The After The Rain
Runaways

At two in the morning, Kinara woke up after finally being able to sleep even though it was only about an hour. His eyes feel heavy. Not because of drowsiness, but because the two eyes are now so swollen.

In fact, he has cried so much, even more than when he was hit by the reality of Papa's bankruptcy. But somehow, his chest still hurt.

Even in her short sleep earlier, Kinara was still unable to calm down. He had a dream, which was not much better than the reality he was living.

In the dream, he was attending a magnificent wedding party. She wore a light blue dress (which was her favorite color), her hair was stroked and decorated with one cute butterfly-shaped hairpin, her legs were wrapped in high heels five inches clear, clear, just like Cinderella left behind on the eve of the royal dance.

Initially, his smile was broken, although to that point he still did not know who the figure of the bride he was attending his wedding.

Until then, the two brides appeared before his eyes, making his original smile like the first flower petals that bloom in spring immediately fall.

Apparently, the happy bride was Atha and Dahayu. Where they look beautiful in a beautiful white dress and suit. They smiled, so wide with sparkling eyes.

If the dream came in the days before this harsh reality he had to accept, Kinara would only wake up laughing at himself for having dreamed something ridiculous.

But since the dream came after all these bad things had happened, Kinara had no choice but to laugh at herself in a sliced state of heart.

Her stock of tears was still plentiful, Kinara was sure of that. But strangely, the circles seemed to no longer want to come out. Deliberately settles in the most basic place in the corner of his heart so that it makes his chest feel increasingly tight.

Not wanting to let the feeling of sadness drag on, Kinara got up from the bed. He walked towards the wardrobe and took the jacket from there then immediately put it on.

Without carrying her phone which was still in a dead state, Kinara walked out of the room with a wide swung step.

His first goal was the bathroom. He wanted to wash his face first to make it look better.

In the bathroom, instead of immediately doing what she had planned, Kinara instead stayed silent for quite a while in front of the mirror, looking at her own horrible-looking reflection.

His eyes were completely swollen, like someone had beaten him over and over again. His lips looked pale and slightly chapped and his nose was flushed.

Realizing that silence would not change anything, Kinara immediately turned on the tap, raising both hands to hold the water before washing it to the face.

Kinara brought the water grains inside her palm to her face three times. Swiping his face slowly while permeating the cold sensation caused by the contact between the water from the tap with the thin skin of his face.

It felt like enough, Kinara turned off the tap. A clean little towel hanging nearby then used the soft object to wipe away the remnants of water on his face.

Now, Kinara felt that her condition was much better. He also walked out of the bathroom.

Arriving at the door, Kinara pulled the knob in a slow motion then opened the door and immediately shot out. Hopefully, he can return home before Papa and Mama wake up for dawn prayers so that both parents are not worried.

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Initially Kinara only intended to run around the area of his house as he usually does every morning. However, because her head was so noisy that it made her unable to focus, Kinara instead found herself in a location nearly nine kilometers away from her home.

"Huh...." Kinara took a deep breath as the first response to her own actions.

Even if he was in normal condition, he would not be able to walk this far. Let alone nine kilometers, just one kilometer he must have complained tired and short of breath.

Because he could not go any further (fear of stray), Kinara decided to go up to the pedestrian bridge not far from where he stopped.

One by one the stairs he climbed even though his legs had started to feel sore and hard. Until he finally arrived on a deserted pedestrian bridge.

It was really quiet, because absolutely no one passed by. The tissue merchant he used to meet during the day was also not there. Even the wild cats that used to hang out there were not showing themselves at all. It was as if they had all agreed to disappear knowing Kinara was coming.

Kinara walked a little further towards the middle of the bridge. Now, he was standing right in the middle of the pedestrian bridge.

At first, Kinara just kept quiet without knowing what she should do. Until suddenly, his legs seemed to move on their own, taking him forward until now his thin body hit the guardrail which was almost parallel to his chest.

Kinara folded both hands, resting them on the guardrail. His gaze was thrown far ahead, on an empty and dark street. He only saw a few vehicles crossing the road, all of which were truckloads of freight that usually operate more often in the hours where most people are asleep.

The wind hit Kinara's face many times, crashing into her with full force as if to make her realize that everything that had happened in her life up to this far was not a dream. To make him realize that his life has really changed, everything.

Kinara closed her eyes for a moment. Started to imagine the good things he still had to this day. Like the smiles of Mama and Papa, the Flamboyant tree in front of the targeted cafe, also other beautiful things. He only hoped that imagining such beautiful things could help his mood not get worse.

Regarding the pain she was suffering from, Kinara would not demand for herself to get well soon. Only, he hoped that the pain would not grow, so that he also had a greater chance to heal his wounds while scavenging the pieces of his heart that were scattered everywhere.

I don't know how long Kinara had been silent in place while closing her eyes. And he would probably have spent more time immersed in his own world, had it not been for a knowing voice to be heard right in his left ear.

It was the voice of a man, so soft but also impressed firmly at the same time.

Wh who? Inner Kinara before she opened her eyes.

Seriate