Rainbow No Color Limit
07 Lost and deserted

"If we don't see each other again, I can keep that shirt for me." Rain smiled. Intan smiles and picks up the plastic bag Rain gave her and goes to the bathroom to pick up her pants that are hung behind her jacket.

Rain is seen calling when Intan comes out of the bathroom. The boy looks upset. Intan.

"Why? "

"My father didn't read my text.. " Rain pouted his expression as if unaware of who he was talking to. I wanted to laugh but he could stand it.

"My son also can't pick up yet. Until now he has no news. " Intan's words instantly resuscitated Rain who was upset.

Rain saw the look on the middle-aged woman's face looked sad.

"Eng... Ma'am.. Maybe we were made to wait together so we could accompany each other." Rain felt awkward at his own words.

Intan smiled looking at Rain.

"Yes. You're correct. Just imagine if you and I don't meet, then we're both waiting alone." Intan sighed.

"God is fair. " hereinafter.

"The rain has subsided a bit, do you want to stay here or go back to the post? "

"We'll just go to the post. It's also bright and my son could be waiting there."

They walked to the post casually because the raindrops did not make them drenched.

Until there Intan got a phone call. Rain heard a man's voice over there.

"Mama is done from now on. Where are you going? " Tanya Intan with a sad face.

Rain just silently watched without eavesdropping on the answer of the person across there.

"Yes already.. Ja.. Pick up mom at the place." Intan closed her phone and looked at Rain.

"He said he looked at his sister again. It was raining there too." Rain just nodded confused. Intan looked at the black sky with an expression that Rain was hard to guess.

Rain looked at the black sky. Rainwater still falls faithfully even though the drops are not as big as before.

They looked at the black sky in silence.

Long enough until Rain who was looking up suddenly blinked his eyes.

Intan looked at him confused."why? " sanyanya.

Rain rubbed his eyes and while trying to grab something in his backpack.

Rain took out a box that turned out to be different. Rain took the eye drops and poured the liquid into his eyes.

"I was flickering, Mom. I don't know what's coming in. "

"It's better? "

"Yes"

Rain kept the little bottle back. Intan looked at the box that Rain had brought.

"Bring you this is diverse, yes.sampe eye drops you bring." Intan examines the small objects in the box.

From headache medicine, body ache, stomach pain and stomach medicine also exist. Intan saw there were two pads and pants that rolled small. Plaster and wound medicine are also present. Intan smiled, she could not see all the things inside.

Intan saw a small eucalyptus oil bottle.

"Waahh. happens to be this. May I ask? " Inan looked at Rain asking for permission.

Rain nodded. "As I said, right, ma'am. We don't really know what's going to happen. It's just a little preparation. "

Intan nodded while inhaling the aroma of the oil and slightly rubbed it on his neck. Because the clothes Rain lent him were robe shirts, so he couldn't put them on his stomach. His stomach was cold.

Intan handed the small bottle over, Rain put the box back in her backpack. He saw Arza's camera. Rain smiled. Arza just makes Zee an excuse to make Rain come and receive the camera.

Intan stared at the thing Rain had seen.

Seen from the box, it was a camera. Intan suspects Rain is a photographer too.

"You like to take pictures? " intan's question made Rain turn his head.

"Yes." Yeah." Rain smiled.

"What kind of objects do you usually take? "

"Rainbow. Because rainbows cannot be estimated when they will appear. So this camera is also a preparation. " Rain smiled.

"Are you a photographer too? When viewed from your appearance, it seems that the profession is suitable for you. "

Rain shook his head while smiling.

Their attention was distracted when a car stopped on the road.

Rain looked at Intan as the woman stood up and tidied up her things.

"Mom's going home first, yeah. " Inan smiled looking at the child in front of him.

Rain's feelings changed drastically, like something was missing. His heart suddenly felt lonely.

"Oh yeah. Let's just wait until your father comes, so you're not alone here. In a moment, I want to save my things first. " Rain just smiled.

Rain saw Intan talking to her son. Rain did not understand his feelings.Rain was still faithfully staring at Intan who was standing near the car.

Rain could not see the face of the person in the car because it was dark.Rain did not hear what the mother and child said.

Intan returned to Rain with a sad look on her face.

"Looks like I can't keep you here. Sorry yeah. The other mother's son is sick and no one is waiting." Intan looks shady.

Rain tried to smile even though his heart still wanted company.

"Yes, Mom, it's okay. My dad is coming soon. "

"Yes I'm going first"

Rain smiled with a nod. Intan gently stroked Rain's hair before leaving.

Intan sat in front and waved at Rain.

At that moment, Rain saw the face of Intan's son.

bent flat face. The man glanced at Rain and glared with a dislike look.

"Ih! why else" Rain muttered.

The car is really gone. Rain himself.

"I'm not afraid of myself and have also gotten used to feeling lonely, but what happened this time, I don't understand" Inner Rain.

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"Miss! Comeing! Nengs! Rain....!! Let's go!!"

I don't know how many times djaja called his son who was pensive in the post.

I can't wait for Pak Djaja to get off his bike and approach his son.

"Assalamu'alaikum"

Rain stared at his father.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" he answered and looked back at the empty space.

"Can you still answer apparently? " Pak Djaja felt confused himself to face his son this one.

"Don't daydream, do you want to go home or not? "

Rain looked up at his father.

" There will be nothing if I am still conscious, I feel lazy to stand up"

Rain stood limp and walked ahead of his father.

"Eehh.. child" Mr. Djaja nodded with Rain's attitude.

"Why else try" He continued as he walked.

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"You why the hell? From earlier you see bengong" continued Pak Djaja down from the motor and take off the coat he was wearing.

Rain took off the helmet he was wearing and sat on the terrace seat.

"It's okay, sir. Maybe it was a ghost post so I was confused. now the ghost of the post has separated from me. "

"Huh? "

Djaja pak gawked with his son's speech. His wife and two children came out because they heard the conversation.

"Title... Who just came home.capek like it" Tirap arka then sat in front of rain researching the shabby face of his sister.

"Why? " hereinafter.

"Haynahh... He said that he had a ghost post, bengong continued from earlier." Pak Djaja already do not want to know because it can not also be found out. Djaja sir walked in.

The two rain brothers chuckled with dumb-eyed rain that looked ridiculous. Hastini shook her head and followed her husband.

They imagined themselves about the ghost of the post while raving around no matter Rain who had fallen silent.

They're chuckling. Rain's attention was distracted by his two brothers. Face whining.

"Eh! You don't bang? I got a greeting from the ghost post, he said he wanted to sing with brother loh...." Rain raised his eyebrows.

Zee chuckled immeasurably.but what's so funny? obviously Arka's cute expression, funny beyond her silly face rain.

After breakfast yesterday, Arka suddenly told her sisters what made her run scared out of the river.

Arka recounted her fear when she heard the voice of the woman who followed Rain's singing so melodiously.

When he saw it, there was no one. Arka's hair brushed and immediately she ran hard forgetting the fishing line.

When told yesterday, his two younger siblings seriously responded and did not laugh at all. But what is happening now is even Arka who is in the corner. Arka grumbled.

Rain smiled mockingly and passed away at the follow Zee who was running small.

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The night passed as usual.

In Rain's parents' room...

Rain's parents chatted after worship.

"Why is rain? " Hastini was curious.

"Ah.. Didn't know that ma'am was on the phone at night, but that's normal"

"Is it possible because he's been waiting so long that he's upset? "

"Not knowing either."

"Who did he look the same? "

"So when the father nyampe he himself.when he called the father, he said he was again in the mosque.Kedengerannya anyway there are other people.but maybe only the congregation mushola."

Hastini.

"But yes ma'am, rain was in the post that dumbass not like a bego man so." Pak Djaja got a pat on his back from his wife.

"This father! "

"Heheh. what's more, the parents are serious, ehh. the answer is even so. not out of thought father same him. strange attitude is passing"

"Don't think he's really a postal ghost, ma'am. " Pak Djaja saw his silent wife.

"Ck! yes, no, sir"

They end up resting, trying to debunk their child.

POV

I ran small, jumped until it felt like flying high with butterflies.

I put my feet in the green grass. The flowers seem to bloom.

It's exquisite.

I touched every end of the flowers. I breathed her fragrance until I was lulled into a situation that never crossed my life.

The clear sky did not make me feel the heat. I continued walking through the beautiful garden as my hands continued to come into contact with the beautiful flowers.

I dance in a white dress.

Is this me?

I kept walking until I met someone else.

A woman holds a baby while sitting.

The woman was behind me.

He hummed melodiously and answered the cute babble of a baby in his lap.

The baby's head, hands and feet were moving funny.

But I can't see the baby's face either.

I silently watched them.

The woman stopped her singing, as if I were watching her.

Slowly he turned his head to an unnatural extent. His eyes looked at me coldly and he smiled smirked at me.

I woke up instantly!

I dream? Haaa...

Whatisthis? Beautiful but spooky dreams or spooky but beautiful dreams?

Eh?

What's the difference, too?

Horrified too.

I saw a wall clock showing at 12 pm. Only this time I had a dream like this.

"Women are like the ones in my dreams yesterday? the woman who was crying hysterically, who was she? "

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what yeah...?

this is just the first work...

please be aware of the many shortcomings..

greetings from yuya....