The Torrent of Longing

Warmth

That afternoon, me and Dusk were having a casual chat. Enjoying the orange tinge that never loses its beauty. Just like this woman I'm with now. Dusk Purnamasari, a stranger I already considered like my own brother. He was the one who always accompanied me when I needed someone to play.

"Ja, if Dawn suddenly died, what would I do?"

"Thankful"

"Cock grateful?"

"Because maybe it's the best. If God misahin us, it means that it is the best choice of God for us. God's choice is never wrong"

"So if I suddenly Dawn ninggalin kaka, do you think so?"

"Yes that means it. I will continue to hope that God thinks we're just for a minute"

"Well, how about a minute?"

(Senja frowned)

"Long-time wants?"

"Yes, I hope it will never be separated"

"Yes too" (Senja even confused himself)

(Suddenly I came to a realization of a long daydream that left a deep story in the heart)

"Now at the same time and place, I am waiting for you at dusk. Time where we can see the beauty of the orange sky... It's been ten years since that meeting, you never see me again. Why is God so evil? Misahin. Why do we have to be reunited if the edges are separated like this?! Abandoned without clarity.... You are evil ja!!! Wicked!!!"

(Not felt, the grains of tears just fall along with the stub of rain water that is getting increasingly heavy. It was as if I knew the feeling I was feeling right now)

It's getting night. I kept walking in a quiet, quiet place. I kept moving my stick to the path I was going through. And suddenly there was someone pulling my hand along with the sound of a car horn that sounded very fast in my ear. He pulled me to a place that wasn't raining.

"Sister, why aren't you shady? Deres really, really"

It turned out that she was a woman and from her voice was like a child.

I didn't answer the question. I don't think it needs to be responded to.

The longer the air gets colder. I think I'm gonna freeze to death here.

"Kak Dusk, why is it that sometimes every abis test there is a rainbow? Why didn't the rainbow just test?"

Suddenly I remembered the times when I used to play the rain with Dusk. I was very small at the time.

"Borch! I don't want to ask you again ah"

"Sorry ka.. Dawn just wants it"

At once I cried as much as I could, because the answer did not match what I expected. Naturally, I was still too small. I was a crybaby from small.

He also left me alone. But, he came back again while carrying some colorful snacks and sweets.

"This is for you. I'm sorry, yeah.."

I received it with a face as if forgetting the incident that just happened.

"This is all the answers to your question"

"Huh?"

"The question earlier. You forgot?"

I just kept quiet because I didn't know what it meant.

"There's a rainbow after the rain"

"Ooh.."

"So before this brother of love, you cried right?"

"Yep"

"Now?"

"Udah Engga, is my brother already asking for help"

"It's all the same as rain. When you cry it is like rain. And when you are given such colorful and varied snacks that you stop crying, it is just like the presence of a rainbow that comforts the sky to smile back. That's why sometimes there's a rainbow after it rains. Because rainbows want to cheer up the sky. Time yes entertained used to make a cry"

("I don't care what you say about Dusk that matters I'm full" my mind)

"You're beating me up, aren't you?"

"Eh.. I-iya yes"

"The rainbow is just as rich in colorful and tasty candy"

"Roof.. Free to explain at length to this one child mah"

I re-awakened from that very impregnating daydream.

("Until when do I have to keep waiting here?" my mind)

"Eh astagfirullah's.. I forgot to bring people home. I forgot to tell him to sit down, too"

Suddenly the voice of the woman surprised me

"Just go in, son" came another woman's scream from inside

"Ma-sorry ka.. Please come in"

("Oh it turns out that I've been sheltering in people's homes, I thought at the bus stop" my inner self)

"Who is he?"

"You know, but he was playing rain-bun, when it was raining very much"

"There are you son. Yes, please take a hand for him to dry his body, son"

"Ready bun"

"Oh yes, Nadiaaa.. Bring warm water too, to drink"

"Yes bun"

"Thank you in advance ma'am"

"Yes, it's nothing. Oh yeah, where's your house?"

"My house.. Eee.. My home... Wait a minute, which area is this ma'am?"

"This is in the area of Pondok Melati"

"Oh my house is not far from here. My house is in the cottage next door"

"This bun is like drinking water"

"Give it to the brother"

"It's brother.."

He gave me a thud first, then he held my hand and showed me the location of the glass.

I don't know why I feel the warmth of a little family that I'm riding in. They are so good, I am none of them. I imagined if I was in their position. I must be very happy.

Traangs....

Suddenly a very loud voice sounded from within. Like a glass thing that falls and breaks.

"Astagfirullah...."

("It looks like the mother and the child ran straight inside to see what really happened" I thought)

I heard the voice of the girl named Nadia saying the word abah. Could it be his father or his grandfather? I don't know... But now I feel bad about them. I want to say goodbye, but how? They were inside, yes I just left without saying goodbye.

"Sister, sorry there was a little accident inside"

"E-eh, it's nothing"

I want to ask you what just happened. But, I paused because I didn't deserve to know.

"Finally thank you for the dinner and the ride home. I want to go home"

"Yes, you're both ka"

"Titip greetings yes to your mamah and leave sorry also because it has been troublesome"

"Yes, I'll take you"

To be continued...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

"Life is sometimes very strange. Maybe not sometimes, but too often. Too often we experience things we never thought of before. The former can laugh freely with those they know, but a few minutes later the condition could have changed. Which used to be familiar to the extent that like flip-flops, everywhere is always together. But now? That's life. There is a time and a time."

~Fajar Ulil Abshor