Rinai Rain

Part 7: Best Friends

Part 7: Best Friends

Farel Star POV

My feet are running to go home. Hustle and bustle students rumble when they hear the melodious bell home. It would feel like I was screaming to welcome him, but I think I'm too big to do it. Only my smile showed my cheer when I heard bell coming home.

The backpack I was carrying shook as I stepped. It gives rise to the distinctive sound of books\-books that shift with each other. Sometimes my shoulders feel tired because of this big backpack. Every day I carry a lot of books. I've been used to it since childhood. However, there are only a few that I can read. At least there is still something stuck to my head even if only a little.

My house is not far from school. Just a few turns from school to my fence. I never took a vehicle to school. It was more pleasant for me to walk in the cold mornings while enjoying the birds\-birds calling out to each other.

The\-Vehicle of the students was already racing fast on the streets. Sometimes the motor\-motor shows the romance they will remember in High School. One motorbike together with a partner, or one car together with a partner is always the moment they wait\-wait. However, I was another of those who always hoped that a woman would accompany me on the sidewalk of the city, which I would protect when there was a vehicle crossing and gently embrace my hand.

My smile ended at the school gate. The streets are getting dusty. The student of the child's car\-rich children had already rang loudly. Children\-children crazy arrogance, I thought for a moment when looking at the behavior of those who do not appreciate street users like us.

The sound of a motor horn ringing was on me. That pink backpack remembers me for someone. He pulled over, but still with his glassy helmet imperceptible. Slowly he opened his retro helmet.

"Waiters for the rain, are you alone?" he said it out loud. The woman's voice was blocked by the commotion of the street vehicle. I can't hear it very well.

I'm approaching, "it turns out you, Alvia. I told you I like it myself. Go home, I'll go home too."

My feet stepped back and left him. I don't like it when someone interrupts my trip. He looked dumbfounded at my behavior as if ignoring it.

However, there was something strange about this feeling. I never felt anything like this when I ignored someone. The thing I always do is suddenly awkward when I do it to her. Laughing at his disappointed look when I asked him to come home soon. I turned around and....

"What the fuck?" I was surprised to see him smile when he managed to put a helmet right into my head. The helmet sounded when he put it on me.

"Show me Pekanbaru City. I'm the new kid here" he said with a smile.

"Ahhh no, I want to go home Alvia." I removed the helmet's safety. Alvia's hand was in her way. It was clearly felt by me the lines of Alvia's soft hands. Instantly I felt unsettled. Slowly I put it back in. "Okay, this time."

He looked at me strangely.

"Why? I'm not very good with a motorbike" I said. Let alone the motorbike I carry, the bike I am not good at driving it.

"Beautiful but not good at carrying a motorbike, how the hell?" He laughed again while putting his helmet back on. Unlike most people, I was hounded by a woman.

We were traveling around busy Pekanbaru. It was a very clear beat of a metropolitan city that never stopped. It sounds so boisterous that the hustle and bustle of the streets are hit by cross-sectional congestion. The workers have started to go home. Red light hawkers are still eager to get a rupiah sheet that may not be how much. For the buskers who sing street songs that sometimes touch the current social situation.

Many landmarks of Pekanbaru City that we have been through. Regional library, Mayor's Office, Governor's Office, Tugu Zapin, and many more. Everything is in the city center. I explained one by one the places passed to Alvia. We slowly left the city center. High buildings are now replaced with shophouses of Chinese merchants.

"New week is beautiful" I said.

"Ah time?"

"Try me to see for yourself. The people are friendly. Yes, even though Pekanbaru people do not speak Malay. They use Minang."

"Minang language, right?"

"Hahahah, understand dong."

I don't know why my smile slowly widened when I saw her charming smile. Joy, peace, and happiness are mixed into one. Never had my passion been at a point like this or I was just so used to my flat days that I never felt this.

I could feel my blood flowing at any moment. The heart, which is usually normal, is now racing along with my view on it. Bad memories of the ghosts of my past that sometimes just pass by, now no longer exist. What happened to this body?

We stopped at a barbecued corn cabin on the outskirts of Sudirman. The smell of fragrant grilled corn gushed into my nose. I was excited when the young coconuts tried to call me.

"Well, we wait for dusk this time here," said Alvia. Then he ordered grilled corn and young coconuts.

We sat on a wooden chair complete with a round table made of wood. The slow blowing twilight wind carried the smoke of burnt charcoal swerving in the air. The western sky is already orange. Mentari also slowly hid himself while calling the moon to light up the cold night. I felt a moment of twilight that I had never felt before.

"Is Farel okay? I see you're all about that naughty IPS kid, right?" ask Alvia suddenly.

A fresh young coconut came to us. Two pipettes were put in for both of us to drink. The heat of the roasted corn can not be refused. My hand slowly took it with my hand.

Alvia's question just took me by surprise. How did he know about it? True said Alvia, I was bullied by other IPS children who made my emotions peak. At that time my depressive symptoms reappeared. I calmed down in the library. That place I used to go when those symptoms appeared.

"Yes, I was bullied, but it's normal" I said slowly and then bit the warm corn.

"Regularly? So it's been a lot?" alvia asked, but this time in a high tone.

"Lumayan, but let me do it, be sincere," I replied.

If it wasn't for my depression, it's possible that those who bother me would have hung on the basketball pole. Those who do not know my past are harsh.

   "If I beat them, they cry."

"Sok ah you."

"Why do you like twilight?"

   "Sore kept a secret behind it. He shrewdly hid it for the connoisseurs of twilight." Suddenly Alvia spoke. It was beautiful to hear. A sentence that dawned on me would be twilight.

"Alvia, you are also good at making words. What does your word mean?" my many.

"The secret is the harmony we feel now. Only a certain person can open the veil. Farel felt it, right?" answer Alvia.

I thought for a moment. This harmony, the peace of the twilight melancholy, and the beautiful color of twilight, I felt it all. This is the secret of the twilight that Alvia meant.

"Yes I feel it, O waiter of dusk." I laughed when I gave Alvia her nickname.

   "Dusk waiter? What a good name. If Farel is a rain-waiting, while I'm a dusk-waiting, we can see the beauty of the rain at dusk." I nodded at her words.

   I can feel the beauty of watching the rain in the twilight. The orange sky turned dark grey. Rinai the rain fell slowly soaking into the hearts of everyone who enjoyed it. It was a great pleasure to be accompanied by Alvia.

   "Tell me about your family. What about your father?" ask Alvia. I was surprised to hear that. A very sensitive question when it comes to Papa.

I don't want to go berserk here. The symptoms began to appear. My head hurts a little. My memories of the past momentarily flashed.

Only one thing I don't want to cross is the sound of my Papa ringing in my ear. I don't want that. It will only invite longing and pain into one. I touched my head that hurt. My breath is starting to get irregular.

"Farel, you're all right? You sick?" He was amazed at my behavior that was holding back my anxiety symptoms. His voice was disguised by strange sounds that started to ring in my ears.

"Farel, you son of a bitch......" The imaginary voice of my papaku is pitched. But that sentence was not entirely audible. Cut off by the touch of Alvia's hand on my face.

My breath was not sullen as I looked into Alvia's eyes. His eyes were so clear that I could see my shadows there. His gaze was shaded by the two thick eyebrows that were overshadowing him. His eyes gave me peace. Instantly the symptoms disappear.

Justjust like? ask me in my heart when I realize this symptom is only for a moment.

"Farel, you're fine, right?" ask Alvia again. Now I really realized from the fantasy that had crossed earlier. Everything's gone.

"Yes, I'm fine. A little dizzy in my head" I replied. Alvia nodded in understanding. We'll be home soon.

    That night I visited someone. That guy's not too old. Maybe he's still in his forties. But there are some strands of her hair that have turned white. He said he heard softly when talking with someone. Maybe that's the work. Always give understanding gently.

   His eyes looked shabby by the thick books he read. Maybe it was the material he would teach his students. He is not only a psychologist, but also a lecturer at one of the universities in Riau.

A coffee cup patterned leaves always accompany his days in this room. Sometimes someone accompanied him beside him while talking. Maybe the boy is not here.

"Sir Ahmad" I said.

He is aware of my presence. His narrow eyes were staring behind those glasses. That faint smile reminded me of someone, the person who had always accompanied me all this time, Cessa Olivia.

"Hi Farel, you haven't been here in a few days. All right, please sit." He allowed me to sit. "How was your day?" ask Mr. Ahmad. 

"There's been something strange all this time, sir," I said.

"Any point? Tell me how," pinta Pak Ahmad.

"I don't know why, I feel at peace. I'm more excited. Even my heart is beating faster than usual. The symptoms are not as much as I've been feeling all this time" I said at length.

He was seen writing something in his notebook. The wrinkle in his eyes indicates that he is thinking. "Have you met anyone lately?"

"Yes sir, a woman," I answered quickly.

He smiles. His eyes look sparkling. He sighed and then sipped his cold coffee. "You're in love with farrel,"

"Fall in love, sir?" my many.

I slowly stood up and took a few steps back. There is no way I am in love, I said in my heart. I haven't been in love for a long time until I forget how it feels. Even all this time I was always with Cessa never felt it. I slowly left the room.

I opened that door. I found Cessa also holding the doorknob. He smiled at me. He looked very similar to his father, only he did not wear glasses. His long hair he let loose. He did not wear the hijab in his own home area. So I see it quite often with my hair down.

"It's very fast out, usually can be hours," said Cessa.

I couldn't answer his question. I pulled his hand and he ran. I don't care about the patients in line in the waiting room.

My cold hand held onto Cessa's tiny face.

"Cessa, your father said I was in love. Right that?" my many.

"Can be. And he's not the only one aware of that. But I also. It's time you changed Farel. I am sad to see you this way. Even in your dreams, you always call her name. Pursue the woman, at least you're improving because of this." Alvia says her care.

I hugged her, "Thank you Cessa, you're my best friend."

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