The Tippingback of Rania's World
Episode 19 - The Rain Story

“Ah, it has started the rainy season apparently,” muttered Chloe.

Her delicate palms held the tessan of rainwater, which fell from the roof of the balcony. Cold air enveloped him, who was only clad in a simple blouse. His eyeballs swept across the entire scene from the second floor of his house.

Far from his view, there is a simple village dominated by brown roofs and green gardens that are bathed in rain.

“Entai since when, I moved from that place full of memories,” he said. His hand held the photo sheet Wilson had given him a few days ago.

“Hahhhh...” Chloe exhales deeply. His mind drifted to twenty-five years ago, in a metropolis.

Freckle rain drenched the cement and paving block mossy behind the shopping complex. A little blue-eyed girl, walking staggered among the raindrops that soaked her silky smooth skin. His hands clasped each other, inhibiting heat emissions from his body. His small, frail legs stumbled several times on the hollowed-out street.

His heart knows no fear. His mind was merely filled with the figure of a middle-aged man who was now lying alone in a reot house.

“Pa, hang on,” cry the little girl. His heart is filled with prayer and hope, may there be enough time until he returns.

His ruthlessly rebellious stomach, he ignored. Since this afternoon there has been nothing filled but water. But the determination in his body, like an extra source of energy that can make him walk in the dark and cold urban air.

Tok…

“Excuse me, doctor.” The little girl called out her weak voice.

Ckeklicks! An iron door opened.

“Ya, what's up?”

“My father is sick. Can the doctor check it at home. I beg you,” pinta thirteen-year-old with tears streaming.

“Ehm. I am only his wife, and my husband is on duty in the hospital,” replied the woman in her thirties with a ketus.

“Oh, is that it? Alright, sorry I interrupted.” The girl turned her body. His head thought hard, where else should he go?

“Why don't you just accept him?” a man from inside the house.

“Looks like he's a poor man. How's he gonna pay us later? We also need money to live,” replied the woman with a ketus.

The girl who was still not far away from the house heard everything. He wanted to complain, but even sighing felt inappropriate. It was the third clinic he attended, and all of them refused to help.

Although she was very young, the girl knew very well. In this cruel world, very few people have a conscience. They all move because of money and the throne. It was the wealthy aristocrats who were entitled to taste the delights of life, not the poor with the lowest caste like him.

However, the atmosphere was not broken. He continued walking in the rain to seek help for his father. She is the only family the teenager has today. If the man leaves, then the girl will be a despicable piece of kara in this strange land. And among the millions of millions of demon-hearted humans, there must be one angel who was able to save his life. He's sure of it.

Plashing! Plashing! Plashing!

There was the sound of footsteps behind the teenager who was tweaking the old hujau. His heart was pounding, he was speeding up his pace. But it was unexpected, the footsteps accelerated even more, following the footsteps of the teenager into a fairly large street.

Greb!

“Aaaaa..!” the girl was scared.

“Hei, Dik's. Be calm. I have no evil intentions on you.”

The blaster-faced girl opened her eyes. The figure of the young lady nan ayu was standing right beside her. Her eyelashes are very pliable, her hair is neatly tied. He wears a fast food restaurant uniform. Most importantly, it did not emit any evil aura from its face.

“Sorry that I scared you. But what is a little girl like you doing in the middle of the night like this? I've been watching you since in front of the minimarket,” asked the woman.

The little girl's eyes glazed over. Is this the angel who will help him? From the moment he walked, no one rebuked him, let alone asked? They all turned their faces away, closing their consciences so as not to engage in the dark lives of lowly caste people like him.

“Hmm... well.. as long as I can fulfill it,” said the woman.

“My father is very sick. I don't know what pain he has. But at the moment he is alone and needs medical help,” said the teenager loudly.

“What did you say? Where's your house? I have an acquaintance of a mantri. Hopefully it can help,” exclaimed the woman.

Without waiting for long, the two women ran amidst the darkness, splitting the streets of the majestic yet seedy metropolis behind her. Buildings that are built irregularly, like a labyrinth that confuses people through it. They moved as fast as lightning, a life was waiting for him at home.

“Papa!”

“Eilariae. You come, boy,” said the man helplessly.

“Hold, Pa. I have brought help,” said the girl named Eilaria.

A mantri and a woman in a fast-food restaurant uniform burst into the house uninhabitable. Almost the entire roof is leaking. The walls of his house are made of used boards and plywood, such as not being able to withstand the exposure of angina above average speed. Without saying much, the about forty-year-old mantri, saved the life of a helpless weak man.

“For a while his critical time has passed. But still need to be treated intensively in the hospital. My medical equipment is unable to cure him. He suffered from TB and gastric gerd which is quite severe,” said the man without a white coat.

Eilaria's father is now soundly asleep. His daughter can now smile a little, “Thank you Mr. Mantri, Kak,” he said.

“Thank God. Thank you, sir,” said the woman from the ceat saji restaurant. “Dik, your papa is safe. You saved him.” The woman tightly hugged the teenage girl who kept biting her lips held back the cry of haru.

“Do you have health insurance from private or government?” ask the Mantri who was later known as Alfarobi.

“Nothing. We are here only immigrants who are wasted,” he said.

“Don't cry, Son. I will help you,” said Mr. Mantri. “We will take you to a big hospital, so that your father can be treated well by the doctor there,” he continued.

“Thank you Mr. Mantri, Brother..” said Eilaria cilik repeatedly.

“Jenni. Call me Jennia,” says Jennia. Nineteen-year-old woman who works part-time at fast food restaurant and cleaning service at Pak Alfarobi clinic.

“Pak, later the cost of care is taken from my salary only, yes,” whispered Jennia.

“Not necessary. You can accompany them until they heal. The cost will be handled,” said Mr. Mantri.

“But I brought you here,” whispered Jennia again.

“No Jennia. You just use that money for your school. Your income can still be set aside a little to help them,” said Mr. Mantri sincerely.

“I miss her so much,” whispered Chloe alone. Decades passed.

Decades passed, Chloe never a day to forget the girl named Jennia in her memory. With the help of the two kind-hearted men, Chloe Eilaria Vander, now better known as Chloe Eilaria Austeen can still live comfortably with her father.

After her father's condition improved a little at that time, Jennia also said goodbye to continue her education in another city. Chloe, who has nothing, can only give a souvenir from her grandmother as a thank you.

From then on, news of the angel-hearted girl disappeared. Even Mr. Mantri, who later became Chloe's adoptive father, no longer finds any trace of her.

Cloudy clouds and raindrops, slowly replaced with sun-colored violet rays. The wind also warmed a little. As did Chloe's longing that began to be treated. Is the woman in the photo the Jennia he knows?

(Connected)

Thank you for reading. See you around...