Call Me Rain
Passage

Already a few days Mirza is more at home silent in the office, he always comes home when the night is almost late. Pa Sanjaya was astonished, for he never gave his son any hard work.

Actually work is just an excuse, he only needs time to be alone. rest his mind that feels chaotic lately. Lucky now he has his own room in the office, he said, he could stay there for a long time.

His engagement to Gweny that was done suddenly, as well as feeling unrequited by Alula, made his heart and mind more chaotic.

The only way is to avoid everyone. I don't know, it feels lazy to talk to everyone. Because no one understands his feelings at the moment.Even Alula, he said, the girl he thought also had the same feeling, turned out to be just incising a wound.

But, why is the current feeling different. suddenly he misses Alula very much. His sweet smile, his carefree laugh, his chatty Alula when waking himself from sleep, suddenly just crossed his mind.

One day not to meet him alone, his life felt lonely. And now, it had been days that he had not seen it. There was a feeling of loss that he was beginning to feel.

Mirza stared at the clock hanging on the wall of her room. It was time for him to go home, his thoughts were immediately fixed on Alula.

He wanted to convince once again, whether Alula might also have the same feeling, but was hindered by something. After a long time together, Alula also had the same feeling, at least he knows the nature of Alula who always attach importance to the feelings of others rather than herself. is it possible, Alula does that ?

He immediately cleaned up the files he had just read. Put it back on the table neatly, to make it easier to take and learn again.

The feeling of impatience to meet with Alula, made him forget to take his mobile phone on the table.A habit he often do if in a hurry.

Mirza came out of her room, she saw several other employees were also preparing to go home. With a hasty step, she walked towards the elevator without regard to some employees who greeted.

"Good afternoon sir."

"Go home sir ?" greet some employees who passed by him.

Mirza did not answer, her mind is now focused on the owner of a clean white face that lately unsettled her feelings.

The elevator door opened, he hurriedly entered it. There were only a few employees who came in with him.

Parked, his car was trapped between several other employee cars. Makes him feel upset, why the parking attendant did not make it easy to get out.

For some reason, it feels like he can't wait to meet the girl.foolish with the rejection he received. he just wants to meet and reassure his feelings.

In the middle of the trip, his car stopped. the road was so full, resulting in a long traffic jam. Mirza snorted in annoyance, why everyone did not understand her will. she just wanted to go home quickly.

TIII ...

TIIINS..

TIIIN'S...

Mirza honked many times, because the car in front of him did not move even though the other vehicle had started to run normally. Ah, apparently the car in front of him suffered engine damage.again Mirza grunted annoyed.

"Brengs*k." he said.

After struggling to deal with the traffic jam of the capital city, Mirza finally arrived in the yard of his house.it was still afternoon when he returned home, unlike Mirza usually came home sooner.

The main door of her house has opened. Mirza's steps are fixed on the white-painted door, not far from the stairs to the second floor where her room is. Her smile expands when she is on the doorstep.

"Sir," called him after the door of the room opened. Hopefully he will find Alula lying down while drawing a dress design on the bed as usual.

But he found only an empty room. Mirza again called Alula's name, no answer, until someone's call outside the room made her turn to the origin of the voice.

"Den Emir, what else is here ?" Sister Sri came with a bed sheet in her hand.she wanted to change the bed sheet in Alula's room.

"Where's Ma'am?" he asked without further ado, impatient to see you soon.

"Loh, Den Emir does not know yet, neng Lula was gone this afternoon" said Mbak Sri with his medok accent.

Mirza's smile suddenly receded, for some reason the word 'go' spoken by Mbak Sri felt pierced into his heart.

Mirza frowned, though,

"Go ? go where.when will he go home." - inwardly.

Without caring about Sister Sri who was still standing in front of the door, Mirza hurriedly walked into the backyard. He passed through ornamental flower plants owned by Mama Indri, swimming pool, fruit garden where Mang Ujang was cleaning there and fish pond to reach the pavilion.

"Deck ... Pa Abhi . " cried Mirza as she reached the door of the pavilion. He knocked on the door many times, but there was no answer from within.

"Den Emir kunaon tea (why) ? ko' run-run. aya naon (what's up) den ?" apparently Mang Ujang also ran when he saw Mirza running towards the pavilion.

"Mang Ujang, Pa Abhi same Lula where ?" asked Mirza with a sigh.

"Loh, you were gone. Den Emir tea don't know?" answer mang Ujang with a shrunken forehead.

Again the word 'go' coming out of the mouth mang Ujang, making the corner of his heart ache.

Mirza reached into her pants pocket, she was about to pick up a cell phone. Unfortunately, his phone was left in the office.

"Aarrgh .." why he was always careless when he was in a hurry.

Mirza panicked, and without a second thought, she ran back into the house, leaving Mang Ujang still dumbstruck to see her.

"Ma," call Mirza, approaching Mama Indri who turns out to be cool cooking in the kitchen.

"You are why, from earlier Mama saw you like running." said Mama Indri.

"Main hide and seek?" coined.

"Ma, where's Lula ? why isn't he in the room, the pavilion isn't there either. Where is Ma ?" Mirza immediately flocked Mama Indri with questions, regardless of Mama Indri's reprimand.

"Loh, so you don't know ?" mama Indri asked with a shrunken forehead.

"What is Ma ?" urged Mirza, her face was now becoming more and more panicked.

"You don't know if Alula's gone? didn't he tell you?" mirza's face now changed pias. The words 'go' kept ringing in her ears.

"Where the hell is it, everybody says Alula's gone."

"So, you really don't know if Alula moved to Bandung ?" Mama Indri reassured.

Instantly his body felt weak, as if there was no support bone in his body.he sat on the dining table chair. His hearing was sudden tu li, only the words 'go' were increasingly ringing in his ears.

"Why did Mama let her go ?" although not crying, but Mirza's voice sounded sad and disappointed, he stared at the empty dining table in front of him.

"Why did he go Ma.

"Same Papa can't make him stay here Mir. He still has Pa Abhi, the one who has more right to take care of him." Mama Indri rubbed Mirza's back, trying to calm her down.

"At least wait for the Emir to return home Ma." he looked at Mama Indri with a sad look, his voice sounded increasingly bitter.

"Mom thinks Alula told you" but Mirza shook her head.

"Emir did not know Ma. if the Emir knew, this morning the Emir would not go to the office." his sigh could not believe, why did Alula not tell him.

Mama Indri let out a long sigh, looking at Mirza who was like this, reminding her of Inara's departure at that time. Mirza really loves Alula.

"He just moved to Bandung, we can go there anytime." entertain Mama Indri.

Somehow Mirza felt Alula not only moved house, but went away from him. If Alula had indeed moved house, why had she never told him anything in the first place.

Mirza felt sad, whether all this time his presence never arrived.Why Alula so good, leaving him and his feelings that now began to be understood.

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