Rinai Rain

Part 5: Getting Into the Mind

Part 5: Getting Into the Mind

Azka Aldric POV's

I've had friends before. We always spend time together, protecting each other, and creating laughter. I admit that at that time the swift era could not replace our togetherness. At that time he taught me the meaning of life. He taught me that life is not just about going to school, going home, and going to bed, but he managed to uncover the secrets of life that he had found himself.

 

I used to be just a loser who could only complain about my problems to others. I have always been oppressed by the strong, only feeling compassion for the weak without ever being able to help him. But someone made me strong. It was like breaking an egg shell and I was reborn.

It began our introduction in a cloudy twilight. The cold started to slowly pierce my skin. A raging wind hit anyone who dared to head off. There, he single-handedly confronted her. The western sky is no longer dusk yellow, but contains a deep-rooted flash. The boy stood still, not moving a bit. Just his sigh made his chest slightly flutter.

The sky was slowly crying. Spilling all his emotions that he has been holding. The rain rinai made me start sniffing the distinctive smell of the soil. All I saw was that smile happily welcoming the rain stubs. No matter to him the hair that started getting wet by the rain.

"Does that matter?" he answered when I asked his name. The question ended with a question. I can't ask you anymore. However, I ventured why he was alone under this falling water stub.

"Waiting for rain" he answered briefly. At that time I just knew if in this world there were waiting for rain. All this time I was just taking cover from the rain and just peeking at it behind the windowpanes.

The friendship began. We started exchanging secrets. I know all about him, and vice versa. Even though he was the most recognizable person in school, he never seemed to be friends with me who was arguably a school loser, bespectacled, timid, and weak. He taught me to play basketball for the first time and discovered my potential in basketball. It also makes me strong. I'm starting to know how to fight well.

He is not only famous in Junior High, but also by people outside our Junior High School. Scramble fights, SMP holders, and enemies. That is their view of him. For us he was a leader, a loyal friend, and a helper in our time of need. Not only was I helped when I first met, another friend as well. I learned that from him again. Learn to help friends.

I'm no longer the loser I used to be. I started to show the other side of myself. I who used to be known as quiet, glasses-wieldy, geeky, and timid began to fade. Many times I was behind that rain-waiting boy to help him fight the bad boys who often annoyed our Junior High friends. Fighting and that scar I used to feel.

 

As I became known, he was still above me. I don't think I would have been able to exceed it at that time. Often he made me jealous of his popularity in Junior High. All the effort I have put in behind him has often never been appreciated.

Everything has its limits, and I've stepped on that point. My saturation is at the highest level. I don't want to jump into a world like that anymore. Sometimes our friends can make deep wounds. Because what? because we love him so much that we forget that just once he disappoints will make a scratch that will fade long enough.

The peak on that day, when I saturation point I was at the limit. When I want to end it all.

"You're still the loser I used to know" he said in front of other friends.

The words kept on ringing in my head. The memory I once had when I was oppressed seemed to repeat itself. Beaten, kicked, insulted, and I can only cry at the end of the night. The memory seemed to come back until I remembered my past. From then on, too, learn from him, friends can hurt. From then on, I hated her until now.

Now he is growing up like me. The world has turned around and I made the turnaround myself. I'm glad he understands what I said first, what it's like to be a loser.

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   The woman was silent in her solitude. Looking at the white clouds that seemed to greet. White clouds no longer dominated, he now welcomed the black clouds that began to overtake him. The twilight sun is still bright even though some clouds are no longer friendly. He stayed in his smile. Enjoy the rest of the evening as much as possible.

 

Alvia's name, the long black-haired woman sparkles. His hands are tiny, but he can chant a harmonious guitar melody. At that time he came with his backpack. Staring at me through those spherical eyes like a spherical ball. His gaze was impressed shaded by his thick eyebrows complete with lentic eyelashes. I put a smile on him.

 

    Only one in my mind, which kingdom he came from.

 

"Hi, Alvia," I said and sat down beside the woman. Her broken hair swayed in the wind. Her reddish nose\-refracts looking taper when viewed from the side.

"Hi too, Azka." He smiled at me thinly. Her round eyes looked sweet when smiling. I could see my shadow in her clear eyes. "Azka, why doesn't Farel like to hang out anyway?" ask Alvia suddenly.

"I don't know either. But he's pretty popular with girls, you know. Only he doesn't realize it" I replied.

 

   "Ah time?" alvia asked back in disbelief. I laughed and took a deep breath and exhaled again.

 

"Handsome, cold, tall, like your ideal\-man in a Korean drama" I said with a laugh.

 

My words managed to break Alvia's laughter. "You are you. Not as popular as you are at this school. The girls in the canteen are talking about you. How can?" ask Alvia again.

 

"Alvia wants to know why? I was the former Chairman of Osis and Eskul basketball here, "I replied slowly.

"Azka is very popular." He nudged me. It felt soft by me the touch of this woman beside me. The fragrance of his trademark perfume burst out with the movement of his elbows in the baku.

 

"Did you have a girlfriend? Time doesn't exist. All the girls in school like Azka loh," asked Alvia curiously. The fingers play with the hair and then tuck it behind the ears.

"Daughter? What kind of creature is that? hahaha, I haven't got anything like that." My words were met with Alvia's sweet laughter. His eyes squinted as he tried to laugh.

 

She looks so beautiful that no one can resist her charm. The celestial angel alone may be jealous of the grace he has.

 

All this time I wasn't too interested in my own story. All the women who approached me all this time were fake. They were just amazed by the popularity I had all along. None of them can fill this empty niche of my heart. Sometimes I wait for him to come.

 

    I finally got it. It felt like there were seeds moving in my heart as I looked at it.

     Trying to bloom and bloom.

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