The After The Rain
Coconut Seller Made

Just as the dawn prayer rang, Kinara managed to set her foot on the porch of the house. Sweat drenched all over his face and body because he was desperate to go home on foot. Besides because he does not carry money in his jacket pocket, this clock is also still difficult to find public transportation.

After adjusting his breath, Kinara opened the door knob slowly, making sure the wooden door would not cause a squeak that could wake Papa and Mama who might still be asleep.

From the crack of the door that managed to open a little, Kinara could see the state of the house that was still dark, and still, a sign that the lights have not started yet and it becomes a leading indicator that allows Mama and Papa not to wake up from their sleep.

Kinara heaved a sigh of relief then immediately entered the house. The door closed with a slow movement. Not wanting to make a sound, Kinara turned her back to the door to make sure that the pressure she put on the door was enough to keep it closed without causing a commotion.

Kinara thought that the act of sneaking into the house secretly had succeeded. But he was wrong. Because when he turned around and was about to continue his steps, his eyes caught the figure of Mama who was already standing in front of the room door, throwing him a look of astonishment.

"Where are you from, Ra?" ask Mama. The woman walked closer after pressing the light switch until now the state of the house immediately turned bright.

Kinara smiled clumsily as she felt she had already been caught off guard. He scratched his head that was not itchy at all while walking over to Mama so they finally met in the middle of the living room.

"Finding the wind." Answer Kinara after confronting Mama.

My mother did not comment further. The woman folded her hands in front of her chest and began researching every part of Kinara's body, from the tip of her hair to the tip of her foot.

"Wind the wind or sweat?" ask Mama after their gazes meet again.

Kinara grinned the horse and once again scratched his head. "Both." Answer then.

Mama sighed softly while shaking her head a few times. Then, the woman pulled Kinara's arm slowly and dragged her daughter towards the bathroom.

Arriving at the bathroom door, Kinara was made confused because Mama suddenly stopped stepping.

"Why?" ask Kinara.

But the question was not answered by Mama, but by the appearance of Papa from behind the bathroom door that was originally closed. Apparently, Mama stopped at the door because she knew there was a Papa in there.

"Well, where are you from, Ra?" papa asked in astonishment when he found his daughter wearing shoes and a jacket, a suit that was impossible to sleep in.

"Jogging," Kinara replied with a whimper. Not because something was funny, but because he needed to hide his nervousness so that Papa and Mama would not ask further.

"Yes, take ablution, we pray together." Papa said, then passed towards his room.

Kinara said, she removed her arm from Mama's hand and went into the bathroom first. He immediately took ablution, washing every point on his body which indeed had to be washed thoroughly. Then, after reciting the prayer, Kinara came out of the bathroom and invited Mama to come in.

That dawn, as usual, they did a congregational prayer routine like the days before. The difference, at the end of the activity, Mama and Papa held Kinara back a little longer, just to give a loving swipe to their daughter's head even though they don't know what sloth is going on with the girl.

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After the dawn prayers, Kinara refused to go back to sleep. After all he had a nine o'clock morning class, if he forced himself to sleep again, afraid that he would not even be able to wake up.

Unlike someone who had only slept for an hour the night before, Kinara's energy this morning felt fuller than it had been in the days before. Though all night he cried and his energy seemed to be drained.

Maybe this is the effect of breathing fresh air in the half hour three in the morning, where the air revolving around it is still pure and has not been mixed with pollution from vehicles passing by on the highway. Or it could be the effect of his encounter with a man named Sekala who suddenly advised him not to commit suicide.

"His nose is so beautiful," Kinara muttered involuntarily as she recalled the Sekala's tall nose that was similar to a slide. Rarely did Kinara see a nose that was as beautiful as she thought. Moreover, the nose was owned by a man.

"But, what does he do outside those nights? Is it really suicidal?" I asked, I don't know who.

Right now, Kinara was on his way to the market. Not to shop like he did the other day, but to visit Lestari because he thought meeting the child and listening to her babble might help speed up the process of her mood neutralization.

"Ah, but cook anyway he's going to kill himself? I guess not. I was the one who thought about it." Kinara shook her hands in front of her face, intending to expel those random thoughts from inside her head.

After all, whether Sekala did intend to commit suicide or not, the most important thing is that in the end the man did not do it, right? More than that, he made new friends.

The slow-swinging move finally brought Kinara to the market. The stalls there are not as crowded as usual, maybe because this has entered an old date or the mothers who used to shop still have enough stock of groceries for the next day.

Kinara immediately stepped out without hesitation towards the stall where Sinta was selling grated coconuts. From a distance, he could already see the woman was waving at him with a fluffy smile. Beside him, Lestari waved her hand, the boy looked fit and his eyes lit up.

"You want to buy a coconut?" asked Lestari as soon as Kinara arrived before them.

Kinara immediately shook his head, because that was not the purpose of coming here.

Lestari frowned, putting on a serious face that made Kinara feel tickled and finally unable to resist the ruckus.

"Are you laughing?" tanya Lestari was getting confused.

"I'm here to help you sell coconuts." Obviously Kinara, but Lestari still looks not to catch the meaning of his words.

"Smoot you, Ra." Sinta followed the limbrung, probably because it was anxious to see Lestari who pretended to put on a serious facial expression.

"Seriously, Ma'am. Nara's here to help sell." Kinara tried to convince.

Now, not only Lestari was confused, but also Sinta. The pair of mother and son looked at each other for a while, then looked back at Kinara full of question marks.

Kinara simply responded to their confusion with a sweet smile of honey. Then, he immediately walked into the stall and took a sitting position next to Sinta.

Armed with all the knowledge she had, Kinara clamored to offer her merchandise to the mothers who were shopping at the stall next door.

"Whenever, Mom! Cheap, just ten grand!" yelled Kinara confidently.

Sinta who heard that was made gawking, because in fact the coconut he sold only for seven thousand rupiah per fruit. And he was increasingly made to loosen when there were three mothers who came to their stalls and decided to buy each one coconut.

Sinta and Lestari returned to view for quite a long time. In fact, Kinara sells coconuts at a more expensive price, but why are the mothers actually eager to buy it?

This girl named Kinara ... actually has what appeal?

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