Between Our Love and This Morning's Rain
PART 1'S

Love has always been the most talked about thing, as if it were warm as coffee and morning greetings. Love sometimes sounds classic and boring, but it is better than listening to cheap gossip and corruption news that continues to grow rapidly in our beloved country.

“Miko.. You want to go to school?” ask Mother Kost to me.

“Kan, it's raining, Mom,” I'll answer.

“But, right, engga deres?”

“But, right, can make it wet?”

“But, right, Cipto is just school?”

“But, right, I'm not Cipto?”

Mother Kost shook her head, it seemed like she lost arguing with me and ended up choosing to leave my bedroom door.

I looked back out through the clear window glass, it was raining outside and the rain was not too heavy. Cipto, my roommate had already left for school, while I. ah, drinking coffee in the morning while looking at the rain spots was much more pleasant than being in a noisy classroom and felt boring.

Rain is the name for water falling from the sky that usually comes to bring up memories. The water gullet on the wet window glass, the gurgling of the water above the ground looked like a herd of children who were dancing cheerfully. Rain, to me, is nature's way of conveying the longing of someone far away to me who is still faithfully waiting for him here, where we first met, the place where we start living a colorful love story like a rainbow that appears after the rain falls and finally you leave hope with the crying sky.

I always remember it all, and I'll tell you about the one I call the love of my life. Justjust listen...

A year ago, I still remember that day, my first day in High School, despite still wearing the Junior High School uniform. At that time I was boarding in this house and I had one room with Cipto. We went to school together, on foot because the distance from my boarding school to school was not too far away.

“Lo why choose school here?” I asked Cipto, he walked next to me, but we didn't join hands.

“This school is good,” he replied with a thick Javanese accent.

“Tau from where?”

“I used to go to school here,” is a bit awkward indeed, hearing the word mamas I sound like forced slang, but we should just let it go. Never mind hearing my mamas, when I first heard him speak in lo-gue only, I had laughed until I had a stomachache. But we'd better let it go, let him be the cool-looking-People.

I just nodded slowly and kept going.

“If you, why choose a school here?” Cipto asked.

“I wanted to go to school in Unila, but I didn't want to be given.”

“Lho.. why?”

“Unila, right, the university, where the student, while I was still in High School. So, you can not go to school in Unila,” I replied.

“O... damn!” his gerrick. “I thought Unila was the name of a high school, you know the name of the university,” he continued, with a stupid innocent look.

“Lo stay in remote yes?”

Cipto nodded, slowly. His face was getting louder. It's only natural that he doesn't know Unila.

I shook my head, full of pity.

Shortly after, we arrived at school. As a new kid, we didn't know where to go, what class to attend and if we had to ask, we didn't know who to ask.

“We're like a bego, huh?” I said, to Cipto. We were sitting on the front steps of the school mosque.

“Not that we're like new kids huh?” he said, with an innocent face like without sin.

“If it is, no longer like it, but we are new children,” I answer patiently.

“Oh..”

“Eh, mamas lo, right, alumni of the school here, surely he has acquaintances who are still in school here dong?” I asked in the hope that there were seniors we could get to know.

“My mom is a quiet person, let alone a younger classmate, just he does not necessarily memorize all,” he replied.

“Waahh... severe mamas lo!”

“Iya, Mik. He's a severe and also lousy person,” Cipto added. “Gue does that, right?”

“Waduh. I don't know, I just knew you yesterday,” I replied.

Then silence with a blank look far ahead.

It was between that silence and blank stare that I saw her, a beautiful woman entering from the school gate, walking leisurely by herself. His long hair was tied with a pink ribbon, the hair on his front was clamped with rainbow-colored clasps. He's still wearing his Junior High School uniform, just like me and just like Cipto, which means he's a new kid too. So far I could only look at her, even as she flashed in front of me, my tongue felt faint to speak. And he just passed by.

Who is this woman? Why are there so many women passing by, only he makes me want to know him? I need to know who he really is! My inner.

There were instructions from the loudspeakers for all the new students to immediately gather in the middle of the ceremonial field. Cipto and I rushed towards the ceremonial ground, obeying the voice command that came out of nowhere. Maybe there will be an announcement, my inner self, and I seem to know what the announcement is.

“Good morning, Children.” said a well-built man, standing in front of us wearing a teacher's uniform.

“Morning, Sir.” all students replied, including me.

“Include, the name of Mr. Rahmat Sujarwo, Mr. is the headmaster here, previously let you convey a welcome greeting to the children all who will study at this school.” he said, this was followed by a long speech.

I listened nonchalantly, occasionally paying attention and a few times my eyes looked to the left then to the right. You know, I'm looking for the pretty girl I saw.

“Alright, there is not much you can say..” said Mr. Principal. Not much, but almost thirty minutes, my inner. “Now the time and place you submit to Nak Frengki as the Chairman of OSIS at this school.”

OSIS, what else will be discussed if it is related to OSIS, besides....

“MOS is a Student Orientation Period, where you as a new student will be invited to get to know the school environment in order to adapt and socialize well. Be it to teachers, seniors, or to fellow class X,” said the tall, tan-skinned man and there was a little acne on his face. “Later you will be divided into several groups, each group will occupy one room, and the group members we have determined,” continued Kak Frengki.

We, the new boys, can only listen.

“This MOS activity will be explained in the classroom by the MOS Committee, after you enter the class according to your respective group,” he continued. “There are questions?”

No one asked. All quiet.

“Sulan, Brother!” I said, raising my hand. The other students looked at me, and there were even some who looked around. I stood in the middle of the line.

“Iya?” Frengki.

“It is better to just go straight into the class, explanation and questions let in the class alone, here it is hot,” I said boldly and I don't know what makes me dare to say it. Cipto who was standing beside me looked in wonder at me.

Brother Frengki seemed to nod a few times. “Alright, now will Brother read the names of the members and their respective groups,” he said, then.

I am the person who does not like the term senior-junior, let alone the behavior of seniors who are sometimes powerless and arbitrary to their juniors. I'm not disrespecting Kak Frengki as OSIS Chairman or senior at this school, but I don't know, maybe this is not an excuse, I prefer equality.

After the names of the group and the members finished being read, it turned out that I entered Group A, while Cipto was in Group C.

“Why do we have one group huh, Mik?” Cipto asked, impressed to complain about the decision of the MOS Committee.

“Maybe we are not yet a match,” I replied, relax.

“Gue is still sane, Mik!” said, annoyed.

The first day of school there was no MOS activity. Today new students are still treated well, loved and made comfortable. There was no punishment and mental torture, just the introduction of senior brother to junior. Seniors, especially the MOS Committee and the OSIS board, alternately introduce themselves, both male and female. There was a handsome senior, there was also a rather handsome one. There was a beautiful senior and there was also the most beautiful, her name was Cindy. It was the only name I could remember at the time.

Until school, everything went well and as I thought before, tomorrow is the first MOS and all new students are required to wear attributes that have nothing to do with adaptation.

“Tomorrow, which men wear conical hats made of blue cardboard and women also wear conical hats but which are pink,” said a man who claimed to be named Rendi, he is the MOS Committee.

“Remember yes, the male is blue and the female is pink, make no mistake!” another committee added.

“All wear necklace written in his name.” Rendi added, “but his name is not your name, that name is the name of the animal and that name will be your nickname during MOS.”

“We are equated with animals, Brother?” I said, protesting, there were some students who seemed to nod, supporting me.

Then the most beautiful committee approached me. “Dek...” he touched my shoulder, “whose name are you?”

“Miko.”

“Miko, this is only during MOS really, we want to test how strong your mentality is and our goal is to make you brave instead of shy,” he said gently. “We have absolutely no intention to make you a joke or make you a loser,” he smiled and that smile was able to muffle me. Ah, shit, I've always been helpless by the smile of a beautiful woman.

I can only nod. Accepts.

After everything was clear and understandable, we were finally able to go home and prepare everything at home.

I went home with Cipto, after waiting for a while because I was the first to leave class.

Lo group long really out?” I said as we walked out the gate.

“Iya, Mik, there was a kind of lecture like that,” he replied.

“There is ustadz?”

“Not.”

“Kiyai?”

“Yang his senior lecture.”

“Sort of spiritual flush is it?”

“Iya,” Reply Cipto. “In the group lo engga there?”

“Engga tuh,” I answer.

“Kok in my group there ya?” muttered.

“Maybe because there is lo there.”

“Kok can?”

“Maybe they think this lo look there looks criminal or looks full of sin times, huh? So given spiritual flush.”

“Damn lo!”

“Ha ha ha.”

Me and Cipto kept going, joking around without caring we were new kids who were usually still shy and awkward, but we weren't. When I came out of the gate I saw her again, the woman I had seen when Cipto and I were sitting on the front steps of the mosque. She was still like that, her hair was still long, her skin was still white, her face was still pretty and her eyes were two. He was standing near the highway, as if he was waiting for someone, and still as before, I was not brave enough to approach him yet.

“Lo has a crush on him?” Cipto who knew my gelagat immediately asked with all his innocence.

“Engga,” I immediately denied it and stopped looking at the woman.

“If you have a crush, he's one room with me,” said Cipto later.

“What's the name?”

“So he said he had a crush?”

“Yes, I'm just nanya,” I replied.

“Engga tau.”

“Huuuu.. same as a lie!”

“He he he..”

And again, I could only look at him from a distance. And again, he just left after a biker approached and took him away. Maybe his father, maybe his brother or his taxi driver. I hope he's not her boyfriend.

Arriving at the boarding house, after eating and changing clothes, Cipto and I were preoccupied with making MOS equipment for tomorrow. It just so happened that the equipment we had to carry was the same, so we could make it together.

“Create MOS yes?” mother Kost asked, looking at us who were busy with tools and paper in the room.

“He he.. yes, Bu,” Cipto replied.

“Udah on meal?” mother Kost asked, still standing in the doorway.

“Udah,” Cipto reply, again.

“Mother want to give you food?” I asked with a hopeful face.

“Engga. I'm just nanya,” replied Ms. Kost, then left.

“Ha ha ha.” Cipto laughed, maybe he thought funny.

Kutoyor had his head, and Cipto was silent. We are returning to the pending work.

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