Call Me Rain
Rains..

This afternoon, after the last hour of study ended. Alula rushed out of the classroom to the school gate.he did not immediately take Mirza home, but asked to be delivered quickly where she worked as a design maker.

"Abang, anterin me to the boutique first well" he told Mirza who was waiting in an ordinary place.

"Ogah," rejected Mirza by twisting her shoulder.

"Oh ko' that, Yaudah I ride ajek aja nih." threatened Alula and pretended to leave.

"Yaudah, sono!" Mirza also pretended to drive his motorcycle.

"Abang ih," with annoyed Alula riding on the bike Mirza, did not want to be abandoned.

"Down Lu, I'm not a kang ojek." said Mirza.

Instantly their memories returned at their first meeting at the peak. Alula laughed as she called Mirza Ojek.

"Her son, clear face bin kinclong, the best masterpiece gini Lu call kang Ojek." sungut with annoyance.

Alula laughs again "Jude, sorry, it's been a long time."

Alula has enjoyed her job as an amateur designer for almost two months now.she did not expect that Ms. Nuning would like her work so much. For her, it was a lot of fun because she could easily channel her hobbies, at the same time get a decent royalty on the results of his work and again, his work also does not interfere with the learning process during school.

"Since Mom wears your design, many order clothes here.they are satisfied with the model of your clothes" said Bu Nuning with a smile on her father's face.

Alula is now in the workspace of Bu Nuning - the owner of the boutique - strange indeed, even though the picture he gave is ordinary, but according to Bu Nuning it looks special.

Bu Nuning walked towards the row of clothes hanging neatly by the side of his desk.

"Here," Ms. Nuning showed me one shirt that had just been sewn on Alula,

"The color is pretty, right? I adjusted the same design that you sent on Tuesday yesterday. stay plus a little sequin on the chest."

Alula was flabbergasted, not believing that the real result would be that pretty.

"Bah... Ma'am, this is the sewing aja aja pinter really. I'm just a picture of the design aja, the pinter yes sewingnya. can adjust the same design so ma'am."

Alula has tried several times to practice it herself. it was very difficult to produce one shirt, because he was not an expert in his field.

Nuning's mother just smiled at the words of the Alula.

"It's not wrong that you never want to be praised."

"Well, it's true, ma'am." Alula just grimaced in shame.

"Lha yes, but still, a designer also needs careful thought.producing a work is not easy. let alone this shirt, must be considered with detail, size, fabric material, and other materials, also the color to wear."

"Mother pray, may you become a famous designer in the future" said Ms. Nuning sincerely.

"Aamiin ma'am, I'm going to date her ngaamiinin to get it right quickly." Bu Nuning shook his head.

"Here, pay for the design that you sent last month to Mom. don't forget to save!" Ms. Nuning tossed a brown envelope in front of her, asking Ms. Nuning to pay for it with cash.

"Thank you very much, ma'am." Bu Nuning simply nodded, then smiled.

After his business with Bu Nuning was finished, Alula approached Mirza who was waiting for him in the waiting room sofa.

"Sorry, long time ago bang?" Alula felt bad for having made Mirza wait for her.

"Some, just my shoulder is a bulukan nih nyampe." point Mirza on her shoulder with eye cues.

"Well, that's because of my single brother." Alula followed Mirza who was walking towards the exit.

Mirza looked at "What's the connection?"

"Enormally empty, no one's gender." Alula laughed in satisfaction after mocking Mirza.

Mirza only snorted bitterly and left Alula who was still laughing at her.

"Lu's great joy, the laughs of the deck." Mirza muttered as she was wearing her fullface helmet.His smile suddenly expanded to see Alula's white face turning red after laughing.

But his joy did not last long, when he saw someone who had just got off a car right next to his motorcycle. Mirza's face turned flat.

"Sister Gweny, come here too?" Alula who was still standing on the doorstep then walked quickly to Gweny.

"Hi La," she said to Alula.

then turned to look at Mirza who was standing next to him.

"Hai Mir." unexpectedly, Mirza nodded her head in return for his greeting.

"Will you go home?" ask him to Alula.

"Yes Brother, Eumm.." Alula had not yet spoken, Mirza cut him off.

"Decks, sleepy tired" he said while turning on the engine of the motor.

"Yes my brother, bring me some." Alula grabbed Mirza's shoulder and then he got on the bike. "We first, sister." said to Gweny who was still standing next to the car. Gweny just nodded, then smiled.

"Let's not sleepy, I jajanin meatballs want yah! I'm abis payjian dong." said Alula proudly, because he had made his own money.

"Would you like a deal?" Goda Mirza's.

"Yes, I'm buying."

And now, they have arrived at the meatballs - Mirza's favorite place - unexpectedly and unexpectedly, it turns out that the duo of Mirza's friends have been sitting sweetly at one of the tables, facing the two of them who had just entered the tavern.

"Dream if I ever meet Lu both here" said Mirza while sitting in the chair opposite Martin.

"Lu forgot (mandatory shower) this morning." and a toyoran landed on Marko's forehead.

"Don't fuck me. Don't make me equal you yah!" mirza protest.

Martin laughed when he heard it. "Mouth lu filter woi, there are minors." she said with a laugh, Alula just sneered .

"Eh neng peri," said Marko with a crybaby.

"The fairy neng knows no, the difference between fairies and wood." apparently Marko began to carry out his fighting actions.

"Engga, what?" alula asked with a frowning forehead.

"It's a wooden tart, mahogany, if the fairy neng. my honey."

Alula just laughed at Marko's rumble.

Mirza had opened her mouth to interrupt, but stopped, because the waiter came to deliver their order.

"Please Mas." said Mirza to the waiter.

"Oh yes, you're welcome. Mas. please enjoy." the waiter left their table.

"Neng fairy, if meatballs smell meat well. well if fish, what smell?"

Alula's forehead again frowned, "Amis?"

"Amishu.... " Alula laughs again with crispy.really, being near Marko always makes him feel comforted. Even he feels, his body has released a lot of endorphins hormone. always fun indeed listen to the humor of Marko, Marko, and he feels that his body has released a lot of endorphins, making tired also the stress disappears.

While Mirza and Martin put their shoulders together, they were reluctant to admit that they had a friend as humiliating as Marko.

"Father Lu sirik aja," Marko glared at Mirza who now also laugh at him.

"Heh Marko Syafe'i, ngegombal tuh classy little."

"Eh Lu kang semir, don't mention my real name in front of the girl.be go! timid Lu." this time Mirza and Martin laughed back and forth until they had to hold their stomachs that hurt. Marko does not always like if his last name is mentioned.

"How dare I be the same, the name is cool-cool Marko. uh behind him is given Syafe'i. will drop my self-esteem as a handsome person." Marko continued to grumble, upset as to why his parents gave him such a name.

"The name is a form of affection from parents loh bang." said Alula while stirring sweet iced tea that had just been delivered by the waiter.

"I used to hate being called Alula, I love being called Rain."

"So, whenever anyone names me. I say, call me Rain." Mirza who was thrusting a fork into the meatball, immediately turned to Alula who was sitting next to her.

"Because I like the name Rain." added Alula.

Mirza felt that she knew that name, Rain. But isn't Rain's name in this world not just one ? Mirza dismissed him, there was no way Rain - the beautiful-faced toothless child - was the same person as Alula.

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Happy reading... 😊