The After The Rain
What Science Do You Have?

Right at midnight, Sekala drove Kinara home after long enough weighing whether she should wake the girl up or not. Because, Kinara looked so deep in her sleep, that she had little heart to wake the girl up at first.

Previously, she had called Kinara's father to inform him that Kinara was asleep while waiting for Jeremy and Dimas to return home to shop. At first he was already feeling misgivings, afraid that Kinara's father would poke around and overtake Kinara to Orion. But as it turned out, Kinara's father was not angry at all. The man just said the same sentence as the days before. Namely, "I'm picking Kinara, yeah." Which then made him feel given great trust and responsibility to look after this girl.

There are two types of people in this world when given trust. The first, will feel high and unconsciously negligent of the trust that has been given and then end up betraying the trust, then make everything destroyed. The second, will feel a great responsibility, he said, thus encouraging him to act more carefully so that the same belief in glassware will not be broken into small pieces that will not be reunited.

And Sekala is the second type of person.

"Just be honest with me,"

Just looking back at Kinara, who had just been quiet along the way, suddenly opened his voice when they were almost at the girl's house.

"What about?"

"What science does Kala have?"

Being asked an ambiguous question, plus such a probing gaze made Sekala's concentration of driving instantly crumble. He pulled over, then stopped the pace of the car only to face off with Kinara for almost thirty seconds.

"How do you mean?" he asked later, because for thirty seconds he dived in Kinara's bead, not one bit he managed to digest the meaning of the girl's words.

Not the answer that Sekala got afterwards, but a slow breath that then followed the sentence, "No, no, no more." Then Kinara drew a glance and pretended to be busy staring ahead.

"By the way, Kin." I looked more intensely at Kinara. He had already decided not to continue the rest of their journey if Kinara did not want to talk. Let them sit here until morning, rather than being haunted by curiosity.

"Not so, Mas Kala. Let's go home," Kinara was still trying to be patient. Defend not to look towards Sekala even though he was very anxious at the man for not returning his car.

Because Sekala is not someone who likes to bring problems from the outside into the house, he also clucked and said, "We will not go home before you talk." Finished that sentence, he put the car keys on the dashboard and then he threw his back on the chair while folding his hands in front of his chest.

"Maas ...."

"By the way, or we're here till morning." Strictly speaking, meksipun still said in a soft voice. He stared at Kinara for quite a while, until then the girl sighed again.

"Later Papa gets angry, Mas."

"My responsibility." Cut Sekala. "Now, you're talking. What's up?"

"Mass-out"

"Kin," Sekala's voice grew stern, although the man still maintained his gentle gaze as usual.

If so, Kinara would no longer be able to dodge. So, she filled her chest cavity with oxygen in preparation for the talk.

"I was just wondering why Mas Kala could be that close to my Papa." Kinara said the truth. Finally, after being hoarded long enough in the head, that question he decided to ask Sekala, instead of Papa.

"But?" tagih Sekala later, when the silence was getting more and more jemawa showed his presence.

"But same Mas Kala, my Papa doesn't even mind letting me break the curfew a few times. Dad was never like that, Mom. So I was surprised, I thought-"

"You think I have black magic? A kind of pellet or what is it that people often say?" Kinara usually did not like it when her words were cut, but this time, she thanked him for wanting to do so. So he did not need to be confused stringing words to explain more.

Kinara nodded, "Who knows?" said it. "The art of prayer does not guarantee that we are far from such things." Its effects.

It was a lie that Kinara was not nervous when she said that. He is also worried that his words will only end up making his relationship with Sekala worse. Because if Sekala were not that kind of person, that man would definitely be offended. And, if Sekala had indeed struggled with the magical things she had mentioned earlier, what that man could have done was definitely much worse.

Kinara watched Sekala's expression well, trying to digest every change that existed even though it was just a blink of an eye or the position of the corner of the lips that changed. He wanted to know, wanted to try to guess what Sekala now felt after he revealed the contents of his head.

However, instead of finding the man looking offended, Kinara was instead treated to a faint smile after breathing slowly in the air.

"I don't have enough guts to learn such things" Sekala said. The man drew a glance, anchoring him deep into the streets in front of those who were quiet and deserted.

"If my guts were that big, I probably wouldn't have met you at the footbridge that night." Because I must have learned those things in earnest to make my situation better, so I didn't need to have suicidal intentions.

"If it's about the Father, I don't know why he can trust me. Maybe because I look like a good kid?" He chuckled, then looked back at Kinara. However, the girl did not react to anything. His facial expression was also too difficult to read.

"So the point is, Mas Kala does not have a strange science, right?"

"Nothing, Kin."

"OK,"

He raised his eyebrows at Kinara's brief response. "Well, is that it?"

Kinara nodded. "Come, we're going home. I want to ask my Papa directly about that."

The girl then confirmed her sitting position, looked back to the front while making a plan to invite Papa to talk about this.

A moment of silence, then restart the engine. Before he stepped on the gas pedal, he said, "Let's tell me yes, what you answered."

"Sip." Kinara nodded in agreement.

Then, the gas pedal is stepped on and the car goes back slowly.

Seriate