Love Among Family Hostility
The story of the rain

Many vehicles passed on the highway. And a small stub from the sky made the road that passed slowly wet. The atmosphere tonight looks nothing special to a girl who lives in a palace house. The pink-ribboned girl who became her hair binder so as not to fall apart, looked at the night sky without the presence of the moon and stars from the balcony of the room. The glasses perched on the nose and the pajamas were pink in short pants and short sleeves, the color of the pajamas matched the ribbon the girl was wearing.

The girl sighed many times, it felt like life was boring, there was almost no fun stopping by in her life. Eleena glanced at the unfinished novel she had read, it was still open as if waiting for Eleena to finish her reading. But Eleena seemed reluctant to continue the unfinished story she read.

Eleena looked back at the night sky that was still lowering the specks. Every human being is under the same sky. If you look up at the sky tonight, there could be other people out there looking at it as well. Vishnu saw rain spots drenching the streets from the bedroom windows.

Vishnu likes the rain, especially the rain with not too heavy specks like this, it is very curious to feel Vishnu running outside the house and sitting in the rain. Or stretch your hands while closing your eyes, enjoying every drop of rain that falls on your face. Rain drops can sometimes give you peace. For some people, it may rain a scary thing because it can cause pain if it lingers under it. But for Vishnu, rain is one of the blessings of God. One of the gifts of the universe that Vishnu can be grateful for in the world.

Vishnu stared long enough each raindrop, the stub invites Vishnu to daydream while enjoying the cold that penetrates the skin.

In addition to Eleena and Vishnu, there is also a third person among them. The man in brown t-shirts and cream shorts was as usual sitting on the rooftop of the house. The hot smoke from the hot chocolate he made gave off a hint of warmth, as the night chill struck.

Just like before, there was no day without Arfin gazing at the night sky. Dusk is beautiful, but the night sky is no less beautiful. Arfin only wanted to look at the night sky accompanied by the moon and stars. However, dark clouds and rain stubs take the moon and Arfin's beloved star away. They were nowhere to be seen, there was only a hint of rain that was slowly getting heavier. Therefore Arfin was forced to take shelter under the roof that was near the rooftop. Usually Arfin sitting in the middle of the rooftop really enjoy his favorite night sky.

The night sky is beautiful, it can give peace but if mixed with rain, the beauty of the night sky is instantly lost. Arfin did not like the rain, the man would get sick if he was exposed to rain, let alone for a long time when Arfin crossed the road and he was exposed to rain alone Arfin could get sick the next day.

The three men drowned in the night sky daydream mixed with rain stubs. And here, Sinta waited for her invitation to come. The woman carrying a black bag looked at the increasingly heavy rain, even the shady Sinta could be exposed to the wet. The woman was standing in front of a shop. There was a meeting with his old friend, he thought he wanted to stop by a short stop at this store to reminisce a little bit during childhood. The store sells toys that Sinta used to love to play with, and there is also a typical childhood food Sinta.

"Mom, I'm closing. You can get out of here, yeah." The seller approached Sinta, telling the woman to leave from there. Sinta looked at the rain for a moment, it was too heavy but not good also if Sinta was here longer. It was time for Sinta to find shelter somewhere else.

Sinta stepped away through the rain which was now getting heavier. Sinta black bag he put on the head to avoid raindrops. However, not until Sinta in the shelter, there was a large hand carrying an umbrella standing in front of him while covering Sinta who was wet.

"Don't play rain, Sin." Sinta raised her head, at that time Sinta reunited Rama's hazel iris with her chocolate iris. The hand that holds the umbrella and waddles him is Rama, Sinta thought it was Arjuna, but the universe took Rama.

"Don't be here." Rama's right hand held an umbrella to shade him and Sinta, and his left hand was used to pull Sinta away from the place.

Sinta and Rama stop right in the middle of the highway, when there is the sound of Rama's horn immediately takes Sinta away. No matter if you agree or not. They both stopped by the side of the road. Without a roof on it but there is a large umbrella belonging to Rama that became a rainwater repellent.

"You used to carry an umbrella, but now I'm the one who's covering you." Rama spoke like that, and Sinta slowly lowered her gaze, she stared at the already wet streets. There was a bit of pain tucked in his heart as Rama spoke.

"Not bring a car," replied Sinta. These two humans again fell silent, without saying a word, busy drowning in each other's minds.

Sinta's thoughts brought her back to her tithy last year. When the rain hit and the conditions are the same. It rained heavily in the night sky. Sinta, carrying an umbrella, lay his eyes on Rama, as if he were enjoying every drop of rain falling on his face and wetting his body.

However, at that time the relationship between Rama and Sinta was still fine. They are bound in one feeling and the same relationship, there is no awkward feeling in it there is only warmth when Sinta invites Rama to take shelter in a place to eat and order two cups of coffee. The hot air from the coffee gave warmth to Rama and Sinta when the cold rain hit.

Formerly, when the rain arrived, Rama liked to bring Sinta standing in the middle. Rotating over the streets while laughing cheerfully, releasing all the swelling tightness in the chest. However, it used to be, the beautiful story of that time could not happen in the present especially on two strangers like them.

Rama's breath pierced through Sinta's skin. Still the same, the roar of Rama's breath is still warm every time it penetrates Sinta's skin as if it is able to give warmth to Sinta who is cold. Sinta stroked his arm that was not covered by cloth due to Sinta's short-sleeved clothes, and unfortunately there was no scarf or jacket in his small black bag.

Rama felt the woman next to him looking cold. The man glanced at the black suit that was worn fitting on both shoulders of Rama. Rama thrust the handle of the umbrella in front of Sinta, telling the woman to hold it for a while. Sinta according, from his brown iris he saw Rama take off the suit, slowly and very carefully Rama put his suit on Sinta's shoulder, in silence Rama again took the umbrella from Sinta's hand.

"Take it, it will hurt" asked Rama. As soon as it shrouded Sinta's chest, it was very desirable that both of her irises shed tears but as if she had forgotten how to get it out. With trembling hands, Sinta wore the suit to his body, Rama's coat was fairly large as if wrapping Sinta's small body.

"Why not bring an umbrella?" ask Rama again. "Forgot." This time Sinta answered honestly, who would have expected it to rain tonight.

"Usually diligent read weather predictions so always ready umbrellas before rain" said Rama.

Sinta's lips curved into a smile, "So forgot to read it." There was shame tucked into Sinta's words. He must be aware that his memory is declining because of increasing age.

"You're funny." Sinta. "Because you forgot to read the weather predictions so forget to bring everything. Usually you always bring an umbrella wherever you go, or bring a jacket so as not to get cold but now you forget everything. You forgot to bring a watch, right? Why are you even carrying a black bag? Don't you like the same color as black? Your rights too, it is too high, if the road must be careful not to fall. Never walk in a hurry if using the right kayak earlier, you often really fall if you use the right."

Unknowingly tears dripped down Sinta's cheeks. It was so hard to hear that Rama still remembered everything about him. Things that Sinta likes and dislikes, things that Sinta often does and does not, Rama still remembers everything.

Sinta would never tire of saying Rama was still the same, nothing changed in the slightest from this man next to her. Rama's small attention, Rama's wistful and sharp gaze, Rama's anger, Rama's fragility, are all the same. People say, man will change with time but for Rama, no. Sinta seemed to meet Rama 23 years ago, when their relationship first began. As love grows between the two, as they enjoy the world with jokes and laughter, play around and spend time in the sun and moon, looking at the world from a happy point of view.

"Why do you remember that?" sinta asked, squeezing a strong black suit Rama channeled his tightness there.

"All about you I can't forget, Sin, even if I want to." Tears fell back on Sinta's cheek. "All the things related to you are still the same Sinta, including my feelings. I thought by staying away from you and starting a new relationship you could go from my memory, but I was wrong. I hurt myself with the means to spare you" continued Rama.

These two humans fell silent again, staring at the wet road that was still passed by many vehicles. They were still standing in the same place, not moving a single bit from the place. In silence, they seemed to exchange their thoughts without meeting their eyes.

"What are you doing here, too?" Sinta asked back, causing Rama's smile. The woman next to him was still the same, as they brought their irises together Sinta did not change.

Iris Sinta seemed to be drowning in Rama's little smile, beautiful, that's all.

"You haven't changed, Sin," Rama chuckled. "You haven't changed either, you're still paying attention." Sinta's reply again caused awkwardness between them. Sinta closed her eyes cursing that she couldn't help saying that.

"I was through here, accidentally met you again run so I'm samperin." Rama opened his voice to change the topic of conversation that had made them silent.

"Oh, I had met an old meeting," continued Sinta following the direction of Rama's conversation.

"Sin, how are you?"

"good. You alone?"

Rama was silent for a moment, as if processing a word to say so as not to cause misunderstandings and make Sinta comfortable.

"I'm good too, but it's empty."

Sinta understood his point, because honestly Sinta also felt there was a void inside her, a void that Sinta was still trying to find until now. The emptiness that makes Sinta's life seem meaningless despite living with a treasure. Sinta has everything, affection, possessions, children, husband but it all cannot fill the emptiness that is in her heart.

Duarr

The sound of lightning is heard. Sinta then hugged Rama who was next to him. A tight hug that dropped the umbrella from Rama's grasp. The woman's body trembled, Rama thought Sinta was no longer afraid of the lightning after his departure but in fact still the same. Every time that thunderous voice rang out in Sinta's ears she tightened her arms even more.

Rama's hand moved covering Sinta's ears which were still holding her tightly. Under the heavy rain these two humans make a comfortable feeling again grow. Rama knew what he had to do when lightning sounded in Sinta's ears and Sinta knew what he had to do as well.

Raindrop wet the two of them, Sinta who still hugged Rama and Rama who continued to cover both ears of Sinta with both hands.

"Fear.." - Sinta.

"Don't be afraid, there's me." Rama's voice always managed to give Sinta some calm. When he was destroyed first the voice of Rama who always Sinta looking for. Rama used to have an important role in Sinta's life, but now, maybe not.

Still the same, Arjuna had always been the third person among them. Arjuna who was standing next to his car carried an umbrella that had been opened and paddled himself so as not to be hit by rain drops. The man was silent on the spot, overcoming the tightness that hit his chest saw his wife hug the person who used to be the most important role in his life.

Arjuna's feet were invited to step, he approached Rama and Sinta who looked very comfortable in the activities of each other.

"Love." Arjuna's voice opened Sinta's eyes. He saw Arjuna who came with an umbrella. Sinta suddenly released his embrace from Rama, as well as Rama who lowered his hand from Sinta's ear.

"Juna, this is—" Sinta's words stopped when Arjuna stood in front of him against his wife who had been soaked in rain.

"So there was lightning, Sinta was afraid of lightning so he hit me, I have no relationship with your wife, Mr. Aergantara," explained Rama, fearing that Arjuna would misunderstand them. Arjuna did not answer anything, he invited Sinta to leave from there leaving Rama.

"Other times do not use the right again, later you can fall," said Rama when they both had approached the car.

Sinta turned around, seeing Rama standing in the rain. Only a few moments later he saw Rama, before Arjuna told him to get in the car.

"Get in, you'll be sick. You're wet." Arjuna opens the car door and Sinta enters inside. It was followed by Arjuna who got into the car and sat on the steering wheel.

Sinta lowered her window, she looked back at Rama across the street. Rama who smiles at him while bringing up a smile when the water has washed all over his body. Rama waved at Sinta, a wave of parting hands that Sinta hated the most, want then or now.

"Be careful Sinta!" rama's scream was as strong as possible so that the woman could hear in the midst of the storm the sound of heavy rain.

Sinta conjures a bitter smile, "Don't stand in the rain, Ram. You can be sick tomorrow, if you are sick I am not there," said Sinta who certainly can not be heard by Rama but can be heard Arjuna very clearly.

Arjuna closed his eyes for a moment, he closed the car window next to Sinta's seat. The man stepped on the gas pedal and took the car away from there.

Sinta corrected her sitting position, facing the street in front. The empty feeling returned, the empty feeling that Sinta really wanted to get rid of at any cost. Sinta does have everything, but Sinta, does not have Rama.

People's perspective on rain and the night sky is different, some feel empty, calm and afraid. Indeed, whatever is in the world is a gift from God, including rain at night. Maybe through this rain the Almighty wants to give a little surprise in it. Every rain has a story in it. It is said that the story when it rains is the story of the happiest or the story of the sick. There is always a story behind the rain.