The After The Rain
In the End, Kinara Wept As Well

Kinara was sure it was still too early to hear the commotion coming from downstairs. With her pillow face and eyes still half closed, she walked out of the room. 

Kinara tilted her head out the door, sharpening her sense of hearing to figure out where the noise came from that sounded like some falling thing.

"Nara, what's the matter?"

Kinara's heart almost jumped out of place when Mama suddenly stood in front of her, looking at her in astonishment. 

"Mama ngagetin!" Kinara held her own chest. His heart is beating fast. His facial expression was very dramatic, inversely proportional to Mama who looked calm. My mom has always been good at regulating emotions. Unlike her explosive self (either downhill from whom), Mama tends to be more in control of herself. The woman tends to laugh simply, cry as necessary and get angry accordingly.

"You haven't answered Mom's question. Why do you wander in front of the door like that?" Mama crossed her arms, staring at Kinara waiting for an answer.

"Kinara heard a noise from downstairs, wondering what it was." Kinara. His heart rate is back to normal now.

"Oh, that's Papa's voice that's cleaning up the goods in the warehouse." Mama said relax.

"Oh, again finish the goods... Eh?! Engined goods? Why?!" Kinara suddenly panicked, her eyes glaring in disbelief.

"Tomorrow we should move. Papa wants to sort out the stuff we can still carry, like an old photo album of the same toys and clothes you as a child."

"Totally bad?"

Mama nodded, making Kinara pout. Suddenly back to the doldrums. When Papa said their house would be confiscated by the bank, Kinara thought they would be given a few days to get a new place to live. It turns out that the bank is as jerk as Sebastian, having no compassion!

"Yaudah, Mama wants to come down and help Papa get settled. You go into the room again, wash your face and go down for breakfast. Mama's ready for bread with milk." Mama said then passed down the stairs, approaching Papa in the warehouse located at the end of the first floor room near the back exit.

Kinara was still silent at the door. I don't know what to do and where to start. It still felt like a hard dream for him to accept.

Finally, knowing that cursing anything would not change what had happened, Kinara walked back into her room. His steps were dragged towards the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, Kinara was silent for quite a while. Looking at her reflection in the mirror near the sink. Many times Kinara drew and exhaled regularly. Hoping it could help him drive away the unrest that is slowly starting to take hold of him.

"Lord."

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The sun had already risen by the time Kinara finished putting the last photo album into the cardboard. He then sat leaning against the wall of the barn, slipping his legs as he flicked his hands to fan his sweaty body.

Mom and Dad were talking to someone on the front page. If from what he heard sayup-sayup anyway, that guy seems to be a truck driver who will help them move tomorrow. Maybe Papa and Mama are negotiating about the price. Understandably, the money they have now is not much. It must be saved so that they can continue to live.

As the sweat on her forehead dripped down and soaked the white t-shirt she was wearing, Kinara's eyes captured a photograph tucked under a cardboard box where she kept the items she was about to move.

Kinara took the photo. For a moment he was silent. It was a photo that showed her being carried by Papa. At that time, he may have been two or three years old. The photo was taken at the zoo against a backdrop of green grass where several deer were accidentally photographed. Mama stood beside Papa, smiling so brightly.

Seeing Mama's infectious warm smile, Kinara smiled as well. If you look again, Papa and Mama have not changed much. Within a dozen years, it felt like only Kinara had undergone a physical change. Mama is still as beautiful as ever, with straight black hair that is never allowed to grow longer than the shoulders. His round eyes still revealed a soothing shady twinkle. His voice was still as gentle as before. Kinara almost never heard Mama yell (except when meeting cockroaches and such annoying little animals). While Papa is still as handsome as a dozen years ago. His body is still strong and strong. His smile was still as bright as before, although lately the smile was rarely seen.

There was a claustrophobic cringing into his chest as he recalled how happy their lives used to be. Errata. More precisely, until a few days ago. They certainly never thought that the happy life would be ruined just like that by an ignorant stranger like Sebastian.

Sometimes Kinara wondered, why would someone as good as Papa have to meet a bastard like Sebastian? Didn't anyone say, plant something good so that good comes back to us? Then, is this the reward for the good things that Papa has done so far? Is fair?

Kinara lamented, there were still many more questions shrouding his head. Due to the noise in his head, Kinara did not even realize that Mama broke into the warehouse.

"Nara, help Mama get ready for lunch... Loh, you cry?!" Mama suddenly crouched down in front of Kinara, looking at her in panic.

Kinara. His hands moved quickly rubbing his own cheeks. Wetter. Is she really crying? Even without her noticing? How bad was the pain in his heart until he was unaware that he had shed tears?

"It's okay, Nara. You can cry, it's okay."

Kinara was in Mama's arms. His back was patted gently and his hair rubbed with affection. Mama repeatedly whispered the same sentence; it was okay. Everything's gonna be fine.

Kinara wanted that too. He also wanted to believe that everything would be fine as long as they were together. But, Kinara could not lie to her. She was crying in my mom's arms. Expose all the sadness and emotions that she endured since yesterday.