Call Me Rain
Ever Meet ?

Alula POVs

I was only five years old, but I don't know why I still remember the last words that the boy said.

"Rlrrain.. call me Rlrain."

After shouting my name, he was seen smiling and then waving his hand.

"Take care of the doll, so that I can find you again" he said before the car drove from before me. The boy smiled with a sweet dimple on his cheek.

From that day on, I kept and kept the doll in the closet.In fact, when Dwi whined at Mom to persuade me to lend the doll, I didn't care.

And I promise to keep it well, according to what the boy said.

If only my circumstances were as before, I might have admitted that the toothless daughter crying in the rain was me, and the girl who received the barbie doll was me.

But my circumstances have now changed, I am no longer the son of a printing press.The difference between us is vast, like the heavens and the earth.I once again stress to myself, I wouldn't deserve to be with my brother.

Brother with all his perfect life as the only son of a famous businessman, can not be compared with the daughter of a driver who lives hitchhiking to his employer.

I also don't know what reason made you remember that meeting, did you feel the same way as me ?

No, maybe it was just a coincidence.

Yeah, it just so happens that my brother still remembers it. Even if you have the same feelings, I will not express my feelings.

Brother will only think of me as a sister, it is enough for me to keep the name of the brother in the deepest heart.

Today, my brother asked me to go for a walk. Instead of going around the mall, my brother actually took me to a night market that was only held once a year.

A little strange indeed, when the children of other rich people go hangout to expensive places, my brother was enthusiastic to invite me to go to the night market.

Satuhal I like from brother, he always looks simple.there is no luxury brand with abundant prices that he uses. I remember, my brother once said.

"What to buy expensive items if the function remains the same."

Like today, he only wears a white shirt with a stripe pattern on the hand, which is combined with dark blue jeans with a slightly faded color.not to forget he wears a navy-colored hoodie, which he wears, favorite color.

Brother came down the stairs with lips that did not stop smiling.he restored his hair to his misty hair when several strands of hair fell over his forehead.

Ah, I don't know why it feels like my chest is tight. I can't breathe properly. In fact, I didn't realize when suddenly he was standing in front of me.

"Woy, I know I'm handsome." he smiled seductively.

I just sneered, but inwardly allowed the words brother.ish sucks.

"Well on the road ! don't come home late at night !" countless times have Mama warned not to go home at night. Sometimes, it feels hot also the ears hear Mama's babbling.

We arrive at the night market when the time shows at seven o'clock at night. Because today is Saturday, the atmosphere of the night market seems crowded filled with visitors.

The colorful flickering lights installed on each game rides filled my view.The yelling sound of people riding the game rides that trigger adrenaline is so deafening, making the atmosphere even more festive.

Among the many visitors, some of them are young couples who are drunk with romance.some walk side by side, clutching each other's hands, some even embrace each other without shame to show their affection.

But I am more interested in a Mother who has trouble guiding two toddlers with the exact same face.The two children cry, while the Mother looks dizzy like she is looking for someone.

"Well, it's dad." I heard the mother talking cheerfully to her two children. The mother with two children smiled as a man approached them.

At that time we were still living in Bandung, I was still 7 years old.Every holiday arrived, Dad often took us for a walk. Dwi always clings to Mom, never for a second release his hand on Mom.

As for me, I ran around here and there alone. Dad had to shout my name when he realized I was not there. I could not keep quiet, always curious about what I saw.

The memory I still remember is, when Dad took us, me and Dwi to ride on the elephant's back.

I laughed when I saw Dwi's pale face screaming in fear while hugging Dad. I was not afraid, because I was a brave child. Mother could only shout, calming Dwi from below.

"Dad ..." shouted one of the toddlers disperse my daydream.The boy jumped as the father squatted to equalize his height.

"Sir, would you like to try maen kora-kora?" the clap of the hand on the boat made me look at the brother who had been standing next to me.

I did not answer immediately, preferring to wipe the corner of my eyes that suddenly felt wet.

"Why ? lu nangis ?" Brother looked at me with a shrunken forehead.

"What a bang. Look at them I'm kangen same Mom and Dwi" I said with eyes pointing at a pair of parents with two twin toddlers who are now laughing cheerfully.

"Hey .. don't be sad ! time to have fun with me." said Brother with a smile that is so charming, and somehow I immediately smiled to see it.

And tonight, brother really makes me feel good. spend time alone at the night market, yelling while riding extreme rides, and laughing cheerfully. things I've never felt before with my brother.

It felt a little strange, because as long as we walked, brother never let go of his hand.

It was getting late when suddenly drizzling came down. And as usual, I would raise my head up, staring at the night with raindrops falling down my face.

BRACKET

"Ouch."

My body staggered as my feet tripped over a fairly large rock, I fell down with my knees and palms touching the hard ground.

I grimaced, when I felt my palms and knees hurt, it was always like this, but I don't know why I like doing that when it rains.

"If you look ahead !" shouts with a shrunken forehead.

I turned my head as someone's hand suddenly embraced my shoulder with gentleness to help me stand.

Our eyes were staring at each other, while I was glued to the owner of the face with those sharp eyes.it was like dejavu. repeated back to our first meeting thirteen years ago.

But the next big brother's words managed to make me suddenly stricken with nervousness.

"Sir, have we met before ?"

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