The After The Rain
@dyellow

Were it not for the sound of the alarm ringing so many times, Kinara would probably not have woken up so soundly she slept. With her eyes still half closed, Kinara fumbled through the empty space on her mattress to find the phone that was wailing to be touched.

After turning off the alarm, Kinara instead of waking up immediately, but instead closed her eyes again. However, not long after, he seemed forced to return to his conscious world when the door of his room was smashed hard.

Kinara reflexively sat down and opened her eyes wide, only to find Papa bending his head with an innocent look.

"What?" asked Kinara with a hoarse voice typical of people just waking up.

"Born morning prayer." Said Papa. Then, without saying anything else, Papa waltzed away without even bothering to close the door again.

Kinara grunts. It seems, all the fathers in this world is a hobby to break into his son's room and leave without closing the door again. Sucks.

Though grumbling, Kinara got up from the bed and walked slowly out of the room. Unlike usual when the house is still left in the dark, this dawn some lights have been turned on. Only the living room lights are still left out, the rest are already brightly lit.

Kinara immediately rushed to the bathroom to take ablution. After washing some parts of his body with running water, he returned to the room to perform the morning prayer.

But his steps came to a halt right in front of the room door as Papa's voice again interrupted. Kinara turned her head and found Papa was tilting his head from behind the door of his own room.

"Congratulations, yuk." Bring Papa.

Kinara iya-yeah. He immediately went into the room, put on his face and broke into Papa and Mama's room to pray together with his parents.

Papa as the only man in the house of course served as a priest. While Kinara and Mama take the role of a good makmum by following every move that Papa took.

The dawn service was finished solemnly, followed by a prayer together and chatted for a while before Kinara finally resigned because he knew Mama and Papa needed more space to chat something between them.

After anchoring the kiss on Mama and Papa's cheeks, Kinara returned to her room. The mukena he was about to hang back behind the door and he walked slowly towards the study table.

It's Sunday, and yesterday he checked his college schedule for the next week. So, right now, he just wants to sit at the study table and use his laptop to surf for a while in cyberspace. Count-all trying internet connection from WiFi yesterday finally installed.

For a few minutes, Kinara simply struggled with the browser, typing in some random keywords that suddenly popped into her head. What he wanted to know through the search engines was really just simple random things. Such as on which finger the wedding ring is pinned to what distance between Indonesia and South Africa.

It was a photo of a Flamboyant tree in front of the cafe. At first Kinara only took the photo for a memento and he made it a private collection, but because the photo looks beautiful and dear if only he keeps it alone, but because the photo looks beautiful, Kinara took the initiative to upload the photo to her Instagram account. He did not expect anyone to leave a comment on the post after one week.

Beautifully

Just that one word the person with the username @dyellow wrote. But, thanks to that one word alone, Kinara's smile had already managed to blossom.

Armed with one comment left behind, Kinara became interested in peering into the Instagram account of the account owner @dyellow. Then, Kinara was amazed because almost all of the posts there (numbering almost a hundred) were photos of the sky at dusk. Different sky photos look gorgeous, and Kinara couldn't help but push the heart button on some of her posts.

Satisfied browsing, Kinara intends to exit the Instagram account page. But then his intention was scrapped when his fingers accidentally shifted the screen to get to the bottom post of the account.

There, among the many photographs of the twilight sky, there is one photo that displays the state of the dark afternoon sky and there is only a slight tinge of redness. But that was not what attracted Kinara, but the figure of a young man posing against the camera, looking up at the sky whose color combination was not as bright as other photos.

This might sound crazy, but Kinara dared to say that she had fallen in love. In the photos of the sky in this account, also on the young man who turned his back to the camera.

The sense of love that he means is not romantic love for fellow humans, but rather a passionate feeling when he sees something that is so beautiful and refreshing to the eye. And, yes, the figure of the young man also looked beautiful in his eyes even though in reality all Kinara could see was the look behind him.

"As beautiful as the sky." Write Kinara in the comment field of the photo after pressing the heart button.

After that, Kinara actually exited the Instagram account page and immediately closed his laptop after pressing the power button.

Kinara then walked to the closet, took a short body-fitting sweatshirt and training pants and a small towel she used to wipe off sweat.

Then, Kinara began to take off the nightgown she had originally worn and replace it with the suit she had taken from inside the closet. After he finished, he walked back to the study table to pick up his phone and earphones and walked out of the room.

At dawn, he will return to his regular activities, namely running around the housing complex to maintain his body condition to stay fit.

Kinara would never know, that right after her laptop turned off and she lifted her butt off the chair, a person whose picture he had just commented on was opening his Instagram account and smiling knot found a line of soothing sentences left in the photo uploaded nearly six months ago.

Seriate