Dilemma Intersection
Chapter 9. RAIN

Since this morning, rain fell on the city of Bandung with a rush. Indira and Fika are now in the Grand Mosque of Bandung. They had just finished teaching street children who often busking and selling groceries there.

"Huf! The rain is still very heavy," complained Fika.

"Allahumma sayyiban nafi'an, do not complain Fika! Because rain is a blessing to man, only your macem man is not grateful! The heat is pounding, the rain is also pounding, until the sky is 'i kudu piye?'," Indira's words make Fika laugh.

Because the rain was still very heavy, the two decided to go to the basement of the Square in search of food that could warm their cold bodies.

"Dira! Like eating a delicious cankie," Fika pointed to the seller of the couankie.

"Byeah, there's just a place that's not so rame," Indira and Fika walked over to the seller's couankie.

"Sir, the cankie is 2 servings yes!" pinta Fika's.

"Ready man, innocent!"

They both enjoyed the walkie while occasionally laughing, they were discussing the cuteness of the street children he cared for.

Dddrrttt...

Shaking Fika's phone stopped their chat, Indira prefers to re-enjoy the rest of the cup.

"Dira! You want to come with me as Carel to Cimahi, right? We want to survey a place to make a halfway house, come along!" take Fika and Indira shakes her head.

"Got ah! Just you guys, I'm going to the Teh Alana boutique," declined Indira.

"Gee! Yaudah yuk, I want you to take a taxi! Just wait for Carel at the stop, do you want us to anterin you first?" fika suggested.

"No, you'll be in the afternoon! I'm very easy, there are taxis there are online ojek as well," said Indira as he moved.

Before leaving, they pay the cuankie first.

"Sir, how much total?" ask Indira.

"18thousand aja neng," replied the seller.

"This is sir, thank you!" indira said and said goodbye.

"Neng, this is mostly money!" call the clerkie seller.

"Make father, may the trade sell!" say Indira and go darisana.

The seller stared at the five hundred thousand pieces of money in his hand.

"May Allah always protect you and take care of you and add plenty of sustenance to you" the sincere do'a of the seller of the couankie told Indira.

While not far away, a man looked at Indira who was starting to move away.

"Your heart was indeed very sincere from the past until now, do you still remember me?"

Indira and Fika wait for Carel's arrival at the bus stop, they sit down together. There are not so many, because people prefer to take shelter in the mosque.

"Tuh Carel has come!" point Indira at a small yellow car.

"Ck! Not too much to look at, why must use the yellow anyway," Cecik Fika.

"Why is that why?" Indira looked at Fika with astonishment.

"It's not as good! Yellow when ujan kambing!" chirps Fika makes Indira upset.

"That's gone!" expel Indira.

Carel opened the windshield of his car, he again took Indira with them.

"Do you really want to be taken?" carel shouted from inside his car.

"No need! It's easy to use an angkot or a taxi later" replied Indira while wagging her hands.

"Be careful on the road! If there's anything, call us!" pinta Carel and Indira showed only two thumbs.

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After the departure of Carel and Fika, he again occupied himself at the bench stop. The rain is still quite heavy, while since then the angkot and taxi seemed to disappear.

"Cold Friday also turned out," muttered Indira hugging herself.

"May I sit here, the bench is full" said a man in TNI uniform.

"Please" Indira replied without looking at the person who was talking.

There was a distance between the two, but Indira could clearly inhale the perfume.

"Angkot kalapa plumbing shackles no one passing by huh?" ask the man.

"Yes not there yet, I am also waiting," replied Indira while looking down, making the man smile with satisfaction because he could talk to Indira.

"Do you know the most romantic thing about rain?" asked the man and Indira shook her head as if she didn't care.

"He always comes back even though he knows he will always fall. The sky dropped raindrops that were sad, sick, and unable to take away sins, let alone memories," he said again made Indira lured to answer.

"Rather than just thinking about memories, we should be thankful a lot. Life is full of beauty. Look around you there are little bees, little children, and faces full of smiles, breathe the scent of rain, and feel the wind. Live your life with hope. Better, fight for your biggest dream" Indira said, making the man smile.

Shortly thereafter, came angkot majors Kelapa plumbing. Unfortunately, only the driver's side bench was empty.

"Well both ahead, sir! No one is behind!" said the angkot driver made Indira squeak his head.

"Let him go up, I can use another vehicle" Indira refused.

"Taxi neng, again on demo! Just come in now" said the driver.

Finally Indira relented, especially when it showed at 3 pm and the rain was still falling.

"You constriction?" ask the man to Indira.

"It's obvious, right? So I don't need to explain" he said, making her laugh.

"Don't be ferocious, the beauty will be gone," the man whispered.

Indira did not listen to his words again, now he has reached the streets of R. E. Martadinata or better known as jalan riau.

"Front left, sir!" pinta Indira to the driver.

"Can you come down first? I want to go down" said Indira to make the man go down first.

"Be careful on the road, beautiful lady! It's still raining!" said the man while waving his hand.

The deg!

Indira's heart was pounding, she saw a scarf that a few years ago had been tied to her injured leg.

"Is she Yoga?! Arrgghhhhh! I didn't see his face again!" indira's annoyance at herself.

With a shunt step, he walked into the boutique owned by the prospective Sister-in-law.

"Kiran! Kirania," cried Athaya from the parking lot unfortunately Indira did not say hello.

"Hey! Lo daritadi I called nak nyaut!" said Athaya pulling Indira bag.

"Deliver! My name is Indira, if you call me by another name for what I turn to" said Indira.

"Okay, okay! I call you Dira!" Athaya releases Indira's bag.

Regardless of Athaya, Indira enters the boutique.

"Great Tea, how come there's no Alana Tea?" ask Indira.

"Did Alana Tea just go with Elmira Tea, didn't you meet?" raya's words made Indira snort angrily.

"No! Yaudah deh, I go home yes Teh," said Indira.

"Gue anter! It's still raining outside! Rather than you being sick," Athaya persuaded.

"No, that's my taxi!" ketus Indira then went into the taxi.

Athaya looked at the taxi, she was getting more and more challenged to get close to the girl. Moreover, Athaya knows, if Alana is the candidate for her sister-in-law.

"I'll go after you, Indira. You make me more convinced, that you are the right woman to be my soul mate," inward Athaya.

While in the taxi, Indira pensively stared at the rain water and held a pendant that always hung in her necklace.

"I always miss the rain that always passes in front of my window. I want you to know, secretly I always hope that the rain brings me the same hope. I hope this rain will soon subside, so that this miss is not too deep in scraping wounds. If you are tested like a curtain that separates you and misses. And if I have to choose, then I choose to open the curtain, to meet you, Kak Yoga," Indira's mind so as not to feel her tears dripping on the cheek.

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