Rain Bias: The Memory of You
Kamu

It rained very hard. I who was silent at the stop could only stare at the falling raindrops. Still in a white-gray uniform, my skin clearly felt the cold. Sweaters do not help to warm up. Long vacation in the coastal area, I forgot that the mountains can be this cold.

The wind kept me shivering. Damn, the bus I was waiting for didn't come.

The scroll of my watch that indicated the time was already afternoon, usually the twilight light would welcome me out of school. But the clouds gathered very tightly. My vision was only aided by the meager stop lights.

I fear. I want to get home quickly.

Sighing deeply, my gaze could not escape the direction the bus was coming from. I don't know how long I've been standing here and staring in that direction. Over time my neck felt sore.

By the way, it's quiet. There was only a slow passing vehicle speeding through the rain. The other students have been coming home since noon. It was different for me to be in a meeting so I went home too late.

My friend, Virha, has invited me home together. He used to come home with me on the bus but this time he took the bike. Stupidly, I refused his invitation. I thought it wasn't raining today because before the sky was quite clear. I also have plans to go to the bookstore before going home.

Just when I was at this stop, the clouds immediately gathered into a row as if it was mocking me that I had misjudged. I'm finally stuck here.

Damnit.

The sound of water splashing as someone ran could be heard approaching, I turned my head and saw a man. I could not see his face because it was covered in a hooded jacket, nor did I care. But from the pants he was wearing he wasn't a student from my school. So, I tried not to pay attention to him and looked back at the falling rain speck.

Silent.

I could hear his hunting breath even though he was standing some distance away from me. "Finally," the sound of his whispering made me turn my head. He pulled the hood of his jacket. Showing her charming face.

His thick yet sharp eye brows, his pointed nose, his lips thin like two fused lines. But what attracted the most attention was his pitch-black eyes. His gaze was firm and focused.

When I saw the black iris, I was drowning in it.

Breaking through the rain made her hair wet. He moved his head to the right and left and then ruffled his hair with his palm wrapped in bandages, trying to slash at the points of water stuck to his hair.

I'm riveted. The scenery that only I could see anime, was now clearly in front of me.

Since long ago I wondered, why is the stunned girl always shown slow motion in anime? Now I understand. I felt it, the feeling as if time stopped and movement started to slow down. That's because I can't take my eyes off her.

Feeling noticed, he faced towards me. I turned my eyes to the opposite direction.

Well, that's really embarrassing. He must think I'm a freak.

Lousy. I put on earphones from my pocket and listened to music, trying to get my mind off.

Why don't the buses come, huh? It was getting late, I was worried that no buses were operating. Especially the weather that rains like this. Sucks.

But that was it, amazing. The drops of water that were blown from her hair really did look beautiful.

My eyes couldn't bear to glance at him, but quickly I turned my eyes away.

How not? The man is still looking at me! My heart feels like it's coming out.

Why is he still watching me?

Is it because I was caught watching him?

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Think positive Naura. Maybe he was looking at the bus that happened to make him glance at me.

But, I'm sure he's looking at me. Without saying a word, whether it's mumbling or anything. Sometimes his mouth opens as if to say something to me, but it closes again because of doubt.

And it makes me anxious.

I don't know where the courage came from, I took off the earphones that hung in my ears and faced them firmly. For a moment I saw him flinch but came back like nothing happened.

“From which school, brother? I just saw my brother in this area,” I threw away the shame and asked him to talk. I better start the conversation, it feels anxious with his half-middle behavior.

Unprepared for my question, he was silent for a moment before answering, “I from the special high school son in Jalan Pelita. Don't call brother? My name is Luthfian, if you?” I hesitated when he reached out. But it would be impolite if I ignored it because I was the first to start the conversation.

On the other hand, I didn't think he wanted to know my name.

“I Naura,” reply me while replying to her hand. “By the way, what business to get to Jalan Indah. It's a long way from there?”

I who was usually quiet and did not care about the circumstances around suddenly wanted to know about this person. Weird, right? What is this feeling?

His eyes glared at the still cloudy dark sky. Maybe we'll be in the afternoon soon. “I originally wanted to go home, but the horrors of friends, people I have been looking for a long time are around here.” His gaze changed towards me, “so I hurried here. Uh, it's rain."

“Oh, gitu.” I realized to hold back. Even though I just knew him, I shouldn't have interfered in his affairs. It's just that I want to know, my mouth can't hold any longer, “have met the same person?”

He nodded, his gaze still loyal towards me. “Udah, but his richness he did not want me.”

I don't know what to react to, but if I'm looking for someone a long time later when he meets he doesn't recognize me it must be painful. A sense of regret was present in my mind.

Right, I shouldn't have interfered. “Sorry, I'm sorry.”

Blame this curiosity of mine.

I was stunned, that person must have been very valuable to him. Judging from his attitude, whoever that person was, he was very lucky to have a friend like Luthfi. When I looked into his eyes I could see a great sadness and longing in the depths of his deep eyes.

It hurts.

“I shouldn't expect more. Three years have passed anyway. I'm glad he's still like he used to be.” The thin line on her lips moved to form an amused smile, “clumsy girl.”

Suddenly he smiled widely making his eyes narrow and curved to form a crescent moon, “I even vent, nih. Haha.”

Her voice turned soft as she said, “Sorry and.. thanks, Naura.”.

That shady look, I think I've seen it. A warm feeling filled my heart. This feeling is not too foreign. Where and when have I ever felt it?

The sound of the car engine distracts me. A sense of happiness, relief, exploding in my heart made the heavy weight on my shoulders disappear. Finally the bus came!

I glanced at him who was still unmoved not intending to get into the bus. “No riding, Luthfi?”

He shook his head, “my friend wants to pick up.”

“Oh so, then I first. Mari.” I nodded slowly then ran small to get into the bus.

The warm air makes me comfortable. The coldness that was originally as if piercing the bone slowly dissipated. The condition of the bus that is not too crowded makes me free to sit anywhere. My choice fell on the window seat. When I turned to look at her again, she waved at me with a smile.

His mouth moved saying something, but I didn't know what it was. Somewhat clumsy, I waved back and kept watching him until the bus drove away.

I'm being thought. Why did he say sorry and thank you?

***

This morning the rain came again. Bringing sleepy air and coldness enveloped the classroom. Some students leaned their heads on the table, propped up their chin with their hands, worse sleeping covered in open books. Cultural art material given as if entering the right ear out the left ear.

Unfortunately I can't be. Sitting in the front row made me have to open my eyes wide, listen to the explanation of the symbols that exist in two-dimensional and three-dimensional art.

Clenching my teeth hard, I tried not to yawn. A misstep I could be appointed to re-explain what was being explained.

It's no problem, because I've been seriously listening while taking notes in books. But with an audience that was so loud I wanted to talk at length in front without anyone noticing. I really respect teacher for being able to patiently face us. Because of this I am not interested in being a teacher.

The break bell rang twice, the sleepy student was suddenly excited. Not to be bothered, Mr. Darma closed the material today and gave PR work on a multiple choice of chapter one to collect next week.

Spirit sounds from all directions.

I snorted loudly, these children, it was a break in spirit.

Pulling the hood of my jacket I slipped between the folds of my hand on the table. Satisfied I yawned after painstakingly holding it just now. I can finally sleep too.

Something hit my head many times. At first I wanted to ignore it, but the longer the power got bigger. With annoyance I looked up, “APA?!”

But reciprocated with a pull on both of my cheeks, “galak really. Inget Wednesday, request Black Clover.”

His flat look always pisses me off. Her cheek-pinched manner and anime palmist added a bad impression to my eyes. His job is just class president, his behavior is like a market thug.

“Lepaswin dwulwu.”

His hand was too strong to pull. So I can only ask to be released. If Virha were here, I would be able to take refuge in her. Unfortunately he has OSIS business, so you have.

Angga pulled up the chair so sitting opposite me, we set up a transfer app on each phone without saying anything.

It has become a habit for us to share anime files. I was in charge of downloading the anime on-going, while Angga was in charge of downloading the movie or anime finished what I wanted. Hm... Since when do we do this? As if this just flows.

Again I evaporated wide. The difference is a rough palm shuts my mouth, he prepares to nag. “Kalo nguap mouth closed, default through eating default lo.”

I pulled his hand from my mouth, looking down at the phone screen with no intention of fighting back. The sleepiness that strikes makes me lazy to fight with him. I was wrong anyway. So I have nothing to say.

But he seems to understand.

“Why? Sleepy?” tanyanya while checking the video that I have finished sending. “UKS aja pen bed mah.”

“Males down, far” My answer is short. I straightened my left hand on the table and made it a pillow. “Sana hush hush,” my murmur is either up or not in her ear. But he understood to stay away, not forgetting to return the chair to its original place.

When Angga left, the classroom atmosphere became quiet. Maybe someone else went to the cafeteria. The rest are only children who bring supplies or have been to the cafeteria at empty hours this morning. This made the sound of rain sound clear in my ears.

Rained out.

I remember the man I met at the stop yesterday. The sight of him slamming water from his hair was ringing in my mind all night. Makes me look for an anime that has scenes like that to stay up late.

But nothing makes me happy to see it. The feeling of the afternoon was so beautiful and could not be compared to the visualization that the anime presented. Marvelous.

I feel like seeing him again. Wish those black eyes could bring out its warm glow.