Rashi & Its Bucins
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...I like them, ...

...who is still smiling in his wound. ...

...♔...

Rainal is not good at entertaining someone, especially when the person is at the lowest point of his life. He also does not know how Mahesa can get Rashi out of the mud puddle of despair, becoming a beautiful girl who will make many men willing to be careless, including Rainal.

So Rainal chose silently when Rashi came, sitting cautiously while silently holding back complaints of sitting in a new abdominal operating condition.

She's truly a beautiful and strong girl.

His age may have just entered the number seventeen. The age at which she should still cry easily when hurt, sad, disappointed, lost. The age where he should be busy thinking about the likes of upperclassman kece, the mist thought about the unfinished task. The age at which all this happened to him, has not been feasible, when viewed from human glasses.

But Rainal had no idea why God sometimes chose one in a hundred, a thousand, or a million of his servants to give a test that seemed too severe. Rainal never intended to blame God, because he was not the type who felt he knew the best, where it should be. It's just, Rashi is too young.

And he's been through all those tough tests in his life.

The first time Rainal met Rashi, she was not as beautiful as she was now. He was a kid once. The seemingly innocent Junior High kid is entangled in the charm of Mahesa Mahardika. But by then, he was strong.

Strong enough for Rainal to fall in love at first sight.

Though after being examined, it turns out that it was only a few months Rashi released his mother's departure.

She's powerful. He's always been strong. That's why Rainal likes it.

Rashi was silent the whole way. He said nothing even though he should have wondered why Rainal knew the address he was staying at. Because Rashi did not ask, Rainal did not explain.

Bend the steering wheel to get into the open iron fence of a minimalist white house. Of course Rainal planned to leave immediately so as not to be seen by anyone, but stopped when Rashi said, "Come in first."

Instead, Rainal got stiff.

Going in?

To Rashi's house?

To the white world of the angel?

To heaven while he was a demon?

Where could it possibly be. Rainal was too dirty and sinful to go too deep. He is quite like this, because once again, it is very insolent to like Rashi Anuja.

His family will certainly not be happy if Rashi comes with a thug who arranges more than half of the drug distribution line, to prostitution and even murder in Bandung.

"Rail?"

The name is too funny for a Rainal, but if it's Rashi, it doesn't matter.

His mouth was open to give the best rejection. Honey, didn't get a chance because of a boy's cry.

"Mama!"

The mama?

All of this happened quickly when a handsome, half-ridiculous-faced boy from tears came running towards Rashi. Rainal is surprised, but his defense mechanism works spontaneously to run down, preventing before the boy jumps into Rashi's sling.

No kidding.

This girl had just had surgery and she was in pain even while sitting down.

Rashi was stunned for a moment, though was instantly distracted by the super-toned cry of the little boy who called him Mama. Ignoring the clueless Rainal, firmly holding the child's body, Rashi approached to hug him.

But Rainal's carrying.

"Dear, baby. Mama's here. Yatha why cry?"

All of this was amazing to Rainal. He sees Yatha, the boy in his hand, trying to escape to move into Rashi's arms.

Obviously not Rainal let it.

"Now, Mama. Want, Mama. Huaaaaaa! Go, Mama!"

"Rashi." One more person appeared, and this time Rainal was familiar. It was Rasya, Rashi's older brother who had lived for about a decade in Bandung, Rainal's territory. He looked at Rainal with a foreign eye, demanding an explanation, protective, but not aggressively pointing it out. "You brought temen?"

When Rainal wants to introduce himself clumsily, Rashi cuts, "Yes, Papa. My arm hit earlier, so it needs to be helped drive. This is Rainal, my acquaintance from Bandung. Rail, this is Rasya, my brother."

Looky.

She just lost her baby, and she's still trying to look normal. Rainal could only follow Rashi's scenario without letting the rampaging Yatha slip away.

"Yatha, honey." Rashi rubbed the boy's face. "Mama's arm is sick. Can't carry Yatha just yet."

Yatha sobbing. "Yatha wants Mama."

"You're here, honey."

"But Mama penggi."

Up close, Rainal could see Rashi coming back to cry.

Well, in the end she's still a teenage girl.

"Mama livesin Yatha."

Although I had seen Rashi crying loudly at Mahesa, it was his sad expression now more slicing hearts.

He attached a forehead to the face of the boy who was tightly hugging his neck from Rainal's hand restraints. "Mama's not going. Mama said just go for a minute. Here, Mama's home. Yatha's a good boy, huh? Crying already. Mama's crying too, you know."

Who exactly is this boy?

...*...

Yatha's existence seemed to slap Rashi with reality.

He still hates his son was not given a chance to live even though it was the son of Mahesa. To be honest, he cannot have children. Not only will he disappoint Rasya, he is still often in charge of his little brother.

Yatha was the third child born to her mother before she left.

Nope.

Yatha's not the cause of Mom's departure.

Without blaming, Rasya is the cause of Mother's departure.

At that time, the mother was pregnant, just waiting for the day of her delivery to come. Incidentally at that time, Rasya also permission to climb the mountain with his campus mapala friends. Indeed, since college Rasya decided to live in Bandung, so he was still doing his campus activities and would only go home if their sister was born.

But misfortune always comes without signs. On a morning that was supposed to be quiet, Mom watched the mountain news that they knew was being climbed by the massive landslide Rasya. There were many casualties, including climbers who were camping on the mountain. Mothers who think too negatively are unable to withstand anxiety to impact their vitality. In short, Mom was rushed to the hospital and had to undergo a cesarean section for Yatha's safety.

It ended with the mother's death forever.

It was a time when Rashi found the world dark. It was so dark that he could not see where his feet were.

Mahesa's role at that time was very big, because he was the one who helped Rashi to rise from the slump when he was leaving Father, Yatha and Rasya. Mother's death also brought Rasya to a slump, almost never returned to Jakarta unless occasionally if it was very forced.

"Where's dali mom?" Yatha followed Rashi up the stairs towards the room. She no longer asked to be carried, but clasped Rashi's hand as if afraid of her brother leaving again. "Where's mama pelgi? Why long? Why don't you take Yatha?"

Frankly, Rashi is mentally ill seeing his sister.

She kept thinking if the baby grew, then she would be like Yatha. That's hurtful. Even so, it was impossible for Rashi to be blunt. There is no place for Yatha to go except for her, and there will be no place for Rashi to let Yatha go, for she is all Rashi has.

"Mom met you earlier." Rashi lay in bed. Letting Yatha come along while keeping the boy from hitting his stitches. The anesthetic that blocked the pain was almost left, until every movement of Rashi began to cause pain. "Yatha here bobo same Mama."

The three-year-old boy cupped Rashi's face, rubbing his tears that were even more flooded. "Mama crying again. Mama don't cry. Yatha doesn't like it."

Rashi tried to laugh. Sealed rather than having to be sad to see his little boy teary-eyed. "Hug Mama if that's it. After going to bed, my mom was no longer sad."

"Promise?"

"Yes, honey."

So Yatha hugged him, patting Rashi's arm like Rashi always did if Yatha had trouble sleeping. "Mama's hand is sick?"

That's a pretty good reason and not too worrying. "Yes. Mama slipped on."

Yatha was silent for a moment, then suddenly left. Rashi called out to him for fear that Yatha was going down the stairs alone. He was already quite proficient, repeatedly Rashi trained him to reduce the unwanted risks, but still, Yatha was still too small.

Wanting Rashi to give chase, his stomach aches being carried away in motion. The doctor told her to rest and Rashi felt an overwhelming headache now from crying.

Waiting for a moment while occasionally calling out, until Yatha finally came.

With Rasya and a basin.

"That's what?"

"Compass."

Rasya dropped Yatha on the bed. "Compress," correction. "Your hand is sick?"

"Mama, compes." Yatha's tongue, which is still hostile to R, is increasingly confused with complicated words. "Bial doesn't hurt."

As soon as Rashi remembered, every Yatha had a bruise, he would give her a cold water compress.

Rashi's guilt overflows when Rasya sits down, squeezing a towel from the cold water bath and ice cubes to attach to Rashi's arm which is a hundred percent fine.

"Where did you fall?" So asked Rasya when revealing the long sleeves of Rashi's shirt, found his sister's white skin did not turn red, let alone turn blue.

"Just sprained earlier, hit the car door." Indeed, Rashi's skill is to lie. Since being with Mahesa, he has only lived in the lies of the good wishes of his family. "Sorry, I was a long time ago."

Rasya touched his forehead. "Not pa-pa."

Is what he always said, since Dad left a week ago.

When Mother left them, the loudest weeping might be Rasya, begged and rested beside the bed of the patient so that she would give her a chance to serve. But it's definitely not happening. And when Dad left, Rasya didn't shed any tears. He who hugs Rashi, hugs Yatha, is present as a backrest while addressing all matters of funeral necessity.

He always said it was okay, no problem, even though maybe he was also confused, afraid, or maybe wanted to give up.

How could Rashi be so weak if his brother tried his hardest?

"Rail's home yet?"

Rasya. "He's a Bandung guy?"

"Yes. College in Padjadjaran is also like you used to be."

"Hm, he said."

"I forgot to say thank you for letting me go home."

"Udah I was there."

Yes, Rashi knows.

All he wanted to know was Rasya's reaction.

Seeing that he had no problem retaliating, meant that at least he did not reject Rainal's presence. He will be the first man Rashi will meet with his family.

"Mama, you're not sick?"

"Still." Rasya answered. At once arrange for Yatha to lie down next to Rashi. "You slept temenin Rashi. Don't be noisy yet."

"You too." Rashi clasped Rasya's hand on Yatha's back. "You're here too, Shay."

His sister was silent, then nodded, answering yes without a sound. Sitting waiting for Rashi and Yatha to sleep in their dreams.

...*...

This month, Rashi spent all his time at home.

Several times when Rashi had to go to the hospital to check his condition, Rainal came to accompany him. That's an action that Rashi really appreciates because it should be, the executive should not interfere with each other's territory, except when held a large meeting like yesterday. Rainal came all the way from Bandung just to accompany him to the hospital, knowing there was nothing Rashi could tell about his condition.

It's not easy to get up.

It's not very easy.

Even though yesterday it was easy to imagine—Dad and Mahesa often taught Rashi about death, like when Dad said 'later if Dad died' which slowly became very common in Rashi's ears; or Mahesa who often said 'lo must be ready people around you to go because you are too', to the point that Rashi thought he would not cry or fall again.

Actuallyno.

Tight in Rashi's chest does not remember all the theories of How To Rise From Darkness.

Sometimes, he saw a mirror and his tears fell. Looking at the Rasyaya work, her eyes were wet. Until he saw Yatha eating, suddenly Rashi sobbed.

He often apologized for confusing Yatha and Rasha. But again, her sister said it was no problem.

Rasya had invited them to Bandung to pack goods as well as clean up his affairs. Bandung was the first home for her brother instead of their home. Since college until now have a large photo studio with his college friends, Rasya has loved Bandung so much that he spent a lot of time there. He may be planning to stay forever in Bandung, if only he didn't have two little sisters who needed his presence in Jakarta.

There's not much Rasya is talking about, because that's how their relationship has always been.

After Mom's death, Rasya kept his distance from her regrets.

Rashi, who feels he already has a father, Yatha and Mahesa, never once sought or thought of Rasya. Frankly, he didn't even think he would need it.

As long as there is Mahesa and Dad, Rashi doesn't need anyone to look after Yatha. But through this incident, God seemed to slap him. Reminds very clearly that he was given an older brother not to be wasted, let alone forgotten.

In fact, now that Father has finished business in the world and Mahesa is no longer a place to escape Rashi.

He only has Rasya.

It's really just Rasya, and vice versa.

Returning from Bandung, Rashi still spent time at home. Pacing cooking, cleaning, accompanying Yatha to play until one time, the boy finally leaned back.

"Mama." He was lethargic, leaving his leg pile on the carpet as he approached Rashi who was wiping the dishes. "Which father?"

...*...