Hi friend ..
I have this romantic story ,do you want to read it. definitely want it. this story is titled rain and miss
this is the story
rain and miss
As usual, rain soaked our village's court after the issue, watering the plants for about half an hour. Then the sky again lit hundreds of small lanterns that flew as far as the eye could see.
This rain is the seventh rain in June. the rain that I think most can cause homesickness. Rain is reminiscent of a woman I love. Half of the rain outside is actually an imprint. The water drops are the longing that we have created in the past.
two years ago, tonight was Sunday night. Sacred time for anyone who claims to be a partner. Cafes, restaurants, squares, night markets are always crowded with people holding hands. Including me with Inef, my friend I love. that night was the first night we walked together. The main night is special. The night of shedding longing after seven months of knowing but not daring to turn me around to reveal.
Actually there is no purpose where we go. I took my motorcycle with Inef down the city streets. See what can be seen. Including seeing people running aside. What I realized was that it was drizzle that was increasingly heavy. My hand turned the gas tight, not heeding the rhythm. Inef's hands slipped into the right pocket of my jacket. A sign that he is like showing coldness. I deliberately did not stop the motorbike to just take shelter. I introduced to him that rain was fun. so that I, he, and rain would one day tell this moment and be a reason to be missed.
"Nam, why not stop. This heavy rain. "He said right in my ear. At that time I was soaking wet, even my lover. But this is the way I want this meeting to be missed one day.
"It's okay, Inef, sometimes we have to rain. So that we understand the meaning hidden in the rain. "
"I mean"
"One time you understand it yourself."
On the way, on a quiet and quiet street. suddenly the speeding motorbike uncompromisingly stopped itself.
"Why nam?" Inef was surprised.
"Looks like it's leaking"
"It's raining, more leaking. Poor us. Even though this is the first time we have walked together. But never mind, wailing will not improve the situation. yes, nam, we push together. "
Maybe this is what is called bad luck. Dark streets, rain and lightning, and leaky tires. But perhaps this is what is called love. That night's conversation between me and him while pushing the motorbike. like formulating if anything is suffering, while dealing with it with love. No longer named suffering.
"Inef ... the world like ours"
"How come ... how come it can"
"The rain tonight, this leaky motorbike, made me feel something I had never.
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