Between Our Love and This Morning's Rain
PART 8'S

THE NEXT day things have improved, as well as our relationship with Ms. Kost, has improved again, evident when we say goodbye before leaving for school, as usual Mother Kost smiled sweetly as if nothing happened last night. Maybe Mother Kost realized or understood how to deal with young people.

After saying goodbye to Mother Kost, we also went to school, as usual, both roads passed the same road but with different chatter.

“According to me we have to find a boyfriend deh, Mik,” said Cipto.

“Yes, let us not be too cute,” I chimed in.

“If so, we make a program to find a girlfriend,” suggested Cipto.

“His horror is funny.”

“Gue seriously, Mik!”

“Iya, it's funny!”

“Keep what is its name?”

“We don't name anything, it's just a plan, it's just a wish. Not a program, not a vision or a mission, or anything like that,” I said.

“Although why?”

“When you say this program looking for a girlfriend, I immediately remember the program pregnant women, PKK mother-mother work program, KB.” program

“Ha ha ha.. okay deh!”

We keep going while making plans and strategies what we will do to realize this plan, which is a plan to have a boyfriend. The first thing that we have to prepare is a girlfriend or boyfriend. Yes, we should have our own hands.

“Gue same who is it, Mik?” mummy Cipto.

“Means search.”

“Lo is delicious, already have a candidate, Kinanti.”

“Try to find girls in class, in class are there many girls?”

“But no one's beautiful, Mik?”

“Lo style, select!” kutoyor.

Cipto held his head after kutoyor. “Yes have to choose, Mik, this is my first love. People say, first love is love that you can not forget.”

“Iya deh, it's up to you aja.”

“What was the first night so, too, Mik? The first night is a night that cannot be forgotten.”

“Lo why go there?”

“He he he..”

Cipto is still confused, he has not had a bustle, and he does not know where to look for scuffles. As for me, I fell in love with Kinanti ‘si Marmut’, but I don't know where to start, how to start. All I have in mind is one, I don't want to be away from it.

The break time arrived, I walked to the cafeteria alone, Cipto did not come, he said he wanted to look for scuffles in other classes, he wanted to focus on his plan or what he had called ‘program’.

“In business, we can not be half-and-half, Mik,” said, like a motivator, although a single motivator.

I'm not too attached to Cipto's passionate words but a little strange in my ears. I immediately left him. I walk with my heart and mind somewhere. My mind was floating, floating, thinking about how to get close to Kinanti and I could be her boyfriend. You know where my heart is now.

So far I haven't found anything, I haven't found a way to get close to Kinanti let alone be her boyfriend. I could only walk and stop when someone called me.

“Pick..”.

I looked at him with my heart beating.

“Wait..”.

I stopped to wait for him, stood up and smiled. My eyes, I know my eyes can't lie, or maybe he's the one who can't lie to me, he's too charming for me not to admire. The eyes are the only senses that cannot lie about love.

“Kok hgga ngajak-ngajak?” he said, after getting close and we walked in a row.

“I want you to go to the cafeteria,” I replied.

“Cipto engga tagging?”

“Engga,” answered. “He's again focused.”

“Focus?” Kinanti frowned. “She learned?”

“Not.”

“Terus?”

“She's focused on finding a boyfriend she said.”

“Ha ha ha.

“He he he.

“You want to join the girlfriend?”

For some reason when Kinanti asked like that, my heart was beating faster, I was more agitated. Like there was a nervousness that burst out from my heart, holding me to the point of being unable to move.

“Kok onem?” ask Kinanti. “Udah have a girlfriend huh?”

“Not! Wasn't it! Haven't. Don't have it!” I said, not because.

“Ha ha ha.. how strange is that the answer?” kinanti. “Regular anyway!”

“He he he..”

Kinanti chuckled, sounding like a sneer or maybe she felt something funny about my behavior. I don't know, I don't understand, I'm often nervous when I'm with him.

“Later home with ya?” said Kinanti, before we parted in front of the cafeteria that had become his subscription.

“Home?” I frowned.

“I mean, home from the canteen.”

“Oh. yes,” replied.

“You came home from school?”

“He he he..”

“Yes engga, lah.”

“Bwhen I wish yes.”

“What?” ask Kinanti.

“Engga no,” answered me.

Kinanti smiled and I could only look into her beautiful eyes and a sweet smile. I don't know if that means he put his heart on me or if it's just hospitality. I'm not a good person to read signs, although I used to be a Boy Scout, but I was never taught how to read the signs of people falling in love.

HOME school is a fun time, where we feel free from the pressure of the mind. But going home from school can also be a sad time to have to part with someone who makes us excited to come to school.

“See you tomorrow huh, Ladybug!” he said, before they split.

“Iya, Marmut!” my answer.

And back has to walk with someone who has a variety of oddities, but even so he is a good friend.

“God is good,” said Cipto, inexplicably growing once he brought God in his words. Horrifically. “I have nothing in vain,” he continued.

“Usaha what? Lo business pulse at school?”

“Enak aja,” protest. “And I've said, when you ngajakin I to the cafeteria, I don't want, I want to find a prospective girlfriend aka gebetan.”

“Dapet?”

“Dapet dong.”

“Wiih.. have it been made?”

“Ya has not, lah, all it takes process,” he replied, by not leaving his typical logat.

“Who is it?” my many.

“Name Laila, 1C grade kid. Beautiful, friendly, kind, understanding, considerate, dear family and love to chat.”

“Lo know that far? Though, are you new acquaintances?”

“Today I chatted with him,” replied Cipto.

“Lo chat where?”

“In his class.”

“Lo why to his class?”

“Minjem pen.”

“MINJEM PEN?” I'm shocked, I can't believe it. “Lo child class 1A, enter class 1C only for minjem pen?”

“It was, right, just mode, Mik,” replied Cipto.

“Terus lo dipinjemin?”

“Dipinjemin.”

“NAH LO!” I'm getting more astonished. “You two are friends, you two are both weird!”

“What's weird anyway?” cipto said.

“How strange it is, that guy came from class 1A to class 1C on the grounds of wanting a minjem pen, that's just weird. Uh, up to 1C grade, there's a girl who wants to minjemin her pen and they're direct acquaintances. What's the weird name?”

“That's the name of God's destiny, Mik,” replied Cipto. “Destiny that we never guessed and could not we refuse. We never know how God brings us together with someone.”

Yes, Cipto is right. The destiny God determines about how one meets others who later become part of his life, which then rests in his heart. Every meeting always has a different impression and way of meeting. Like me, like Cipto and like other humans, who have met someone we love in different ways. Some in the usual way even exist in a unique way, such as Cipto. Meetings, whatever the effect, are always fun to remember and miss.

TONIGHT, as usual, Cipto seemed busy with a pile of books and a piece of paper on the table. As I recall there was no assignment or PR, I never learned, let alone Cipto.

“Tumben?” my broom. We were in the living room.

“Gue again made plans, Mik,” Cipto replied without taking his eyes off, he was writing something.

I pulled out a chair, then sat in front of him. “What plan?”

“PdKT Plan.”

“PDKT planned?” I ask, a little confused. “Oh... might mean lo tips and tricks PDKT?”

“Well, yes, it!”

“By the way not yet becus, already lo style!” i interrupted. “What are the books for? There are dictionaries, Biology books, menjaskes books. You want to make PDKT tips and tricks what are healthy lovemaking tips and tricks while talking in English?”

“Oh.. it's just a display, let's be counted diligently with Mother Kost,” replied Cipto.

“Oh.. Imaging is, yes?”

“Iya,” she replied, smiling cunningly.

“Continue, have you been praised?”

“Not yet. Don't know, Ibu Kost hgga looks.”

“Until dawn, Mother Kost will not be seen, Mother Kost nginep at the house of her son, her grandson's birthday.”

“Seriousness?” ask Cipto.

“So afternoon Mother Kost talked to me.”

“Sialan.. keep saying me until I leave this book?” said, annoyed.

“Ya.. where do I know?” my answer. “Lo read aja!”

“Gah!” Cipto got up and picked up the books lying on the table, then returned them to the room. Imaging that failed.

While Cipto was busy tidying up the books he had just issued, I read his writing about PDKT tips written by people who had never PDKT at all.

“Cip, it's like something's wrong, so it's worth it. What does this mean?” my many.

“That's you, Mik, dating. You want to slang anyway!” the answer, from the room.

“Nge-date mean lo?”

“Iya.”

“This lo wrong write.”

“Yes, a little wrong with nothing, lah,” he replied, out of the room and then back to sit in front of me.

“Mistaken but consequently fatal, ****!” I said. “It's not like you make sure he's dating, walking together, eating together, but you want to kill him.”

“Kok lo serem language anyway, Mik?”

“Not my language is serem, lo writing is serem, Cipto,” I said. “Should you write an update, not read!” I corrected the writing.

“Oh...” said, briefly.

“This is a part of watching movies. You think cinema deket?” I said. “We are hostels, the distance from here to the cinema is more or less a three-hour motorbike ride. It's not effective, Cipto. First, we have a motor. Second, if you invite him to take public transportation, it takes longer, until there the cinema has closed.”

“Nonton tancap screen?”

“Engga every day there is a tancap screen, Cipto.”

“Watch DVD in kostan?”

I was silent for a moment, Cipto looked at me, as if waiting for my answer. Then I said, “Emang Ibu Kost has a DVD Player?”

Cipto got up, then stepped into the living room where the TV was. “Engga exists,” answers later.

“Lo should be looking for ideas that are creative and in accordance with our circumstances and his favorite. Lila does not necessarily like to watch..”

“Laila, Mik,” Cipto interrupts.

“Iya, Laila,”. “Lo should find out first, he likes what.”

“Oh.. that's it, Mik?”

“Iya!”

“Terus, this is my writing, how?”

“Lo simple only. Who knows useful in the future!” I said.

Cipto was dumbstruck, looking at his writing.

I shook my head, then stepped out of the house, leaving Cipto still dumbstruck.

I sat on the chair, on the terrace, looking at the dark sky with stars scattered, maybe hundreds or even thousands. A night with stars is the most exciting time to remember and imagine someone we love. Then we let our minds move along with the beautiful delusion and wishful thinking, which then makes us smile happily, but we forget it's all just a delusion.

Many people who feel happy because of fantasy, even many who like to dream so that they feel happy. But we have to remember, the delusion will still be a delusion if we do not try to turn it into a reality, then it will disappear with the stars that are not seen again when the morning approaches.

MORNING came again, along with the chicken cigarette and sunlight that broke through the ventilation gap. I woke up because of the Cipto phone that rang many times. I don't know who called, I don't know and I don't want to know. Cipto himself did not hear the sound of his cellphone, understand, the sound of his snoring beat the sound of his mobile phone ringtone.

I got up, picked up a towel and rushed to the bathroom. I just let it go, I didn't wake up, later if I've finished taking a shower and I've been wearing school uniform.

Soon I finished the bath, then went back to the room, and Cipto still did not wake up. I still let. I wear a uniform, I grout in front of a mirror, I comb my hair, I wear a tie. After that, I saw Cipto, he was still calm in his dreamland.

“Woee... wake up!!” I'm waking Cipto. I shook his body.

“Eemmm...” says, but his eyes are still closed.

“Build... woee!!!”

“Apaan?” saith.

“Wake!! It's noon!!”

Cipto opened his eyes slowly, like a new person waking up from his sleep. Then he sat down and said, “Lo where are you going, Mik?”

“School. This afternoon,” I replied, while fixing the tie.

“It's Sunday, ****!”

“APA?!”

“It's Sunday!” Cipto grabs the phone and shows the calendar on his phone. “Lo see for yourself!”

Damnit. It turns out to be true, today is Sunday and that means that today school is off. I felt clumsy, so misbehaved, so ashamed of myself. “Means earlier I woke up in a hurry, took a shower in a hurry, kept on purpose berggainin lo let you feel bad luck keep lo so hurry, it's all in vain?”

“Ha ha ha.” Cipto laugh. “Makanya, lo don't over time single.”

“What's the connection?”

“If you are single, you must know that last night was Sunday night, so today is Sunday.”

“Sial!”

“Ha ha ha.”

I took my uniform off and replaced it with the clothes I used to wear at home. As for Cipto, he was still laughing at me. Fortunately, I have not yet gone to school.

Cipto got up from his sleep, got out of bed, then grabbed his towel hanging on the wall near the door.

“Gue want to take a shower first, I have an appointment with Laila. Want to come?” ask Cipto.

“Ngapain I come with you guys?”

“So the security guard?”

“Damn lo!”

“Ha ha ha.” Cipto went to the bathroom.

IT's not a sad story on Sunday, but it's a shameful story on Sunday. For the first time Cipto says I am**** and I have to take it for granted. Yes, it is true for today, I am like that. Cipto is taking a shower and preparing for his first date with Laila, a 1C student he just met yesterday. While me? I myself feel defeated by Cipto, I have known Kinanti for a long time, have even talked together, have been to the cafeteria together, but I still do not dare to say, ‘Marmut, Marmut, we're updating yuk?’

Enjoying a cup of coffee on a bitter Sunday morning, hugging the guitar and strumming it soulfully, let out heartbreaking tones like agonizing pain. Ah, I'm too melancholic. While Cipto was dressing up in front of the mirror, I know, it sounded from the busy voices in the room. He is preparing himself for his first date and to show his best performance in front of his first gig.

“Don't forget the perfume!” I told him, with a little scream.

“Make what?”

“Lo should fragrance time lo same way dia.”

“Oke,” replied Cipto, which was then followed by the fragrance spread. “Oya, Mik, what do I need to bring?”

“Don't forget to bring money.”

“Udah.”

“Student Card.”

“Make what?”

“Who knows there was a Satpol-PP raid, let you feel like a bum.”

“OK,” Reply Cipto. Maybe he feels like a bum. “What else?”

“Don't forget the sweater.”

“Make what?”

“Who knows it will rain, you can cover his body using a lo.” sweater

Cipto's out, see me. “Gue doesn't have a sweater,” he said.

“Tuh, you wear my sweater.”

“But if you don't wear your sweater with Laila how? I'm happy if Laila's body scent nempel in lo sweater!” cipto said, full of disrelief.

Yes, sometimes falling in love can make someone easily think tacky, think parno. We are like not willing if what has been used by our demons then used by others. Even if we can, we will keep our footprints so that no one else steps on them.

“Gini aja,” I said, “if later my sweater used with Laila, lo payin my sweater!”

“How much?”

“Two times!”

“Kok is that?!”

“Aggap aja lo divein fate gebetan lo.”

Cipto is silent, maybe contemplating or weighing, considering the benefits. Cipto forgot, or he did not know that falling in love never knows profit-loss, or rather falling in love never knows profit.

I'm still waiting.

Shortly afterwards Cipto replied, the answer I expected, “Oke!” a person is weak when he is in love.

With one nod I allowed Cipto to wear my sweater, then he left feeling happy. I can only take it off with a smile and a very sincere prayer from the bottom of my heart: may it rain down hard.

IN COSTAN alone is saturating, just watching TV with increasingly strange events, such as the flying dragon film in Indosiar, a film whose heroes ride motorcycles can fly but the animation is still not perfect, I don't know why any producer would want to produce it. Not to mention a music show with a hysterical audience for no apparent reason, such as when one of the boyband group gig, suddenly the audience of girls shouted hysterically, not knowing what the motive was, not knowing what, I thought the boyband was perfect while naked, apparently not. Maybe the girl audience was possessed. Mass possession.

Then I changed the channel, there was a gossip show. It's getting more and more unclear, why watch a show like this? I'm not a mom or a housekeeper who complains about pay and employers. I thought, it turns out that Indonesian television is dominated by aides and alays. There used to be quiz shows aimed at brain teasers, but now it is rare even almost lost.

The quiz show is now weightless, the question is too easy. There was even one event that said that he included a quiz event, because there was a prize, but there were no meaningful questions, participants were only told to choose the curtain by relying on instinct and luck. I was thinking, maybe what makes this event inspired by his experience when working on UN first.

Where is the educational TV show? Where are the educational films? Indonesia only has horror films that smell of porn or maybe it is more appropriate to say porn films that have horror. A sinetron? The soap opera is only about infidelity, the seizure of property, then the best way to kill in-laws. Be careful for those of you who have a soap opera maniac maid, your husband may be captured or you killed slowly, because the helpers already have the knowledge he got from watching the soap opera.

Being annoyed, not a show worth watching, I ended up turning off the TV, going back to my room and reading a book. But not a textbook. At least it's better than watching a gossip show.

I threw myself in bed reading a book I got from my birthday gift a month ago, my simple way of enjoying a quiet, lonely and alone Sunday morning. While reading the book, suddenly my phone rang, I let it, I thought Cipto was calling. And a few moments later, my phone rang again, I lazily grabbed the phone lying on the table. It wasn't Cipto, it was Marmut.

“Halo..” I replied.

“You're busy?” he immediately asked.

“Cock, was again a refrigerator.”

“Ha ha ha.. You must be joking, right?”

“He he he..” I just laughed. “What's up?” my question, then.

“You are doing road?”

“Engga, I'm sleeping.”

“Yuk road?” said.

I was silent, dumbfounded, mouth gaping, eyes sparkling, almost in disbelief. Kinanti took me on the road? This dream? I'm sure I haven't slept yet, I just fell asleep reading a book. I pinched my cheek to make sure I wasn't dreaming, sick. Banging my head against the wall, it hurts too. Yess! This is not a dream!

“Halo? Huh hello? Huh hello? Ladybug?” Kinanti called out to me, probably guessing I fainted at her invitation.

“Iya, Mut?” I said, before he hung up.

“Kok hgga answered?”

“This is your answer.”

“What?”

“You know, but I have no vehicle?”

“Ha ha ha..” he laughed, “quiet me, I know you are a boarding boy, so no motor. But you wait in front of your boarding house yes, I will not know where your boarding house is, I will go there.”

“OK!” I replied, steady, excited.

“See you, Ladybug.”

“See you, Marmut.”

After the phone was closed, I still couldn't believe it. It's like a dream, someone I've loved since I first entered High School today to take me away, or the slang terms are up to date. It was like a dream, but I remembered Cipto's words, then I concluded that: this is not a dream, this is destiny.

Now it's my turn to be busy, looking in front of the mirror, dismantling the closet, choosing the right clothes. This is my first date, the first date, because all this time I could only admire someone secretly, even until that person left just like that, I could only be silent. After a long time struggling with clothes and mirrors, I was finally ready for my fisrt date.

I sat on the porch, in front of the hostel, waiting and waiting at the request of Kinanti. Kinanti did not know my boarding, I just gave her a hint via SMS message: my boarding house has a roof.

Shortly after, a motor matic entered the yard, drove slowly and stopped. The rider smiled at me, his smile sweet, as sweet as the first time I saw him.

“Finally met too,” said, get off the bike.

“Always gone?” sahutku, stand up, welcome to his arrival.

“He he he.. I mean, find your hostess, see you too.”

“Kostanku has been here for a long time, never lost.”

“Ah, tau ah!” said, annoyed.

“He he he.. joking, joking.”

“You ready?” she asked.

“Udah,” answer.

“Yuk depart?”

“OK!”

This my first date is very, very simple, just the appearance of what is and the contents of a makeshift wallet. Cipto's already wearing my sweater, he's also borrowing some of my money.

“You brought the motor,” said Kinanti.

“If you want, you can also bring the motor,” I replied.

“Engga ah.”

“Yes, I brought.”

“So did I say that?”

“He he he.. udah, no problem.”

We set off, the motor drove slowly leaving the boarding house. A few meters away the bike was going, a few minutes we were on the bike, but there was no sound and until now we didn't know where we were going.

“Where are we going?” the same question we asked together. Then blushed, wrong way.

“As far as you are,” one same answer, again, which we said together.

“Kayak in the movies,” I said.

“He he he.. yes,” he said. “You like watching movies?”

“Suka.”

“Film what?”

“Film comedy, but there is a romantic, the language is Indonesian,” I replied. “You like watching movies?”

“I also like,” he replied. “But I prefer movies that educate, motivate and inspire. Like Laskar Pelangi.”

“Iya, I also like Laskar Pelangi,” I chimed in. “You like Korean movies?”

“Hmmm... engga likes,” answers.

“If Korean boyband?”

“Ha ha ha. let alone that, a bunch of cute guys, jogged-jogged while singing. Amused I saw it.”

“Ha ha ha..” I laughed hearing that. We have the same thought. “If boyband Indonesia?”

“Ha ha ha. udah ah, do not need to be discussed, sometimes I am ashamed of myself,” he replied. “Or don't-don't you like boyband?”

“Ha ha ha...” I just laughed.

“Why laugh?”

“I like matiin TV if there is a music show that has a boyband.”

“Ha ha ha.. same.”

Maybe I should say, for a while I found one thing in us, between me and Kinanti: we both don't like boy bands.

I can't imagine what it's like to be a guy who has a crush on a boyband fan, inevitably we have to be willing when we are asked to deliver our booby hunting CD boyband his favorite. I can imagine how the face of the cashier looked at us full of joy. Indeed, there is nothing wrong with boyband, there is no sin to form a boyband, it's just that, in my opinion, their presence in the Indonesian music scene makes the world permusikan Indonesia a bit ‘aneh’.

All right, for a while, we forget Korea and we forget the boyband, we go back to me and Kinanti who are still confused about where to go.

“We are strange yes, we walk but we do not know where to go?” kinanti.

“Iya,” I replied, “maybe I was too cool when you ajakin road, until I forget we want the way to where.”

“I'm also weird,” said, “I'm sure you're walking, but I don't know where you're going.”

“Ha ha ha..” and we laughed, laughing at our respective oddities. When we are going to date, all we have in mind is a feeling of pleasure, to the point that we forget, where we are going to spend our pleasure for today.

AFTER a long silence, probably preoccupied with each other's thoughts about where to go today, I turned the motor towards the Floating Cottage. A place to eat is built in the form of small lodges above the lake.

“What are we doing here?” ask Kinanti.

“We eat first, while we think we want to go where.”

“Agree!”

We got off the bike and ordered food. Two grilled chickens and two orange juice, while Kinanti was already waiting at the cottage she had chosen. Actually this place is quite cool to hang out and courtship, the place to eat is separate from the others, a small cottage made of bamboo, built on a lake, and the, it is about three times three meters. A great dining concept. I liked.

“You come here often?” ask Kinanti.

“Rarely,” I replied. “Most if again BT, if again bosen, come here, order coffee, continue to sit here while worrying about lake water.”

Kinanti was sitting in front of me, she looked cheerful, her straight hair she let unravel, scattered about swept by the lake breeze that was a little firmer than usual. “You must often invite your girlfriend here?” either he asked or he tried to guess.

“Ha ha ha.”

“Cock laughing?”

“Pacar?”

“Iya.”

“I don't have a girlfriend.”

“Then?”

With a little embarrassment, I said, “I've never dated.”

“Ha ha ha..” now it's her turn to laugh.

“Cock laughing?”

“Sama.”

“Ha ha ha.”

It turns out we have one more thing in common, which is that we have never been together. I don't know, I have to believe it or not, a girl as beautiful as Kinanti claimed to have never been dating, it feels very impossible if there has never been a man who put his heart on her, before me. But it's none of my business, the most important thing right now is that I like it and if it turns out that I'm in love with it, let me love it for today and tomorrow without caring about yesterday.

Soon the waiter came to deliver the food, and we ate while having a light conversation. Every now and then I steal a glance, I see this beautiful girl chewing her food softly, slowly and as if full of feelings. If the food could talk, I'm sure it wouldn't scream.

LONG ENOUGH we are here, even when the waiter has tidied up the leftovers we are still here, no one talks about ‘we are going to where’, no one talks about , as if enjoying a cool lake and seem to forget the question ‘we are going to go to?’

“Beautiful huh?” kinanti.

“Have?”

“Not, ih,” answered, blushed. “His fund.”

“Couplethink you.”

“Gombal deh!”

“I lengga gombal.”

“Terus?”

“I speak as is.”

“Speaking what is or is there anything?”

“Two,” I replied.

“Ha ha ha.”

In addition to the meeting, there is something else that we never expected before, something that may be part of destiny, something that God might deliberately create as a first date impression, namely rain. It didn't take long, the clouds just gathered together, then created a cloudy and unstoppable rain.

“Kepik, rain,” says Kinanti.

“Iya, Mut, I know,” I replied.

“This is not about you know what engga.” is

“Terus?”

“About how do we get home?”

“Later, bright wait. We're here first, have a chat.”

Kinanti nodded, then smiled.

We went back to chatting, occasionally silently listening to the sound of rain falling on the roof, looking at the rinciknya that hit the lake. I saw a clear eye, as clear as a raindrop, as clear as dew on the outside of a cold glass of juice.

One thing we forgot about the beautiful rain was the lightning. The atmosphere that should be romantic, it becomes terrible.

“Put, I'm afraid.” says Kinanti.

I got up to move to sit next to her, leaning against the wall of the cottage, next to the shivering beautiful girl. I opened and took off my shirt to cover her body, and I just wore a black shirt. Honey, I lent my sweater to Cipto.

He looked at me, as if his eyes were saying, ‘You don't get cold?’

And I looked into his eyes, answered his gaze, ‘For you, let alone the cold, freeze even I willingly.’

“Quiet, you don't be afraid. There's me..” I said, trying to calm him down.

He smiled, he looked calmer. We sat leaning, next to each other, even though the air was so cold, I didn't dare to touch it, we just grabbed ourselves. It feels warmer, as warm as a smile.

Suddenly...

“DUAARRRRR!!!”

“AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” I screamed loudly, like an electrocuted man.

“You're the one who shouted?” ask Kinanti. “Kan who is afraid of my lightning?”

“I'm scared too,” I replied.

“Keep, earlier you said, ‘calm, there is I’ what does it mean?”

“I mean, you are not alone, there is me who is also afraid of lightning.”

“AAAAAA!!!” Kinanti.

“Mut, the lightning is done, why are you screaming?”

“Oh yes, yes?”

We were back together, looking at each other, without a sound, without words. We are in fear, but we are in a state of silliness, or maybe it is a silly fear. But one thing that made me grateful and happy, between the rain, the lightning and the fear, we became closer, both physically and heartily.

And after the rain subsided, we decided to go home because the weather did not support to travel, of course we do not want to rain or shelter for the second time. One thing I believe in, this is God's destiny about my first date with Kinanti, as if God gave a deep impression that is so easy to miss and can never be forgotten. The rain will always remind me of today.

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