The After The Rain
Forgive

Half-eight nights, Kinara parked her car in the front yard. When he came down, he found Mama sitting on the porch befriending a cup of tea and a plate containing various kinds of fried foods.

Kinara walked over, landing a kiss on Mama's cheek before taking a sitting position opposite the woman. She could not resist the temptation of the fried food waving on the plate, so Kinara plucked one even though in reality her stomach was full after eating meatballs with Dahayu.

"Why are you alone? Papa hasn't come home yet?" ask with half full mouth.

"Yet. He said it was on his way." Mama noticed Kinara who started chewing the tempe fried food solemnly. The girl nodded her head in response to Mama's reply and continued to enjoy her fritters in silence.

Shortly after the fry in hand ran out, Kinara saw the figure of Papa walking over from a distance. The man stepped wide with his head and back straight, as if he did not want to show anyone that he was in the weakest state at the moment.

Mama and Kinara welcomed Papa with a big smile. From a long time ago, Papa's return from the office was always the moment awaited by them because at that time they could spend time to exchange stories. Although Papa is no longer working in his own office, Papa's return is still something that makes Kinara feel proud of his father.

"Coffee or tea?" bargain Mama while taking over the briefcase from Papa's hand.

Papa with his warm smile replied softly, "Coffee." Which was then immediately embraced by Mama.

The woman then led Papa to sit on the chair she had previously sat in, then rushed into the house to prepare all the needs of the husband.

After Mama's departure, Kinara did not necessarily meet Papa with various questions that actually filled his head since last afternoon. He was actually cool to worry about the look of Papa's tired face that was obvious, but tried hard to hide behind a smile that is still scattered until now.

The fine lines that began to appear on Papa's forehead are proof that the man has spent his entire life working hard to feed his small family. The small thread of sweat that adorns Papa's temple also increasingly shows that even though his position is no longer high, Papa still holds his responsibility as the main breadwinner in this house.

The silence that quietly took a step closer immediately turned back as Papa turned his head, commenting on the smile on the only princess who was now staring at him full of puja.

"Where is the class today?" ask Papa.

"Not too good." Kinara replied after thinking for a while.

Hearing Kinara's reply, Papa subconsciously paid more attention to him. Papa's eyes suddenly turned to worry. And Kinara could only chuckle at the sight of her father raising such a gaze.

"What's the problem?" asked Papa still with a worried look.

So after taking one breath and starting to straighten his back, Kalea slightly shifted the chair to face Papa. With both hands clutched together and resting on the table, Kinara began her story.

Papa listened to every detail that Kinara conveyed without a single word that escaped his attention. Occasionally the man nodded his head as a sign that so far, he had still listened to Kinara's explanation well.

Then when Kinara reached the end of the story with a sad look, Papa reached out. He rubbed the back of Kinara's hand several times to calm his troubled heart. From childhood, Papa had realized that Kinara had a heart that was too soft than those around him. The child is always sympathetic to what is happening with those around him, as if it were happening to himself.

The only person who could never draw Kinara's sympathy was probably Sebastian. And Papa now certainly knows what the cause is.

"Layla's love, but Kinara can't help either." Said Kinara with both hands that were increasingly tightly linked.

"It is not your duty to help everyone you meet in this world, Nara." Papa's Advice. The clap that had been placed on the back of Kinara's hand now turned into subtle strokes to calm her daughter down.

"If you really want to help, just pray that Layla is given fortitude to face everything that happens in her life. May God prepare a better life for him in the future, and may no more such cases occur around us."

For some reason, Kinara always made Papa the number one person she relied on when she needed these kind of good sentences. Although he once said that his first love was Mama, but Papa is like a chatting friend who can understand the contents of his head. Mama is too quiet and can't really express what's inside her head, so whenever there's a problem bothering her mind, Kinara always comes to Papa.

As Kinara felt the sadness piling up inside his chest slowly pull over after hearing Papa's wise words, Kinara completely silenced her mouth. No more questions or stories. Accompanied by the wind that blows slowly flying the children of her hair that began to lengthen, Kinara sowed into Papa's arms.

Inwardly, Kinara began to whisper countless prayers. To Layla. For Dahayu. For those around you who are in trouble. And for himself too.

In the middle of that prayer, Kinara slipped a sentence that was addressed to herself. A line of consolation for what he had experienced, as well as a confession that with all his heart, he had forgiven Papa. For the trust the man gave completely to Sebastian. To not listen to his advice on drawing the line with Sebastian. For anything. Kinara had forgiven Papa for whatever mistake the man had made before.

Starting tonight, Kinara will only focus on their efforts to improve their lives. On their efforts to rise from adversity and keep what they still have today.

Meanwhile, Mama stopped her steps behind the door when she found her husband and daughter hugging. Mama didn't have time to hear anything they were talking about before, but seeing how the arms held each other tightly, Mama felt her heart slowly warm up.

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