Rain and Remember

"Please have some coffee!" he blurted as he put a black cup of coffee on the corner table of Satya

 "Thank you! "Satya replied without looking at the girl who had given her the coffee.

 Satya was standing there watching the raindrops from behind the window by being accompanied by a cup of bitter coffee from her favorite beverage. However, this time he didn't want to drink it. Not for hating the bitterness of coffee, but for not liking the caffeinated beverage maker. An ex who still lives under his roof.

 "Thank you, Renata," he said as he walked over to Renata. "Next time, just put my coffee on the table," said Satya, who felt that her privacy was the

that sold large quantities of fries and coffee. Now the gaze of the park acrinterestf a song reminded him of his love for a beautiful beautiful girl he had met only once in his life.

 The drizzle was still falling, and two cups of coffee and snacks she had ordered at an Angle around the corner of the five Semarang town.

 "Brother, can I have two ginger ales?" said the vendor who broke his reverie. He only answers with a smile.

 "Two ginger ales? Why did you order two glasses?" mumbled Satya chuckling. Ginger coffee was her favorite one, after college in the wind.

 Now, the man is in a park, where he first met and for the last time with a girl with long hair whom he saw only once -- five years ago before a serial accident took his life.

 Naresh Arya Satya is a handsome guy who owns a few hotels and villas that own a few branches in Indonesia. Though a young, wealthy businessman, Satya prefers a simple life. His success wasn't a coincidence, he started by crawling from the bottom. Since college, this handsome man has been entering the Indonesian tourist sector and headed his way since he was twenty years old. The company he runs has flourished for a short time.

That afternoon, five years ago, Satya sat in a coffee shop at one of the five-foot vendors around the Lima intersection. Accompanied by a cup of ginger coffee and a packet of rice her eyes stared at the girl across the street sitting alone, in the pouring rain.

 A moment later, he stepped in a puddle of rain to approach him. That beautiful girl just stared at Satya with a body shivering from the cold. Her countenance was filled with tears mixed with rain. At that very moment, he used an umbrella to remove a droplet that had already soaked the girl's body. They then looked at one another in the rain in the Simpang Lima corner park.

 That girl's crying made Satya melt, reminding her of her dead sister. Trembling, Satya put her arms around her. Now they were both silent deep into silence and only the sound of rain hit the ground accompanying his grief at the time. Then, even Satya's tears came to her eyes as she remembered her sister's scent, which she often held and caressed in her arms.

Before long, though, she awoke to her senses and let go of her. With a bewildered look, as though it emerged from a stranger's embrace. Immediately, he turned away and walked away without a word. Satya tried to keep up with the rain and wet her whole body, but the girl had run far and an accident he didn't even dare was about to cross. That incident left Satya shaken and traumatized by guilt. He didn't even have the courage to go to her, even if she was already in a resting place.

 "Mister! The car shouldn't park there, it will get towed, "recalls the angry vendor, reminding Satya of the one who had made a traffic jam because of the infrequent parking. He left a hundred grand on the table and walked away. To make the merchants of the cafe feel grateful for his sustenance when it is empty.

 After arriving at her parents' humble home, Satya quickly went inside and changed her wet clothes. Marabou's mother who saw her only son get wet tried to approach him and ask him about what had happened.

"Where are you from, Satya? Forget that incident or you try his home address! If it's true, it's just like people say he died. That is his destiny, Satya." It was sad for her to see her thirty-five-year-old son who had not yet decided to get married because of the trauma she was experiencing.

 The lady in her twilight years wants to give her a grandchild. Satya, however, had every reason to wait for her work to be secure, even though her marriage to Renata canceled because of the girl's accident. The middle-aged woman was ashamed of Renata's parents, who had promised to marry her son to her only daughter.

 "Poor Renata, Satya! Don't keep him waiting long. You're old, it's bad to be the talk of the neighborhood." Mrs. Marmara approached me as she held her hand. Still, stubborn satya wouldn't listen to her mother.

"Mom, please! "Don't bring this up," says Satya, "if she persists, she can't stay at home," she said quietly.

 Renata, who had been behind the door of the room, overheard them, came in and interrupted. "Satya don't have to worry about me."

 "Look at that, mom! He didn't have the decency to sneak into the room! "Satya exclaimed, pointing to Renata's face.

 Even Satya went out immediately, she was against this matchmaking marriage. Especially after the girl's accident. Even in his sleep, he often dreamed of meeting her. Satya felt guilty and believed that the soul of a beautiful girl, who had lost her mind, died in an accident. Gradually five years went by, the dream continued that made her fall in love. Satya didn't know when the dream would come, but she always prayed and wished that the girl she didn't know her name would come to see her. All it took was knowingng, that she loved a girl from another realm.