
How far we go
How much I try to change
I'm still the same person
Waiting for the miracle that today is just a dream
When I wake up, all I want to see is you
There's a lot I want to say
But times like this are no longer among us
What I say through the wind will be lost in the rain.
You will not hear this cry of longing.
The smell of wet soil is still inherent in the smell. The rain before dusk still left a trail. Like a memory. The hourglass above his nightstand still counted the time and soon would turn around to recalculate the time from the beginning.
The task book just gets ignored. He moved from his desk to approach his hourglass. Every time he stared at that hourglass he would realize time would not turn around like his hourglass.
Suppose that day he could have prevented it. Grasping her hand tightly. Of course today the story is still with him. Maybe tonight they could have a pajama party. Tell a story about a young man who is liked or maybe talking about a future dream.
"Sorry Mila, I'm not a good friend." Rania said in a photo above her nightstand.
In the photo is her and Mila. The photo they took when they won the olympiade.
"I never thought it. But trust me that I will keep those mementos well."
Those memories will take care of Rania with all her heart. Not similar to Mila. But He knew that all the hopes of Mila would live on in what she had left behind.
The rain returned and the night became more silent. Rania came out of her room after hearing the sound of crying. It also sounds how some workers in his house a little hassle.
The space at the end of there looks crowded. There were five domestic workers and one three-month-old baby who looked fussy. Rania approaches and the workers pull over, making way for their young Miss.
"What's wrong with her?" Rania asked as she gently stroked the baby's face.
"She's very fussy, miss, she even refused her formula milk" one of the workers reported
"Alright, let me take care of it, you guys prepare dinner, maybe I'll be home soon." Rania's orders are soft.
The little baby was in his arms. He picked up a bottle of formula that still felt warm in his grasp. Rania took the baby to her room.
Just a few steps out. The father who had just returned home accidentally passed him. First the man looked at Rania then turned to the baby and grieved softly. The man passed the teen and the tiny baby just like that. However, after being directly behind Rania, the man opened his voice.
"you could have taken the baby to an orphanage or given it to a couple who wanted to adopt a baby. I don't want the public to make any negative assumptions about this family because of its existence." Said Rania's father in a firm tone
"Can you tell me?Whys?he's my brother, after all. I will continue to take care of him, his existence is not a disgrace created because of his will. But this is your fault. Where's the responsible father figure I'm so proud of?"
***
The entire dinner menu is on the table. Everything looks luxurious with perfect taste. Kiss how delicious the aroma that evaporates from every cook that is still warm. It's just that it won't feel good, seeing how lonely the table is. Two people were also sitting far away.
"Roman.." A long, gentle call is unheard of. Even the entire waiter there felt that way.
Rania immediately put down her fork spoon. He looked at his father flatly. Today she is not the same Rania as a year ago. Maybe if the call had happened a year ago. Of course with enthusiasm Rania will answer eagerly followed by her sweet smile.
"The new teacher, you look familiar." Said the father
"She's married, if your question is in the direction of depravity, I will explain that Meika is married and her husband is not an ordinary person." Rania said without looking at her father
"Dad's not interested in him. That's not what I want to talk about, anyway, Ran."
Ran, that call honestly made Rania miss. Now it feels so bad to remember all that. Can something that has gone back.
"Then what do you want to ask?"
"Did he teach well? How is the development of the child from the shadow class? has the son of a delinquent shown his sincerity?"
The chatter at the dinner table feels like a scene from the animated series Ansatsu Kyoushitsu from Sakura, Japan. Between Rania and her father looks like Asano Kun and her father.
Rania took a sip of water from the glass that had just been filled by the waiter. After that he continued the conversation.
"Meika is not bad. But we're not delinquents. That dirty money ruined us all. Then the past breaks me into it." Rania stood up from her position. End dinner without taste. Tasteless.
"I can at any time pull you back to Class A. But on one condition. Let go of the baby." Mr. Wijaya as the father and head of Rania School gave a best offer.
"A good offer, but I refused. The baby's my sister. How can a father separate his two children's relationships?" Rania said it by looking intently at my father.
The smile of the devil was clearly visible from the face of the father.
"Dad already suspected such a delinquent would refuse. But is it wrong for a father to miss his daughter who cannot do anything and is always dependent on her father? Ran, I want your sweet little daughter."
Maybe this family drama is so cliche. The scene of father and son hugging in the dining room was dramatic.
"It's not my will. If you hadn't broken it. Maybe Rania today is still your favorite Ran. But you smashed it all into pieces of dust that melted in space. Unlocking without being repaired. I will continue to respect that by keeping the baby's identity. And the workers at home."
All ended. A family drama passed. The crying of the baby from upstairs sounds like a closing song.
Thunder booming foreshadowing of the drama cut of the follow-up episode aired at a glance. Funnier. The broken family is sometimes so funny that the audience and the players are no longer able to laugh cheerfully. All phony.
***
Everyone has a right to the secret of life. Even the tiny baby was born with a secret identity. Who her? You who?. When the baby was found under the fence. The condition was fine, even though the baby was just put in a cardboard box with a letter. The baby came without a name. Even in the letter the mother of the baby did not give it a name.
It was Rani who gave a beautiful name to the baby girl a tan-skinned kingpin.
I gave you a name for Rein. The pronunciation sounds similar to rain in English. Why Rain? because you are a memento of him who loves the rain more than I do.
The existence of the baby became a secret in the Wijaya family. Someday in the future there will be many questions about who the baby is. The Secret Story is just beginning. Rania promises to keep a secret so that the good name of the Wijaya family is fine, it does not mean ignoring Rein. Rania will continue to look after Rein even though her father won't approve of her.
Since that day. Rein is his sister.