Like rain, he said.
Na gawked at the dull brown letter in her hand. The sense of being left behind, back then. Cut it out without it. That figure. That memory. Unlocks the seal he has locked tightly, without wishing it opens. This time crying did not slide as before. It's just that the tightness pounces on his heart is much stronger.
Mas, how can you come ?. Not meet? It just makes me hurt.
Mas, my love is still the same silence. Whose fault? I? Or our memories first ?.
Like rain, say mas makes me cringe. The desolate atmosphere of a sudden mas.
"Na like rain?"
The question made me giggle. A rhetorical question, of course I answer with a nod of my head. I smile. Look at my small teeth in a neat row. Ah! I still remember the praise of my teeth. Mas always laughed when rabbit teeth protruded out when my laugh broke out. Sweet said mas. Do you know? The compliment kept me awake all night, the sound of the mas filled my ears. I am like a love drunk. Mama then could not fall asleep thinking about my strange behavior. Mas, do not praise me again.
"Mas does not like rain. Rain makes sick mas "laugh.
"Loh kok? Mas rain-rain? "I asked, mas rubbed the top of my head covered by a hooded veil. Mas smiled as if to laugh at my innocence but stifled. Clear water pours between his narrow eyes. Mas is inherited in the blood of chinese, his father is Chinese descent, while the mother mas jawa genuine. Mas has a face like chinese people, it's just tan colored skin. Mas primadona kampung. His face is beautiful. His body is heavily built. Her eyes narrowed when a smile was drawn on her face. A polite person, he is quite smart about the science of religion. Mas loves the science of jurisprudence. Mas, whatever your shortcomings. You are also diligent in the activity of the hall in the village. Your education is high, even though you're still unemployed. Mas, I fell in love with the mas.

"Mas cried?" I pointed at the stagnant water in my cheeks. Mas wiped his tears quickly. Staring at me with a smile as usual. Mas, mas smart hid my feelings mas. Over and over again I say to share the burden with me. My shoulder is always available for mas. I'm ready to awake for the mas anytime. Mas just responded with a smile and a head as usual. Mas, share with me.
"Rain piercing the body of the mas until tomorrow and tomorrow and then tomorrow again"
Mas? Is rain meant mas in other words ?. Mas always play word with me. Do you know, I'm stupid in playing a word, interpreting what you mean is too difficult for me ?. I may be too young to understand about you mas. As you always said first.
"Mas. The rain will not continue to flush when the dry season comes. Be patient .. "I say, rubbing my back softly.
"Na is grown now"
Mas origin you know. I prefer to be equated with your age. Our age difference keeps the distance stretched. The wall as if it firmly limits us.
Mas often I chatting with mama. Starting from the conversation basa stale, until the peak again I mention the figure mas. Praise the muji mas in front of mama. Mama seemed to know by my behavior, at the last conversation, I asked my mom to apply for mas me. Mama randomly, sometimes my behavior is more than fair. Na, Galang not worthy of your side, it is not important he is smart and highly educated your age is far from him. Everything seemed to end, when age always mama make a barrier between me and the mas. Age mas stepping on the head 3 years next year, while I was 18 years old this year. Our age is 11 years adrift, but for me mas is still very young, the face mas compensate my age is still teenagers. Mas what do I do?
Mas loves to use a white T-shirt and black 3/4 trousers. The appearance of the mas almost the same every day still makes me fall in love with the mas. "How many white T-shirts in the cupboards?" I asked, holding back a laugh. "Very much" said mas made our laughter explode. Mas people who are not easily angered. Often mothers gossip about mas that is still single while the other siblings have married. Still, the smile of the mas always be the answer on the sidelines of any questions raised on the mas. The grapevine about our closeness is now often heard. They're gossiping about you who likes a little girl like me. Said you do not know shy. Mas I am angry, but because of you I can not resist silence. Your sincere silence does not reply to the ugly words of others. Keep me mute.
"Na mas still unemployed. Higher education is not enough to get a decent job. Smart as if lost to the bribes of today "said mas early morning knocking on the window of my room.
I'm embarrassed, my appearance is still randomized in front of the mas. While the mas is very neat with a hair comb into the belangkang, when the clock shows at 03:55 am. This is the first time to come to me in a hurry. Complained to me. There was a sense of happiness when this time mas did not play a word with me.
"Does not matter Na?" Continued mas. What do you mean? Will mas marry me ?. My fantasies fly away. We are not bound. To me you love me, your love I mas ?. Your question seemed to give me a chance. Blowing the flowers in my stomach, tickling. I'm too happy to forget to reply to your questions.
"No problem mas. Money is the ultimate happiness, but not the happiness of the afterlife. As long as you are always close to the above it will not be a problem mas "I replied shyly.
"I'll apply for Siti Na. I have fallen in love with him since we met at the hall several years ago "said mas makes my pleasure faded.
Mas, too many wish me against you ?. Too fall in love until it feels very sick ?. Mas, you never understand about my feelings. Or do not care at all. Mas, you are not funny this time.
"Na I fell in love with Siti" clearly mas shame.
My cries broke, I did not see the joke on the face of the mas this time. Mas, is it time for me to get hurt ?.
"I love mas. I fell in love with the mas "I cried.
"Na mas only think of you as a brother, friend and best friend. Na our age is far away, you are not worth to mas "
"Then what about my love mas?" I cried unbearably.
"Like rain. I'm exposed to rain, tomorrow, and then tomorrow when I see you side by side Siti tomorrow will continue to rain. Mas I do not like rain like what you said first "
You look dashing with that white suit. Siti is very beautiful, high Siti who only a few inches with you make you look good. Compared to me mas, my height is just as tall as your armpits. Mas I just want to see you happy, let me get hurt. Mas, time will scroll. Time will not pity the wounded. To him sorrow and love, just a word that is just a small point is meaningless. Mas, I'll forget about you. Forget the memories of us. Let the memories of the rain we passed. I will forget all about the game you say Mas. I leave, I dodge. Mas, I've decided to go to school out of town. Mama suggested, I agreed, the reason is to forget you. Losers indeed.
Na gawked at the dull brown letter in her hand. The sense of being left behind, back then. Cut it out without it. That figure. That memory. Unlocks the seal he has locked tightly, without wishing it opens. This time crying did not slide as before. It's just that the tightness pounces on his heart is much stronger.
Mas, how can you come ?. Not meet? It just makes me hurt.
Mas, my love is still the same silence. Whose fault? I? Or our memories first ?.
The dull letters I made for the mas, just a farewell greeting, my dear mother was too shrunken. I dare not give my letter to the mas, enough that I know happy mas with Siti. Siti is a suitable woman to be your wife mas. Female soleha, beautiful. A smart woman capable of matching your masculinity. I do not know how long it took me to forget about you mas. Our memories are too many. Mas wrong what am I this time ?. The pain I used to bear, the fate brought you back. Mas see you from my room curtains chatting with Siti, cutting back wounds in my heart. Especially seeing the little man who is now sitting in your arms. Time does not let me forget you. The fate that brought you back as my neighbor. It's just that your status has turned into a father. Mas, do I have to run ?. Again.
