The After The Rain
Neighbor Whispers

The first lecture started at ten, but Kinara had been sitting in the classroom since nine o'clock past fifteen minutes. The goal is only one, so he can ride the campus WiFi to collect some material from the internet to do his college assignments. The night she used her laptop to look for job openings, Kinara relied solely on hotspots from her phone and the internet speed was completely unreliable.

A few days after their move, Papa had said that he would pair WiFi in their home to facilitate the teaching and learning process that Kinara was living. But for more than a week since Papa said that, officers from the provider concerned have not appeared at all. I don't know what the obstacle is, Kinara doesn't know because Papa didn't say anything about it.

Finally, Kinara could only be patient while utilizing the facilities he still had. Although slow, at least he can still access the internet with the cheapest monthly data package that quota is shared. Throughout her lifetime, Kinara had never felt any concern about the difficulty of accessing the internet. But everything in his life has indeed changed even from the smallest things that once escaped attention.

"Okay, done." Kinara said after saving all of his work.

For a moment, Kinara turned her gaze from the laptop screen towards the wall clock hanging on the wall. Ten o'clock less than ten. Usually, the class will be crowded by some diligent students who are indeed the artist to come early. In addition to being diligent, the students also came in unison early because the lecturers in their course are famous killer and will not tolerate anyone who comes late.

Last time before the semester break, Dahayu also had a victim. The girl was not allowed to take classes and was forced to attend three days of tutoring to make up for an hour of lessons she had missed.

But today why has a group of diligent students not yet appeared at this hour? Dahayu. Why hasn't the girl shown up? Hasn't he been arrested after receiving a sentence from their lecturer?

Kinara decided not to get too dizzy. He returned to his laptop. This time, to peek again at the cafe building that he had been after this morning. The plan, later this afternoon after his last class was finished, he would go to the cafe to try his luck.

As bewitched by the charm offered by the cafe, Kinara so focused on the screen of his laptop. Because of his focus, Kinara did not even realize that the clock had shown ten o'clock and fifteen minutes. Kinara was not aware that the classroom atmosphere was still quiet and not a single student joined her.

When I realized, time had gone further. Kinara raised her head, only to be made to gawk when she found that the wall clock was already showing at half-eleven in the afternoon. That means, the college's eye clock has been missed. But, why did no one else enter the class? Even the killer lecturer did not see the trunk of his nose.

Because of the soaring sense of wonder, Kinara reached into her phone that was in the bag. He intends to contact the publicist who usually delivers news related to the class they follow. But not yet the intention was carried out, Kinara was already made to bite her lower lip with mixed feelings.

Through pop up notifications, Kinara saw there were many chats in the student-only group that took this course. From there Kinara had already kissed something was wrong. The group hardly ever lived because there was indeed no information whatsoever to share. Their teachers always come in all conditions. No matter the stormy rain, the man in his late fifties would still teach.

Kinara then opened the chat that had been stacked, scrolling the screen until he reached the top chat and at that moment Kinara felt her throat choked.

Bayu, the PR section in this course reported that the class this morning was canceled because their lecturer had an accident and was being treated in the hospital. Some students who do not have classes within the next two to three hours have been assigned to go to the hospital as representatives.

Miraculously, Kinara hardly found the swearing or harsh words of the students addressed to the lecturer. They all sympathize and peacefully pray that the lecturer will be quickly given a cure.

One more thing Kinara realized about it. That we can not look at someone as a bad person just because of his attitude that is not heartwarming. There is always a good side to every human being in this world. In this case, Kinara clearly understood that the strict attitude shown by this lecturer who did not want to tolerate late students was solely for the sake of teaching them discipline.

After typing a few sentences to mourn the misfortune that befell the lecturer also did not forget to slip a prayer, Kinara immediately tidied up her things. Being in this classroom is not so bad because he can do his other tasks calmly. But, right now Kinara had something else to do. So he rushed away.

...****************...

Atha greeted him with a big smile. The man was hanging out with three friends in the gazebo behind the Engineering faculty. Kinara had seen a cigarette tucked between Atha's long fingers, but the man hurriedly threw it away when he realized his presence.

"Kok you here? Is there no class anymore?" asked Atha as he walked over to Kinara who had decided to stand some distance away from where Atha and his friends were sitting.

"What's wrong?" tanya Atha, referring to Kinara's goal of approaching her all the way from her faculty building which is end to end with the faculty of Engineering.

"I want to let you see something." Said Kinara as she reached into the bag.

"What?"

"Start." Sahut Kinara, still trying to pick up his phone that fell deep enough between his books and stationery.

After getting her phone, Kinara looked up at Atha again. "We can find a comfortable place to talk, right? It's not good to be here, there's your friends."

"Can. To the front garden, yeah."

Kinara nodded in agreement. Then, Atha walked back to the gazebo to tidy up the items as well as say goodbye to her friends. The man returned shortly afterwards and immediately clasped Kinara's hand tightly.

They walked out of the gazebo area.

While behind, three of Atha's friends started whispering to each other.

"Fuck! My cigarette was all he asked for, playing thrown away."

"Collect, there's a handler."

"That's why it's so different."

"But, Atha is a moron, huh?"

"Tolol why?"

"He's handsome, tajir twisting, why do you want the same model Kinara whose face is mediocre and his appearance is ordinary?"

"Lo's mouth lemes lamat."

"Well, really!"

They never knew that the whispers had reached Kinara's ears. The girl tightened her grip on Atha's hand and tried to widen her swing of steps.

Seriate