
"Yes Allah.. Hahaha.kid mom is so funny... " Hastini chuckled as the two girls came home.
Zee wears Rain's oversized clothes for him because Zee's height is only limited to Rain's chest.
Rain stopped at the mosque to pray for fear of being late if he had to wait to come home. He always brought a change of clothes for prayer and also mukena.
Rain had her sister take a bath and put on her clothes so that her mother would not be suspicious of Zee's circumstances.
It's not that they don't want to report, it's just that now is not the right time. Rain wants to make the perpetrator not wart, not like before. Reporting the same case but even disappointment obtained.
"So at the restaurant there are many customers so can not pick up quickly. Zee played water with his friends. Because the clothes are wet I told you to put on my shirt first." Said Rain while sitting on the sofa.
Zee had gone to his room in shame and also did not want his mother to ask much. His mind was too tired to answer his mother's questions.
"Are you tired?" His mother sat down.
Rain sighed, his mother grew anxious. "I want to take a shower first, Mom" Rain has moved on.
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"I'm going to the restaurant again. Maybe 10 o'clock will be home. " Say Rain as she greets her mother.
Hastini knew his son must be tired. Look at the wall clock, 16:40. Has the boy rested? Her thought. Rain has been busy lately.
Inwardly, Hastini was eager to talk to his son. Especially with the news he heard today. But maybe he should wait while Rain has some free time.
During the trip Rain kept thinking about his mother and sister. He could not see his mother's sad face. But he also wanted to dodge first in order to clear his mind.
Resto is Rain's only reason to avoid his mother. Since he was planning to go to his friend's house, let him get punishment from his boss.
the working time can start after maghrib. He goes to his friend's house to devise a plan to avoid anything that might happen.
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"So, can? " Rain expressed his wish that his friend could help. Rain told me about the whole thing that happened at Zee's school. He can't find out for himself.
His friend nodded. Rain thought this was no trivial matter. There must be someone skilled to find out and Rain is not the expert.
Rain sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. He remembered his nightmare. Does it have anything to do with his sister. The kids can do it to that extent.
This is not a problem that only children can make. There must be people who take advantage of this problem. Considering the victim who even became the perpetrator is not small. What's the purpose? Where maybe this is just because a naughty child who wants to look exists.
"Aaaaarrggghh" Rain shouted suddenly.
His friend who was drinking choked in surprise.
"Uhukis... Uhuk... Uhuk..hoek. "the man ran to the bathroom.
"Damn loe!!! Why do you scream. Shocked cave... " Saying and sitting with a red face.
"So until there's a creep in the cave house there's a girl screaming, out of the cave." Ocehnya a little upset.
Rain looked at her lazily, Still sitting with his head leaning on the chair.
"Ck!! Who would have thought I was a girl" Rain said.
"Haha... Sampe forgot the cave. Got a transgender friend like loe"
"Yes!! " Rain slapped his friend's shoulder slowly.
"Gue chick!!! loe asem!!! "
"do you want this maghrib, you don't go? "
"brent... I'm sleepy! " Rain's closed.
His friend smiled at Rain.
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The adhan is heard...
"Haish!! The arza..!!! why don't you wake me up.." Rain shouted in panic, Adhan's notification on his phone sounded loud and woke him up.
"Loh. I guess you just brushed.. Hehe" His friend who walked from the kitchen felt innocent and just smirked.
Rain left his friend's house and headed for the mosque. After that he went to the restaurant.
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At Resto..
"Hi Rain's.. " His friends say hello.
"Hem... Hii.. " The answer is a little lethargic.
Rain went to the dressing room and came out wearing a chef uniform.
Rain is a chef at a restaurant owned by his father's friend. Although not the main chef, but Rain cuisine is always awaited by customers.
Not every day he works there.
Because the schedule of lectures and activities at the karate place has taken some of his time.
To his friends the profession looks exhausting. But Rain was happy and did not complain. Both jobs are her hobbies.
Rain became a champion in every cooking competition in his school first. Being a top student at school because of his talent.
Rain is in karate because... Rain has emotions that often peak. He thought karate was the right place to adjust his emotions. I don't know.. Anyway he was happy with those two skills that were very profitable for him.
Can defend yourself and also can defend stomach 😁😁
Rain waited to be called by his boss. But he was safe until the time came home. Rain was relieved, at least not needing to explain many reasons.
"Rain's.. " Call a woman when Rain comes home. Rain just looked.
"Tomorrow Sunday, where are you going?" Ask the guy. Her name is Sinta, the waiter at the Resto. Sinta and two friends approached Rain.
"You're here. " Rain answered while wearing a helmet. Sinta. "Emang from the morning? "
"Ooh.. Morning to the workshop, service this motor. Why emang? "
"To the workshop itself?" Rain nodded.
"We're going to take you shopping tomorrow"
"can't. Next time, ok! " Rain smiled.
"Yes it's okay. We'll give him a present tomorrow." Said Sinta's friend encouragingly because he saw the look on Sinta's sad face.
I don't know why Rain remembered those bad boys. A bounty? His inner. Rain smirked.
Rain said goodbye to his friend because the night was getting late.
Rain went to bed after washing his hands and feet. He prayed and ate at the restaurant. His parents, who were waiting for him to come home, went to sleep.
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Rain saw his mother cutting vegetables. Rain helped her and took the initiative to cook because it was a holiday, so she had plenty of time this morning.
"eehh.. Already awake? " Ask her mother when Rain arrived . Rain just nodded.
"Wash your face first. "
"Udah, Mom" she answered.
"Let me cook today" Rain said as he cut vegetables.
"Yes... " Hastini smiled. Maybe it's the right time, he thought.
Hastini started telling me about Zee's problem. Hastini also told him who had told him the news.
Rain who did not expect his mother already knew was just speechless trying to judge what his mother felt like. Anxiety and worry were seen from his mother's face. Rain knew her mother wished for her.
At least Rain didn't shock his mother because she wasn't the one who gave the news first.
Rain calmed her mother and told her what plan she was working on. Rain had already asked for help from someone who Rain had not told his mother that the person was his friend. His mother looks relieved.
The Adhan shubuh rang. Activities in the kitchen are just cutting vegetables because time has been cut by the story.
Hastini woke up his two other children to invite them to pray together. I woke up and went to the mosque.
Today they all took a day off and rested at home. Zee and Arka are happy because Rain is cooking today. His mother saw the two children excited by Rain's cooking.
They scramble. They were never like that when she cooked.
Hastini remembered when Rain Junior High. Cooking the fish..
Hastini chuckled suddenly and it made his children look at each other in confusion. Mr. Djaja ate without being disturbed.
"iii... Why are you laughing by yourself? " Zee looked at his mother. Hastini looked at him.
"Mom was just sweaty when Rain was the same Arka fishing first.. Hahaha" His mother told Rain who was crying because the fish that had been cooked in such a way was eaten clean by Arka.
Rain who was eating raised his head to look at his mother. Arka chuckles. Zee just gawked because he didn't know about it.
Rain recalled the time he and his brother were fishing first. The rain hummed all the way to the river. His nagging brother he didn't mind either.
𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘯𝘨.... 𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯...
Those two words kept coming out of Rain's mouth while being doubtful. Arka just frowned the whole way.
"Can it be on deck? the sound too. Nothing good!! " Rain glanced at his brother for a moment then... Manciiiing.. That's what came out again.
Rain spread out both hands after reaching the river.
"Waaahhhh... Can't wait to... Manciii.... Fishy"
Bukk!!!
The slightly agitated Ark throws its tentacles and lands on Rain's head.
"It hurts, Bang!!! " Rain rubbed his head.
Arka's efforts were not in vain, because after that Rain was silent even though his face continued to be bent.
30 Minutes they had been fishing but the fish was not also obtained. Arka was getting impatient while Rain had returned cheerful.
Rain sang back with his joy. Arka was getting upset.
"Dec, if you're noisy where's the fish coming? " Ary tried to be patient.
"From earlier we were also diem the fish did not come. Mending the fish was invited to sing so as to mendeng seneng"
"But your voice is disturbing. "
"Missiiiing... Fishy... " Rain is singing.
"Diem" Arka's face was flat...
"Manciiiing fish, fishing ikaaan at sea"
"This is a river not a sea"
"Fishing.fish, fishing can uudaang"
Arka clucking.
"Eh, Bang. Seriously this. How did the shrimp catch it? Can they be fished? " Rain looked at her brother's face waiting. Arka silent frown.
"Yes has Bang. Those who lure must be patient"
"How can you be patient when you're fishing"
Suddenly Rain's fishing rod was pulled. Rain pulled out his lure and surprised them. The fish is big.. Arka gawked at the fish.
"That's a bang. If we are patient, we will get fish. Hehe.. I got one. Brother got what? " Rain looked at the Arka bucket. Arka grunting.
Rain remained faithfully singing and with his faithfulness the fish always came to him. Rain had caught enough fish. The arka can only have 1 tail. Strange indeed, the fish is favoritism.
Rain went home. Arka was still standing on the edge of the river before finally the lure was thrown out because of annoyance.
Rain walked back to the house. Suddenly the Arka that was left behind had already run ahead of him like fear.
"Eh! Brother why? " Rain looked back. There's nothing.
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a disheveled story again..
but my heart still wants to tell stories
although not clear but....
what it is...
greetings from yuya.....