Jakarta that afternoon was different, black clouds hung between the white clouds in the sky, but at that time the black cloud was more dominating. The cold air pierced the bones as the wind blew and drizzle descended, at the end of the street stood a man smoking his cigarette, releasing the smoke slowly as if he was entrusted with fatigue in every blow. Tiredness seized him after working all day. He just wanted to hurry to get home but the rain was falling heavily, so he quickly turned off his cigarette and started his pace looking for shelter. He stopped at the bus shelter. His thick powdery face and red lipstick around his lips faded from the rain. People who passed by him laughed at him because they looked at his messed up face. Even his heart got hurt of thinking about people's behavior towards him but he just kept on smiling and was still happy, of course this kind of work is not the life that he wants. The gusts of the wind grew louder as if they brought himself into his own thoughts. What happened that afternoon was back in his mind, even though he was laughed at by adults, at least this job can help him entertain the little ones at the birthday party this afternoon.
Bus direction to Pulo Gadung has arrived, he folded envelopes that contained enough money to fulfill his needs tomorrow, and for his son. While on his way home at the bus he always feels happy to think about his son, and he feels grateful that he can make other people laugh because of him.
He finally arrived at home, every time he returned home he never looked anything else except looking for his son. He only live with his son, his wife died months ago cause heart cancer."Rangga" he called his son while changing his clothes but there was no respond from his son. He rushed to find Rangga but he could not find him, his heart was overwhelmed with extraordinary fears. His tears suddenly fell down on his cheeks, he was very afraid of losing his son and if something might happen to his son he would punish himself for the sake of his wife in heaven. He ran out of the house exploring every corner to look for his son.
The night sky seemed to represent his feelings through the raindrop which increase profusely. His hasty step was halted, his search ended. From a distance, he found his sopping child holding an umbrella and offering it to everyone who walked. There was sadness when he saw his son cheerfully playing under the rain while offering an umbrella, his tiny body holding back the cold and occasional shivers that made him feel guilty about what he saw. When every child get extra protection from their parents when rains down, his son must be willing to rain. He believed that becoming an umbrella taxi is the desire of his son to help him make money, but he never wanted his son to work to help him.
"Rangga!" He yelled at his son, his voice made his son turn to him.
Seeing the expression on his son's face shocked to see him, the look of the face that was happy instantly showed the face with great regret.
"I'm so sorry dad" said his son who immediately approached him.
His son always reminded of his promise not to be a weak person. And he believed that was the reason why his son always wants to help him.
"Do you ever hear the sound of rain , like the sky is crying?" Asked him to his son. But he didn't answer it.
"Several times dad heard a fairy tale about rain, a story told that the earth is female and rain is the tears. Believe me, son,!your mom is always with you. She will feel grieve if you're not at home and she would love if you just stay home and be a good boy."
Without a word his son pulled his hand into his cold palm, then placed his cheeks in his arms. The other hand grasped the wind, with the breath of a hunt.
"I'm sorry dad" his son muttered softly
"there was nothing wrong, because maybe, if your mother is still there, you definitely do not like this, my son."
"Forgive me, son" he said while holding his son tightly.
"Let's go home dad" said his son with a bright smile.
The dark sky of Jakarta turned into a bright full moon like a happy smiling eye, he believed his wife will be happy to see him taking care of their son.
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