Rain for Airin
37 Eps. Coincidence or Destiny?

The weather tonight looks cloudy. Not a single star appeared to glow. The cold began to dominate when thunder appeared. Because of his actions, the dark sky looks bright. Then it dimmed along with the flash of light that disappeared.

It soon started raining. Moisturize every thing that can be reached. A man was standing on the balcony of the apartment, watching the falling of the increasingly heavy rain.

With his head turned up, his monolidic netra glared, wiping rainwater in line with the direction of view. Watching the night sky get closer. Black coffee in a cup in the grip of his right hand.

"Oh!" unfortunately, when feeling the head that continues to throb.

There are a lot of things Keano thinks about. Until confused, want to start solving the problem from where. It was as if the tests alternately blocked the path of his life.

Given until now, Celia has not answered her availability to do a DNA test. He quibbled if the content is still small, it will harm the fetus in his stomach.

Until then, it is still possible that Celia is the seed of Keano as well.

"Do I not deserve to be happy?" softly, staring at the night sky, like spilling his emotions through clear water.

"If I may wish, I want to be with the woman I love. Gathering with the little family I have right now."

Keano remembered how happy she was when she finally met Airin again at the school reunion, after a long time apart. The first time he met Zia, who turned out to be his daughter, brought the little girl back home.

"It's not a coincidence. Like a scenario that leads back to my destiny."

"And Arsen .... " The look on his face turned murky as he muttered that name.

Flashbacks.

Keano just got back from Airin's house. After earlier dropping off, Zia. The little girl had a name that was almost similar to her name. Even the little girl used the surname Narendra behind her name.

Keano began to think critically, encountering various coincidences before his eyes. Also with the figure of the man with Airin earlier. His face was no stranger to Keano's memories. He began to guess, to look at every face of people in his past.

"Aah!" screech when a person's face crosses in memory.

"I remember someone, but I have to make sure first" he said.

Keano traced the contacts in his account, then contacted someone.

"Hello? Rendi?"

"Yes, Bro? Tumben called first. What's up?" rendi's voice from across there.

"Please send a photo of your brother's yearbook."

"Make what?"

"I'm curious about someone. Just send it. Your brother's our high school alumni. I'm sure I met that guy when MOS. Looks like he was an OSIS member back then, if I don't remember wrong."

"Oh, okay. Slide immediately. Betewe, good luck getting Aimon back. If it's official, don't forget to eat it, Bro?"

"Aimon who?"

"Thirsty air, Broh. Haha."

"Your heart is so-plak! Keep that mouth. I'm not sure if Airin wants to come back to me. But, it's not Keano's name if you give up just like that. My determination to be with her is still passionate, just like it used to be."

"Well, that's dong, bro. Pepet keep going, don't slack. Goodluck's."

"Be careful of dying young. If that happens, Airin's for me, huh? Haha."

"Damn it! Anj—"

Pips.

Not yet had Keano issued his motivational words, Rendi had already severed the connection unilaterally. Keano continues to grieve his best friend.

Keano is grateful to have a friend like Rendi who is always there when he needs to be. The only person who understood his heart all this time. The person who always gives him wise advice when life does not support his decision. Although the nature of Rendi sometimes not right.

The kling!

The sound of chat notification was greeted sumringah by Keano. A moment later he had already focused on observing the photo of the row of students that had just been sent by Rendi. Examine every face and name on the screen.

"ah! There goes. It's not wrong anymore. Rainand Arsenio, or Arsen as he was a child. The Arsenio family, huh? Your identity has been revealed. Sooner or later Airin has to know who you really are." Keano grinned meaningfully while looking at Rain's photo of High School with a fierce gaze.

End flashback.

Keano's iris eyes were still faithfully staring at the rain that would somehow stop. In line with the memories of Airin that flashed in his memory.

Keano realized he couldn't stop his flowing memories. Then he could only enjoy every piece of the story while Airin was still his. A journey of love that is hard to forget.

Keano smiled amusedly considering how cute he used to be. Before fate finally drops him into the abyss of heartbreak. The success made him regret until now.

Even if fate breaks his heart again, Keano will still be grateful to ever stop in the heart of his beloved woman.

Elsewhere ....

At the same time, a woman was observing the rain from behind her bedroom window.

Honestly, he misses the rain. Although it is undeniable that he still hates it. Memory will rain like continuing to stick in memory, although as hard as he tried to forget it.

The fingers are attached to the window glass that condenses. Instantly a chill from outside, radiating from the palm towards his heart.

"There is cold, but not rain" he murmured, smiling bitterly.

Airin opened the window. His hands stretched out to feel the drops of rainwater that he had been deliberately avoiding. Fear of not being able to make peace with the past when the rain touched her white skin.

And his fear was proven. Rainwater is always able to open up fragments of past stories that are closed tightly in the heart.

Before long Airin muttered softly, "I still remember all the memories of us, including the way you hurt me."

His eyes began to blur. Clear water is already queuing in the eye pelupuk. Airin let it flow just like that, while still holding rain water on his palm.

"Say people, when we doubt we must follow our hearts. And I did too. But why does my heart hurt?"

Soon the rain began to fall. Leave small drizzles and flashes of light that occasionally appear in the dark sky. Airin's hand is still faithfully stretched out. His fingertips began to wrinkle with coldness, but he was completely oblivious.

Two people who were in different rooms, but under the same rainy sky, looked up at the dark sky without sparkling stars.

"The rain is starting to stop. But the puddle is still left. Just like love. He is no longer ours, but his memories are still left . "close both.