Send My Letter to Heaven's

Him and the Rain

“We'll see you again.”

My eyes stared at the tall figure standing looming in front of me.

The rain had just stopped wetting the earth and its contents. Leaving a puddle in every corner of the road is also moist which is out around the body of living things around it.

About three hours ago I walked out of the store. There was nothing I was looking for, just wanting to breathe fresh air, I thought, before the rain came and ganged at me.

Yeah, 3 hours I'm stuck here because of the rain. Take shelter in a small shop not far from my shop.

“Ahh you again.” I smiled back at Jovin.

The boy stood in front of me as I straightened up to leave from where I was sheltering.

“Rain.” Flat talk.

“It's gone.” I reply to smile a little.

“Do I drive you home?”

I looked at Jovin's body from top to bottom. The boy was only wearing a black and white sports suit. Not my school gym clothes.

“No need, my store is only a few blocks from here, not far away and I..”.

“No rejection.”

Cutting the speech of the interlocutor does not include disrespectful actions? And that kid just did it to me.

Actually I'm not so concerned about it, but yes... “Alright.” I couldn't resist in the end.

Jovin took two steps. Make sure I walk first. I took three steps forward to align my body with that child's body. Slightly glanced at him, ascertaining whether the child showed expression or not, a smile or not, but the face still showed a flat mimic.

We walked in tandem. No one opened the conversation, neither me nor Jovin. Shut up and get immersed in each other's thoughts.

His two hands went into his pants pocket, his head lowered on the wet road below him, his hair slightly wet from the drops of water falling through the twigs and leaves.

Intentions want to open the conversation, but too confused looking for topics to be commensurate with the content of the conversation.

Afraid that the topic of conversation that I opened actually made us more awkward. It made us quiet even longer. Or worse, it makes us uncomfortable with each other.

Isn't one of the things that is difficult is to open the topic of conversation? And I became one of the people who are not good at opening a conversation with the other person.

Too confused struggling with the contents of my mind, brought me to two figures that were about 500 meters from where I and Jovin were.

We arrived in front of my shop by the way. It didn't take long because it was the distance I was sheltering with my shop not far away.

Intention wants to find fresh air, but failed because of the rain that fell first without permission.

I regret coming home after the rain. I should have continued my steps in search of fresh air, or fresher air, because I think the air around me right now feels very stuffy and crowded.

My eyes looked at the two figures facing each other across my house. Not exactly, because my house and the house were separated from the street and another house.

My eyes were hot, but I held back from crying or held back from being caught wanting to cry.

“That's not your girlfriend?”

In fact, I almost forgot the figure of Jovin beside me.

I hurriedly turned my eyes to Jovib. Smile for a while before answering her question.

“Name Kenzie. She's not my girlfriend, she's. my friend.” There was a strange gelenyar that felt like an electric shock hit my chest. It hurts to say ‘dia my friend’, forgetting the fact that we are friends, even though my race to her has exceeded the limits of friends.

It's painful and embarrassing if Kenzie finds out about my true feelings.

Should the boy know?

For God's sake I won't tell you anything about how I feel about her.

“I thought you guys were dating.”

Once again I shook my head and smiled poignantly, “Only friends from small and no more than that.” Yeah, it won't be more.

Jovin nodded in understanding. Our eyes are back on two figures – Kenzie and Kimi – who have changed positions. My max, of those who only faced off, is now becoming more and more face-to-face. You know my max? They hugged.

The habits that the boy did for me, but it felt different compared to his treatment of me and Kimi.

I smiled bitterly. Kenzie clutched the girl's body, in front of me. Want to know what my heart is right now? One word to describe it, ruined.

Should I cry?

No. gabe.

I won't cry. Especially now there is Jovin who looked at me from earlier, where maybe I was crying.

Wait for.

Looking at?

“Why look at me like that?”

“Crust a myth?”

“Huh?”

“There is a myth said, a friendship between the opposite sex that is too long established can grow a strange gelenyar called love.”

My eyes widened a little to hear his words. Smile awkwardly to eliminate nervousness. “What are you talking about?” in fact, it is not a myth.

“There is no feeling of being just a friend between a man and a woman.”

I-i know.

But I always try to dodge and get rid of that crazy feeling. “Do not talk ngawur. Already come, help me in the store.” My hand was dragging Jovin's hand which felt quite big in my grasp.

Interestingly it was a little difficult because his body was bigger than mine. Take him to the florist and tell him to come in.

“I why here?” What silly question is that?

But... I also don't know what he's dragged here for?

“As of you want to do.” I have no reason to bring her into the store. But I also don't want to be alone for now.

“You often rain?” Ask after previously changing the writing ‘close’ on the store door to ‘open’.

“That's how it is,” My answer is sober.

Jovin walked over to me. He propped his hands up on the cashier's desk, then looked at me intensely.

Either only my feelings or it's true, even though I just know him, but I feel familiar with the figure of this child.

“Why do you like rain?”

Staring for a moment at Jovin's bead, I brought my ass down to the padded seat available at the checkout stand.

“Rain is weird.” I said while playing the black pen “Some people hate the rain because his arrival can bring disaster. But some people like the rain because the rain comes bringing blessings.”

“Then, which side are you on?”

“Depends on my heart.”

Jovin's eyebrows raised one.

“Maksutku, depends on my mood.” Sighing softly, I opened the lid of the pen I was holding. Take a piece of paper and write the word ‘hujan’ there. “Compared to the rain, I prefer the person who introduces me to the rain. To him who made me familiar with the rain. To him who can calm me because of the sound of the rain that blends with his beautiful voice as he sings the verse with a distinctive tone and the meaning of the lyrics that are so piercing. To him, who told me even without a rainbow, the rain will always look beautiful.”

He's the man I love, but I can't have him.

The man who told me through a piece of lyrics but was able to make me understand.

He. who keeps me close without separation because of the rain.

He who does not complain even though a disabled girl like me always roams nearby.

The owner of my heart, Kenzie Masashi.