The Rain Is Pouring's

Petrichors

My name is Petrichora Amelikana Azizah.

"Amel..!!" that's my grandmother's voice calling me. I have to accompany him to the control to the RS. Oiya, I once asked my mother why my name was so complicated if it was just called "Amel".

She said my mother likes to smell the earth after it rains. So my mother named me Petrichora which means the natural scent produced when rain falls on dry land.

And I was born right in the first rain after such a long dry season.

You can imagine how the distinctive aroma of dry soil evaporates into the air and is inhaled into our noses. Sedaaapppp...

The word comes from Greek. Petra means stone, and Ichor, the liquid that flows in the vessels of the gods in Greek mythology (the tears of the gods).

Actually, my mom's not a fan of Greek mythology. It's just, I'm figuring out what it means more completely than Wikipedia.

"Amelite.. Amel.." again grandma called me.

"Yes, Grandma! Wait a minute, I'll take out the bike first." I said. Yes, that's how we deal with the elderly. We need to be more patient in taking care of them. My advice, be gentle.

Oiya, the name Amelikana comes from the word Amelia which means hardworking woman. "Kana" is derived from the scientific name of a flower, "Cannae Lily" or tasbih flower. My mother said, the flower contains many benefits . Remember yes, useful not used..until here do you understand?

And of the two names, of course, related to my mother who became a Biology teacher, so my name is not far from science.

Azizah, taken from Asmaul husna is Yaa 'Aziz which means Mighty or Noble. You gave me this name so that I could grow up to be a noble woman.

I am so grateful to both of my parents for passing down such a beautiful name and having such a great meaning. At a time when many of my friends complain why their names are ancient and even have no meaning, just the origin of giving names.

I am proud to be Petrichora Amelikana Azizah, the only daughter of Ibu Hestiana Arumsari and Mr. Galuh Witjaksana a lecturer in Philosophy from a renowned university.

I last saw them when I was 8. Before finally they disappeared during the climb to the top of Maha Meru.

If they had died, where were the bodies of my parents? No one had found their bodies even until this second after 18 years had passed. If they were still alive, why would they never come home to me.

Shouldn't I be their main reason for surviving under any circumstances? Father, mother.didn't you also want to see me grow up? Amel misses..

This is the first and most heartbroken of my life

On the quiet side, it's also difficult

My miss is not brimmed

Oh why looking for you is like looking for a needle in a haystack

I used to be delirious about calling my parents

One night, my grandmother cried beside my bed

From there I realized that I was not the only one who was sad

My grandmother too

Even grandma became even sadder every time she found out I was lamenting

"Duh, Gusti. I could not bear to watch Amel who continued to long without end. If my son and daughter-in-law are still alive, please give them back to us.." he was so sincere in asking that his tears were welled up.

A year after my parents were declared missing and the search was stopped, my grandfather passed away. I feel like this disaster has come in a row.

From then on, my grandmother and I lived together. My grandmother sells apem cakes to the market every day on a bicycle. I often helped him make dough. Grandma helped my school fees, as for the brothers who helped me and like to give pocket money.

All the brothers from my father and mother cared so much for me, they wanted to adopt me but I refused. I feel comfortable living with my grandmother. I also could not let him stay alone.

Sometimes I feel jealous when I see my friends being picked up by their parents. When Lebaran can be sung to his mother's father. Who when there's a school picnic out of town can come along, then what about me? I chose not to come.

"For children who do not participate in the study tour to Jakarta, you have to make a paper about tourist attractions in Indonesia." said my Junior High School class guardian. And I went to the cafe. Even in High School.

"Why is life not fair to me?" I muttered at that time.

My grandmother and I lived in a state of poverty.

When I like someone, I am afraid to say it. Of course nothing else and not because we are different castes.

12 Years ago..

"Mel, I like you. Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"tanyakanya.

"I'm sorry I can't take you.." I replied.

"Why?" tanyakanya.

Sorenya....

"I was in an accident." A short message on old age hape.

"Seriously?" my many.

A very innocent little Amel cried suddenly. That's where he felt the sadness. His heart was very scared.

"I want you to say I love U to me" he said

There's another message coming in..

"My son is Raka's father, please don't reject my son one last time. Thank you." Thank you."

Finally, an Amelikana believes and obeys the man's request.

He was afraid that Raka would die and this was all he could do to the poor man for the last time, he prayed fervently for Raka's operation to go smoothly.

"I Love You.."

"I Love You.."

"I Love You Raka!!"

5 Minutes later..

"Raka?"

"Raka?"

"Raka?"

"Yahoooooo!!!!!!!"

Little Amel was crying crazily, was he an accident because of me? All those flavors are raging into one.

"Lord, don't take him now from me.."

half an hour later..

"Love you too. I just ngetes you alone." she replied.

"Whataaaaaaaaaaaaaaah????" Little Amel was surprised and astonished.

"The real LUCK!!"

After that he hosted. The next day he was with another girl.

I'm sorry, I should have prayed at that time "just take him, I'm sincere God.."

Is love for him just that much?

He's messing with orphans!!!

"Yahoooooooooo!!!!!!!!!"

"If killing you is equivalent to killing a lizard, I can assure you that a jerk like you has vanished from the face of the earth. What the ****!!!" the little Amelikana shouted furiously.

Pabboo.

I was riding a matic while smiling at my grandmother. It feels so bad to remember those ridiculous memories in my life. And now I don't want to meet that guy again.

My grandmother was in the early queue.

"Please go with Raka's doctor" the officer said.

MAX JLUEBBB...

I wish it was someone else. Not that asshole.

It.tokk.tokk..

"Please enter.." he said.

BUHHH.. BEUUUHHHHHH'S..

"That voice..? Gosh darn..No way.." I muttered.

I think this mask is enough to help disguise.

"Please ma'am." said the doctor and I was very surprised.

"Gilaaa.." murmured. I pretended not to know him.

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