Send My Letter to Heaven's

Rain and Foreign Men

“You're still waiting for someone?”

“E-emm yes. You want to go home first?”

“No. I'm waiting for you.”

Kenzie smiled faintly. Today we are in charge of the cafe. Brother Dhafib left with Brother Andrian from 2pm and has not returned until the cafe closes.

It's common for me and Kenzie to replace Kak Dhafin to guard the cafe if my sister is having business outside. A bit of a hassle because I'm having a hard time catching customers' speech. However, thanks to Kenzie's help, I was able to finish it a little easier.

From the side I could see the look on Kenzie's agitated face. We are still in the cafe. I again make sure the front of the door that I have changed to ‘close’ and all the doors and windows I have locked the meeting. Awake, if there is a thief coming in. My brother could be upset if he found out something was missing.

I've seen Kenzie check his phone many times. Either wait for an incoming call or wait for an incoming message.

From the direction of the window behind me, there was someone knocking quite hard. We spontaneously looked towards the window.

A girl with long hair pinned a small ribbon in her hair knocked on the window glass with a panicked face. Sometimes the girl looks back. Is it possible to follow someone?

Kenzie ran and opened the main cafe door. Making the bells above the door clink loudly. Before long, Kenzie grabbed the girl's body and held her tightly. A hug I can't describe how she looks worried about hugging her girl.

Kenzie's hug is reciprocated. The two hugged each other. Swap warmth through the decapitation channeled in front of the cafe. Ignoring there was still me standing staring at them from within.

My chest hurts. My tears flowed but my lips smiled. Of jealousy? Yes, you could say I was jealous. However, when I realized who the girl Kenzie was holding, I had no right at all to be jealous.

His name is Kimi Nisaka. A Japanese transfer girl who is now Kenzie's girlfriend. 3 Months older than Kenzie and one year older than me.

Kimi is beautiful, kind and absolutely perfect. Fits well with Kenzie who is also handsome and perfect.

Slowly, I wiped my tears. Enforce yourself and take the backpack lying under the table. As hard as I can, I try to smile. ‘Do not be selfish,’ I said inwardly.

I walked over to the two who were still hugging. Pause for a moment to break the action of hugs between them. Tears clearly melted on Kimi's cheeks. There's a problem, maybe.

I don't want to guess, and I don't want to guess. If Kimi is in trouble, he comes to the right person. Kenzie will be able to calm him down and will be able to make him forget his problem. That man is very reliable.

“Sorry, I just wanted to say that I came home first.” Kenzie widened his eyes with his mouth slightly open but I quickly refuted with my words again. “Ken, you can take Kimi in. I'm getting home on the bus. Not outside, you can get sick.” No response from Kenzie. The man just nodded.

I smile. A little step aside gave them a gap to get into the cafe.

The two now sat facing each other on the bench I had sat on with Kenzie. Kimi's hand was held tightly. The girl was still crying, and occasionally Kenzie wiped her tears using her hands. Romantic right? Unfortunately, I am jealous of their romance.

A little unwilling, but inevitably I set my pace to walk backwards. Turn around and walk as quickly as possible leaving the cafe.

My mind and heart continue to fight. My heart keeps getting jealous, but my mind tries to awaken my heart. Two problems in one path of my love story.

I looked back. I don't know how far I walked. Most importantly I managed to get away from the reach of the cafe. My eyes look around. Slender. Lonely here. Not many people pass by. Vehicles did not cross much either.

I took a long breath. Looking up at the dark sky. I'll make sure it rains soon. Usually when it rains like this, Kenzie is always next to me. Stand or sit next to me with one hand holding an umbrella.

We spent a lot of time together. And the rain is one of the things we really like. Kenzie likes the rain. I love the rain, too, because of Kenzie.

Kenzie taught me to cry and to vent my anger and resentment under the rain. And I proved the boy's words. I often cry in the rain. And I thank you for the rain, for blotting out my tears. Pretty happy with that one thing.

Kenzie also used to tell me to listen to ballads. One of Kenzie's favorite recommendation songs is “The Truth Untold” song from one of the Boy Groups named Bangtan Sonyeondan. The lyrics and description are similar to mine. When I heard the song, I cried. Imagine how cowardly my love is that I'm afraid to confess just because I'm a cripple.

I was embarrassed when Kenzie found out that I put my heart on him. I was afraid Kenzie would leave when he realized that I secretly liked him. As much as possible I try to forget my feelings for her. However, the more I dispel my feelings, the more I can't let her go from my heart.

I looked back up into the sky. A water drop fell on my forehead. I glanced around, trying to find shelter before the rain fell more and more.

My eyes caught a stop not far from where I was standing. Looking to the right and left made sure the streets were completely deserted before I ran towards the stop across from where I was standing.

And right, just as my feet were stepping in front of the stop, it was raining heavily.

Exhaling a long breath, I stared at the raindrops that were falling more and more. My memories revolve around my memories of Kenzie spending time together when it rained. Walk and run around in the rain, or at least scramble for umbrellas in the rain until our bodies are soaked.

A question buzzed in my mind. ‘What are Kenzie and Kimi doing now?’

Grimacing softly, I felt my chest that suddenly felt tight. Trying to shake off my jealousy, but unfortunately the feeling of jealousy never wanted to go.

Kimi's Kenzie's girlfriend, I'm just his little friend. What right do I have to be jealous of? Never mind, discussing my feelings of jealousy will be endless.

My eyes rolled back to the streets. A little shivering when the night wind hits my skin without excuse. Until my eyes stared at the tall figure who passed by just like that in front of the stop.

I thought that guy would come by. But I think I was wrong. The guy kept walking. Ignoring the stop I was waiting for and I was sitting with a herd staring at him.

His face is not so clear. A man, tall, still wearing a school uniform, his body drenched.

I try to ignore the stranger who just passed by. However, my eyes met a greeting with a yellow light from the opposite direction that moved indeterminate direction. My eyes rounded as the truck drew closer to the stranger.

Following my instincts and instincts, my feet worked themselves running towards the stranger earlier. My hands dragged him until our bodies fell to the ground with my back hitting the pavement first.

I complained, while the person I saved just now never woke up from his position that oppressed me.

“Hey, can you get up for a minute?! My back hurts!” I said a little scream. Afraid that the man would not hear because of my voice mixed with the torrent of rain.

Still unmoved, I groped the stranger's shoulder and turned his back. How surprised I was when I first caught him was he who was silent with his eyes closed. I'm sure he didn't faint. But I'm sure she's crying.

I'm marginalizing my body. Massaging my painful back, then sitting near a stranger who is still not up from his position.

Before long, the stranger's eyes opened. I ventured closer, I pulled the hand of the man named Jovin. helped him stand up, and cleaned his dirty pants exposed to the ground.

After I felt clean enough than before, I looked up at Jovin. The man is tall. As tall as Dhafin. His eyes look at me. His calm face suddenly turned cold. Her lips turned blue and slightly pinched.

I took two steps back. Afraid that person is disturbed. “Sorry,” I said slowly.

“Why help me? Why not let me die in a hit?”

I stared intently at Jovin's face. It is easy to ask to die. Did one die an escape from desperate people?

“Don't die. Your business will not be finished with you stay dead.” I don't know, sometimes I want to end my life when I'm not strong with the cruelty of the world. But. I think I should start to rise from all my downfalls. A little trying to get up will not add to the burden of trouble.

“You don't know me.”

“Do not have to know you first to help you.”

“I don't need your help.”

“What's so hard to say thank you?”

“Go!” My body stiffens. That guy yelled at me?

I slowly walked backwards. “By pleasure.” I don't know him. He doesn't know me. We don't know each other to be involved in a longer affair. So, now let me go as he says.

Greebbc...

My hands are smothered by it. I looked over, and I saw her eyes blushing. Now I am more convinced that Jovin Jovin is crying.

It's a shame she's crying in the rain. Her tears were subtle.

We clashed. The man walked closer to me. His face drew closer until his forehead ended on my shoulder. I felt his body go up and down. The man was crying and sobbing on my shoulder.

I was silent, not intending to stroke her back or tell her to stop crying. Let her cry. There is no law that prohibits men from crying. All beings are allowed to cry when their hearts are not strong enough to withstand a happy overflow or overflow of wounds. Crying is legitimate. Open a disgrace that must be covered.

Long enough Jovin cried on my shoulder. My legs were cramping, and my body was getting cold.The rain had not yet shown any signs of easing. My house isn't far from here, if I take the bus only once. But unfortunately, the bus also had no sign of his appearance.

Jovin's body no longer trembled as it did when he put his forehead on my shoulder. I very carefully held onto Jovin's shoulder and looked at him. Her eyes were not as bright as before, and now they were looking at me.

I led him slowly to the stop. The stupidest thing I didn't realize. There are stops that we can use to shade, why choose to cry under the rain? It doesn't matter to me, because I'm immune to rain. But what about this guy?

“My name is Hyera. I'm sorry, but you better get home soon. Your body is pale you must be cold. You can get sick later.”

“…”

“I don't have any dry clothes I can lend you. My body is also soaking wet, so where is your home?”

“…”

“Ahhh or at the very least, you can contact your house person to pick you up.”

“…”

“You're..”.

“My name is Jovin. Jovin Kaindra's. Sorry to get you soaked, and thank you for saving me.”

Jovin's voice was a little hoarse. Fortunately, he answered my words. I thought, he can't talk.

“It's okay. You can go home now. Call your house so you can be picked up.”

“…”

Jovin was silent. I'm confused why this man kept silent when I mentioned ‘people home’, does he have any problems with his family?

“I don't want to go home.” An answer that takes a long time and after that he lowered his head.

I stroked his shoulders slowly. “Hey, if there is a problem, shouldn't it be explained and solved? Don't run.” My words try to advise, even though I myself often run away from problems. A loser? Yep... That'sme.

Jovin breathes softly, “I failed.” My forehead winches. “Today there was a singing audition at one of the famous agencies. I failed, I did not escape.” Breathing sounds again. “My sister expects a lot of me. He's a producer and songwriter, and I let him down.” Disappointed look clearly on Jovin's face. I'm sure soon those tears will come back if he doesn't look up at the ceiling.

“My brother didn't sleep for days to make me a song. He produced it himself without the help of anyone else. He was the happiest person when he heard I passed the first stage of the audition.” Speech ceased. His eyes looked back at me. “I can't imagine how disappointed he was when he heard I failed the final audition.”

I was confused as to what to respond to it. I can only stroke his shoulder slowly. We don't know each other, we do. But caring about each other doesn't have to know each other, right? Because those who know each other don't care.

“Speak slowly to your sister. He'll understand. You've tried hard, you can audition at other agencies. Don't give up just because of failure. Your failed ration has already reduced by one. If you want to keep trying and spend your failed rations, you will get closer to your success.”

“…”

“Trying it doesn't have to work right away. Your brother will understand, trust me.”

“…”

Jovin looked at me in silence. I don't know if I'll ever see him again or not. At least, I want to make Jovin back up and not dissolve in his failure.

He must rise. He can do his best. All failures will lead to success. Only the path is different, and the only vehicle to penetrate that road is to keep trying.