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| I'm kinda obsessive with red umbrella, just don't mind me. Image Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWFMXXEhqsw |
Well, that escalated quickly. I don't think I've ever shared any romantic moments on rainy days.
So rainy days huh. A lot of people have their best and worst moment on rainy days. I can't even decide whether I love it or hate it. Though I believe that I was used to love rainy days.Those days when we just hanged out outside playing by the football field near the neighborhood, or just had shower while running wild, didn't even mind the shiver we'd felt afterward when things just got too cold. I loved how we were all laughing like we were the happiest creatures in the world, didn't even mind the scolding and beating we would get after that. We were just simple kids, who had no significant things to fear, beside our mother's outrage. Really wish that I could go back to those moments.
That's also one moment I could never forget when It's raining outside. I believe I was an elementary grader back then. I was bedridden a lot when I was a kid. And there was once I got shingles all over my feet. It was so painful to the point I couldn't even stand, let alone walk. I don't remember how, but things just got better afterward. It was just, getting shingles on rainy days was just the worst kind of luck one could have. And I happened to suffer that illness on rainy days.
I remember how my mother told me to never went home while it was still raining, so I had to wait until the rain stopped pouring, or just wait for my father to pick me up. I don't remember how long I had to wait there. Some of my friends already went home drenched (it was a bless for us kids, going home while it's raining), some of them were already picked up by their parents. I remember how one by one my friends were no longer there anymore. They did ask me to go home together, some of my friends even invited me to share their umbrella (or did they?) which I declined because I didn't want to worsen my shingles and claimed my mother wrath. I kept waiting there for quite a long time until I was the only one left behind. I kept waiting there believing my father would come.
My father did come in the end, you know. He's a great father after all. You don't know how happy and relieved I was when I finally saw my father at the very end of the road wearing yellow raincoat and green boots while holding an umbrella. I don't quite remember how I got home after that though. But since then I got this weird complex feeling about waiting while its raining. It's just that it was so lonely waiting there by myself and I hated how the rain made me think of the worst case scenario. That's why even until now I hate to wait for something or someone when it's raining. I even hate to wait for Angkot while it's pouring hard. I always go to work when the rain just become light. I would even prefer to get drenched instead rather than waiting for the rain to stop.
There was also one moment when we didn't have umbrella. Most of the time I guess we really didn't have one. Because there was also one time when my brother and I had to go to school wearing sandals and our normal clothes, also put on some plastic bag to cover our head; while we put our shoes, school uniform, and our school bag inside a big plastic bag. And we just went to school like that under the pouring rain (thanks God it's not the heavy one) and got slightly drenched here and there. At first I hated it so much, the fact that I had to go to school wearing my ugly sandals and that stupid plastic bag on my head which was actually kind of foolish of me. But my brother just acted cool and all while I was sulking, which finally got on my mother's nerve. I was scolded and ended up crying the whole way to school while cursing the rain. I was a silly silly kid. And when we got to school, not many kids were even present yet.
There was some story of rainy days when I was a kid. I had plenty of that but may be I'll update em later on.
I remember how my mother told me to never went home while it was still raining, so I had to wait until the rain stopped pouring, or just wait for my father to pick me up. I don't remember how long I had to wait there. Some of my friends already went home drenched (it was a bless for us kids, going home while it's raining), some of them were already picked up by their parents. I remember how one by one my friends were no longer there anymore. They did ask me to go home together, some of my friends even invited me to share their umbrella (or did they?) which I declined because I didn't want to worsen my shingles and claimed my mother wrath. I kept waiting there for quite a long time until I was the only one left behind. I kept waiting there believing my father would come.
My father did come in the end, you know. He's a great father after all. You don't know how happy and relieved I was when I finally saw my father at the very end of the road wearing yellow raincoat and green boots while holding an umbrella. I don't quite remember how I got home after that though. But since then I got this weird complex feeling about waiting while its raining. It's just that it was so lonely waiting there by myself and I hated how the rain made me think of the worst case scenario. That's why even until now I hate to wait for something or someone when it's raining. I even hate to wait for Angkot while it's pouring hard. I always go to work when the rain just become light. I would even prefer to get drenched instead rather than waiting for the rain to stop.
There was also one moment when we didn't have umbrella. Most of the time I guess we really didn't have one. Because there was also one time when my brother and I had to go to school wearing sandals and our normal clothes, also put on some plastic bag to cover our head; while we put our shoes, school uniform, and our school bag inside a big plastic bag. And we just went to school like that under the pouring rain (thanks God it's not the heavy one) and got slightly drenched here and there. At first I hated it so much, the fact that I had to go to school wearing my ugly sandals and that stupid plastic bag on my head which was actually kind of foolish of me. But my brother just acted cool and all while I was sulking, which finally got on my mother's nerve. I was scolded and ended up crying the whole way to school while cursing the rain. I was a silly silly kid. And when we got to school, not many kids were even present yet.
There was some story of rainy days when I was a kid. I had plenty of that but may be I'll update em later on.
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