The Tippingback of Rania's World
Episode 105 - Getting Similar

The fragrance of ylang, combined with the vanilla fragrance of Audrey's luxury perfume. Monocromatic chunks of stone lined up neatly form long rows.

"Tante, sorry. I just came again after a long time," said Audrey Lirih.

The European-blooded girl put down a bouquet of carnations combined with white lily. Not to forget he sent a prayer to someone who had gone before this mortal world.

The drap! The drap! The drap!

"Audrey! I guess you're definitely here."

"Hi, Mikko. How are you?" greet the girl with a fluffy smile on her lips.

"I... Hoshs... Hoshs.. I was really surprised when I heard that you were coming to Indonesia" Mikko said in a stammering voice. His breathing was tight because he ran from the parking lot to this cemetery.

"Yes, I have a good project here. Just visiting aunty" replied Audrey.

"You've definitely never been here, have you? Look, the grass is already above my knee" the girl continued.

"Hm... Such is. I'm, pretty busy." Mikko took her eyes off the woman.

"Reason! You must be just shy if your aunt sees you crying, right?" guess Audrey.

"Yes... Such is. I'm ashamed of my mom, every time I come there's a tear in front of her belly button."

"I told you, crying is not a sign of a weak man. It just means that he has a soft heart and loves people who are valuable to him" Audrey said.

Mikko simply listened to the woman's nagging while smiling knots.

"Mikko, that aunt is a very nice person. I know that, even if I met him for a very short time. So at least, I have to visit her every time I'm in Indonesia" Audrey kept lecturing Mikko.

"You're a sweet girl, Audrey" Mikko said.

"Yes... Yep... Just save your fight for Rania. So how is Rania doing now? Have you expressed your feelings?" audrey Goda.

Mikko's face changed instantly. He didn't know how to answer the girl's question.

"Mikko, you know, I didn't bother about what happened when we were kids. We didn't even know what stale milk was? But my parents were too much" Audrey said.

His blue eyes stared at the sky which was adorned with white clouds. The weather in this dry season is indeed quite blistering. Occasionally the air blows slowly, carrying grains of sand and that have not been doused in rain for a long time.

"Your parents are so outrageous. Especially during the scout camp activities at that time. Should we stop such a search?" mikko said with a tinge of emotion.

"Hmm? So which one do you trust? Did the tragedy happen a year ago before I moved, or just a few months ago? After that there's no more scout camp activities, right?" search Audrey.

Mikko rounded his eyes. Mouth's open.

"Yes too, huh? Rania has said this to me repeatedly. But why do I understand it now?" mikko said to herself.

"Mikko, I have deep regrets for Rania. Until I moved schools, I didn't say sorry to him for what happened back then. Every moment I just pray, may the angel save him from death."

Corner wet Qiandra eyes. A few seconds later he was sobbing. His heart must have long held back this feeling.

"Mikko, are you sure, the Rania before us right now is Princess Rania?" audrey said in between her sobs.

"What do you mean, Audrey? Does Rania have a twin?" ask Mikko.

"I'm afraid that I'm really missing the chance to say sorry to Rania. I'm afraid he's been..."

"Hey, stop that sentence. I don't like hearing that."

Mikko pulled Audrey into his arms. This was the first time he had embraced a woman other than his mother.

"Did you know Rania Austeen in first grade High School? She is in the same class as Princess Rania. Everyone should realize, that there is only one 'Rania' left at this time," said Audrey Lirih.

Slowly, the woman released her dirinys from Mikko's embrace. He doesn't want anyone to misunderstand. Mikko was just his best friend, nothing more.

...🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺...

"Is this really Miss?" Musliha pursed her lips to look at Rania.

"Sst... Lower your voice, Musliha. I'm still not sure about that myself" said Rania.

Beyond a doubt, it turns out that Qiandra actually told them about Musliha, the assistant chef at the house.

"I thought he was just a bully" whispered Rania.

"What, Miss?"

"Ah, there is nothing," said Rania.

"So Miss Qiandra said, while waiting for her to get ready for the meeting, Miss can eat anything here. Does Miss want me to cook something?" Musliha.

"Emmm... No need. I'm afraid" said Rania.

"It's okay, Miss. This is a direct order from Miss Qiandra. What if I cook sarmale*?" musliha.

(*Turkish specialties)

"Eh, is that it? Can, deh."

Thirty minutes later...

"Qiandra! What happened to your hair?" rania cried when she saw Qiandra.

"Why? Looks better, right?" qiandra said casually.

Rania clucked resentfully at the new appearance of her employer. The woman, who was born with blonde hair typical of the Caucasian nation, is now changing her hair color with black.

Not only that, the barbie-like appearance was changed to be simpler with clothes quite covered. That is the hallmark of Rania.

"Why is he following my appearance? He even took the trouble to learn Romanian. What's for?" rania murmured in the heart.

"Why do you look upset? Aren't we like twins?" qiandra cuek.

"Hmm? It's okay." Rania got out of her chair and prepared to leave.

"How's your sister preparing for tomorrow night's event? Just bring him and your mother here to make up with us" Qiandra suggested.

Rania stopped her steps, "Why are you suddenly so good?" asked Rania in a high voice.

"What do you mean?" said Qiandra with a frown.

"Why did you become good? It's getting harder on me. What's your plan?" rania urged.

"What plan? Is it wrong to do good?" reply Qiandra.

"It's not like you used to be" Rania said again.

"So you like me a bully better than one like this?" Qiandra clasped her hands to hold back the emotions.

"Maybe yes. Ever since I knew you six years ago, we've never made history on good terms. You always race me to show me who is the best among us" Rania said at length.

"That was me, Rania. Even though I don't remember anything anymore. All I remember was that I always felt lonely, alone, even in the center of the crowd. Don't I have a chance to change?"

Rania exhaled her breath in annoyance. He should not be lulled by the girl's words. He is an expert in playing Victim.

(Connected)

Thank you for reading. See you around.