Romance In Makara Orange

Let the Rain Kiss You

Let the rain kiss you

Vira wakes up and finds herself on the sofa of the family room. By ourselves. Recalling the last Kosa he saw, Vira's eyes searched for as short as his eyesight. There's no one. All the rooms were dark except the living room where he slept.

The wall clock and the short needle are in the number three and the long needle is in the number five. It's almost dawn. Vira rushed upstairs to her room.

Feeling sultry, the opening of a hijab that is more than a day in use. Cleanse his face with cleansing milk and refreshing water. The ritual he almost abandoned due to the climb to Annapurna.

Vira's face in the mirror was a little darker. Although climbing the mountain is high and cold, but exposure to sunlight is quite intensive. Especially at that time Vira did not anticipate it with foundation or other cosmetics. Totally unthinkable.

The voice of adzan dawn sayup-sayup reverberate. Vira rushed back downstairs to take ablution and morning prayers with mama. There is a special room for congregational prayers located close to the family room.

Vira was forced to wait because it turned out that the bathroom was down there using. There was a sound of running water. Tumben, usually mama always wudhu in the bathroom of his room, thought Vira.

Shortly after, the bathroom door opened. There was a man with a wet face and blue jeans rolled out. The man shook his hair and rubbed his head. The sight that made Vira stunned.

“Abang....................... brother is still here?” Vira is surprised not to find Kosa still in her house. Vira did not realize that she was not veiled.

Kosa was also stunned, looking at the woman who was in front of her. Woman with shoulder hair. His face was similar to that of the women present in his recent life.

“Vira?” said Kosa in a half-disbelief tone. Trying to be sure.

At once Vira was awakened by the eyes of Kosa who looked at her without a blink. Directly Vira looked away and ran quickly towards the stairs. With a gasp Vira returned to her room.

“Aaah, kirain brother has gone home, it is still here,” Vira said to himself. He wears a hijab shirt and stares briefly in the mirror to make sure he is beautiful enough to come down.

Kosa was sitting on the dark green sofa, waiting for her to come down.

“Vira want to pray together Brother? Mama is waiting there,” said Kosa while pointing to the prayer room located on the right of the family room.

“Iya, want to Bang, For a moment, Vira take ablution first,” replied Vira flat and slow, behaving as if nothing happened.

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After morning prayers, Kosa wants to go home. Mama Vira offers breakfast.

“Don't go home first Son Kosa. Breakfast with mom here!” pinta mom.

“No need for aunt. Just stay home."

“Breakfast here only, same Vira. The house is just two. That's why aunt Nak Kosa was staying here. Sorry to be sleeping there. His body must have gotten sick!”

“Hehehe, it's okay aunt, it's common koq sleep anywhere,” answered Kosa politely.

“Mah, let Vira who made breakfast the same brother yes! Mama just sat down, just take it right,” said Vira who then gave a code to Kosa to follow her to the kitchen.

“Vir, brother go home!” pinta Cosa.

“That's brother, it's mom who asked brother for breakfast here. Brother said to mama!”

“Gerah Vir, brother has not yet taken a shower. The last time you took a shower, you were going to pick up Vira at the airport. Smell of asem!” sahut Kosa who raised his right hand and frowned because he pretended to kiss his armpits.

“Iya, stinky asem. Kirain's brother came home last night. Vira cariin is not. Sleeping where?” ask Vira.

“In living room. I also want to go home confused. Vira's mom's asleep. Yaudah sleeps here!”

“Why not wake up Vira in Bang?”

“Sleep kayak kebo that, difficult to wake up,” joking Kosa that makes Vira laugh amused, do not deny because it was after Nepal yesterday had not had enough rest.

“Yaudah shower here aja Bang, ntar Vira fetch towel. Dress up papa aja ya!”

“Don't Vir, shy ah. Go home!” tawar Kosa tries to dodge Vira's request.

“Udah ah Bang, please! Abis shower later we bikini breakfast for mama ya!” bring Vira.

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Kosa feels so fresh today. The first time he stayed at home women even bathe and wear pants papa Vira. I don't know why Kosa feels like part of this house.

“Abang if breakfast likes what?” ask Vira.

“What aja. Brother is an all-eater. Said he wanted to make mama, koq nanya to brother?”

“Mama likes sweet cakes while drinking coffee,” said Vira.

“Abang also likes. What cake would you like to make?” ask Kosa.

“Bikin brownies to Bang! I have not eaten for a long time, mostly eating dimsum in Nepal,” said Vira while laughing.

Vira weighs the amount of the flour using a glass and measuring spoon. Vira makes gluten-free brownies using a mixture of rice flour, tapioca flour, and cornstarch. Mix the chocolate powder into a flour mixture and stir well.

Rosa helps him by whipping a fine-grained sugar and three eggs. Vira put melted chocolate blocks and butter into the egg shuffle and then lastly put the flour mixture. The vocabulary that sprinkles slices of almonds and chocochips over batter that has been poured into the rectangular baking pan.

Kosa enjoyed cooking with Vira.

“Wait thirty minutes Bang. We make coffee for mama same brother yuk!”

Kosa did not expect to make coffee as good as the cafe that Vira had made is not difficult and requires expensive costs. It turns out Vira can make it simple.

Vira uses a dripper, a kind of glass with three small holes lined with filter paper. Vira heats up the swan neck teapot and leaves it at 90 degrees Celsius.

“The temperature is as early as Bang, because mama likes there bitter-bitter coffee so!” lang Vira's.

Vira mixes one cup of mug with a mixture of arabica and robusta coffee.

“This is papa Bang's favorite, arabica mandheling, really fragrant. But if mama likes bajawa. Later mixed with robusta coffee brand k*p** a**. It's been a bang!”

“Koq you know Vir? Learn from where?”

“Earning a day course. Pretty much!”

Breakfast this morning was fun. Mama Vira told a lot about little Vira to Kosa. Vira who likes to climb trees, likes sports, but is quiet. Not too much hanging out. His friends can be counted with fingers that have played at home.

Mama is happy when it turns out that Kosa can be close to Vira, not expecting that her daughter can be close to men more than just friends.

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“Vir, brother go home first yes, mumpung not raining!” pamit Kosa as she lifted her head looking at the gray morning sky.

“There was a gift for Vira from Yogya yesterday. All of you take yes, it's in the car.”

Vira escorts Kosa to the car and picks up a dark brown bag containing a knitting bag.

At that time also appeared a luxury sedan car in metallic black pulled over and parked it behind the car Kosa. Vira felt like she had seen this car somewhere.

A man in brown skin and black glasses came out of the car. The man was wearing black jeans in a casual suit wrapping around a plain white shirt he was wearing. His face was clean so it showed pieces of perlente like a young entrepreneur

While Vira thought it was a rude neighbor guest or maybe her boyfriend Natha until it got closer, Vira found a familiar face. This latter face was on his mind other than Sin.

The man is now in front of Vira and Kosa. He opened his sunglasses and smiled. “Halo Vira, how are you?”

“Mas Cokro? Is this really Cokro? Koq can?” ask Vira not to believe it. His eyes were round and his mouth was open.

“Bang, recognize this Mas Cokro! Uh yesterday was an acquaintance, right?” connect Vira who looks nervous.

Sin forced himself to smile. Got something strange about this guy coming in the morning. The cloudy morning.

Mas Cokro carries a bag with a slippery texture made from art paper. It is soft pink.

“Just want to take this for Vira,” said Mas Cokro while holding out the pink bag in front of Vira.

“Eh, yes Mas, thank you!” sahut Vira who is still nervous and shocked by the arrival of Mas Cokro. In his hand were now two bags, from Kosa and from Mas Cokro.

The raindrops began to fall slowly, disperse Vira's nervousness and the strange feeling that surrounded Kosa. The three quickly ran into the house whose door had not been closed.