You Are My Sunshine
The Part 201
The day began to fall afternoon. The cloudy sunny weather suddenly grew cloudy. The gray cloud began to appear to be twitching. Initially only a few who came carried away by the wind, then over time the group fused and swept the sky covering the blue sky as well as the dashing sun that from morning spread its charm.
After teaching the lecture eyes, Rifki stood glued to the window right behind the desk of his private room on the campus. Lightning blaring snatched signifies that soon the sky and earth will meet each other with an intermediary called rain, releasing each other's longing because of the distance apart.
Drizzle began to wet down, splashes of water splashed the window glass where Rifki was standing. His breathing was heavy and deep, and it hurt every time he sighed. The love that was never revealed, must be broken by force because now the feeling is wrong. Worshiping something that already belongs to someone else, will only end in self-inflicted destitution.
Derogate....
Yeah, that's all he has to do now, try though it's not as easy as it sounds. Train the heart to let go of something that is not destined.
He flipped his tall strapping body, his gaze again leading to an envelope on the table, the invitation letter of his girlfriend's wedding reception with the man of the owner.
Earlier this morning Rifki only accepted it, but refused to open it. Still unable to read the writing printed there, when it was printed with gold ink in it was definitely not his name. The young lecturer sat himself down, hesitating to take the invitation letter and read the front.
Rifki Alain Ferdinand's
He thins his lips laughing at himself. His name was printed on the front, but only as an invited guest, not as a groom. After a long while looking at him, he braced himself open and read the contents.
Anandara & Wira Aryasatya, Wedding Reception.
"It's time I let go of the feelings that bothered me even though I knew it took time. It came as fast as lightning, but it crept like a snail. Be happy always," he murmured as he rubbed the name of Anandara printed there.
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He went to the garage. It looks like Mr. Jono is preparing with one of his cars to pick up Dara according to his duties every day. The hero turns his attention to the bandaged part of his body, moving it slowly constantly ensuring that his palms are able to grip well.
Her memory floated on her chatter last night with Dara. Regarding driving anxiety disorder when it rains that he wants to ascertain. He was weighing, to be honest, a thick fear still shackled him. Afraid that he might not be able to cope and wallow in those painful memories again.
The hero intended to go back inside the house, but then his steps came to a halt. He reflexively grabbed the keys of the car he often drove and walked quickly to the garage.
"Sir Jono. Let me pick up Dara" he said. There was a sound from his car indicating the door lock was open.
"But Sir. when it's raining and you_" Mr. Jono did not continue his floating remark, his eyes fixed on his master worried.
Wira understood what the driver meant, because Mr. Jono also knew about the trauma he experienced. "I knew. This time I really want to try it, just pray that everything is okay."
"Hand Master how?" ask Mr. Jono back.
"It can be moved even though it has not fully recovered. I'll just go slow."
The handsome doctor sat behind the wheel and began to turn on his engine, gently and carefully treading on the gas pedal while chanting the do'a in his heart, begging God to give him the ease to drive all that trauma away.
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