front of my new class. A smile to look like my new friends. My feet are stepping for the first time in this class. I saw the man sitting in the back corner of the classroom. He was surprised to see me enter his class. He was the guy who played my guitar. His body and Azka's bench were separated by an empty bench. I chose to sit there, between the man and Azka.

 

I sat here for hours. Azka was still sitting without expression. Sometimes we smile when we face each other. While the man who played my guitar was busy writing something in his book. He never once greeted me.

 

True Azka said, he does not like to get along. If only he wanted to hang out, he could be the top school boy with such a handsome face. It is he who does not realize it.

 

The day is slowly darkened by clouds. My sunny day prediction missed. As long as the bright was just the beginning, there was a cloudy approaching the afternoon. It is very difficult to guess the weather in this season.

I saw the mysterious man looking at the cloudy sky. As sweet as her smile. Then he stood up and left the class.

 

    What made him smile? I wondered in my heart. My curiosity beats me. I went to follow him.

 

Next to the building, he stood with his hands. The smile I saw was still there. My feet slowly approached him and asked.

"Hmm..., what are you doing? Why yourself?" askaku. He was busy looking at the sky.

"Waiting for the rain and I like myself." His words were flat like he was unaware of what he was saying. We were silent for a moment. I laughed at his answer. Only then did he realize I was standing next to him earlier.

"Eh, since when are you here?" He was surprised to see me laughing. He pulled his hand which was holding the rain.

I laughed again. This kid is so innocent he asks that.

 

"I don't think you need anything like that. You said you like the rain. Why?"

He put his hand back to the raindrop that was falling. The man smiled and said, "Rain is always coloring. There'll be a rainbow that will replace him."

 

"Oooh, that. Now tell me your name" I ordered him. Slowly he stuck his hand at me.

 

    "My name is Farel, Farel Bintang" he said with eyes still staring at the sky.

    I greet her hand by telling her my name, "I'm Alvia, Alvia Darsya Princess."

 

He seemed to take a deep breath and then exhale it again. I followed his hand-picked behavior to the rain. Cold that I don't think is an obstacle.

 

   "Sometimes the rain doesn't always color, sometimes it's stormy like a wounded heart" he said suddenly.

For a moment I saw Zaki beside me.

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