Rain had faded, leaving a drip that afternoon. Some of the foam stopped over the taro floating in the pond. The rest chose to be ponds, slowly sinking into the ground. The wind slowly seduces the half-buds of yellow cananga flowers, so they bloom immediately. Anxious repeating in the heart, from behind the red-lined glass window. It wasn't the rain that had been eased by what Scania had been waiting for.
Dusk that is almost reddish in the sky, is also not a matter of anticipation. But slowly blushed red cheeks. When he saw someone coming to his house. Once again, Scania waited and confirmed the sound of the door knocking at her home. Someone in orange clothes gave a brown map envelope, confirmed the name and address of the destination and handed it to Scania.
Scania was smiling, the cheeks of the long-haired girl grew increasingly reddish. Engraved a name for her, Scania Putri Saraswati. Under his name, Bias Rangga Purnama. The long-haired girl then opened the envelope, inside which contained a small white envelope and a blue pen. The face and back of the small envelope are clean, not smudged with ink. A blue pen that reads a name familiar to him.
Half-hearted Scania scanned, reading the contents of a small white envelope. Instantly also clouded in his heart, from a series of neatly arranged words. Asking news for him is just a glance, then switch not for him. Scania was unable to sob, whether it was hurt or had to be happy.
Just say a greeting, but what is the power that is already deep. As wide as the ocean, now the cheer is only limited to a puddle. When a star-studded night, surround the moon that is still dimming. the weight of the foot to step, unable to say. But don't let it sob. Hand over a pen and fill in a small white envelope to another girl in her house. A girl with a face similar to her, with long hair and blue bands. A smile disguised the sadness on Scania's face.
Evalina, written on the blue pen.
