The Young Billionaire and A Girl

Rain falls, bringing water from the sky. But for me, rain also brings memories. A bundle of memories that, for some reason, instantly makes my chest feel tight. Now, my heart no longer has room to love the rain like I used to.

Home, 05:55 AM

This is my story; my name is Adina Candra Elsa. People often call me Adina. I am a child born into a simple family. My mother is just an ordinary employee at one of the small companies in my town. As for my father, I don't know. I've been abandoned by him since I was five years old.

"Adina, wash the dishes before you leave," my mother Yani scolds me, as she does almost every day. Right after breakfast, she asks me to clean the dishes.

"Yes, Mom, I've already cleaned them. Look for yourself." I reply, feeling satisfied.

"Okay, thanks, dear," my mother says from inside her room.

"Let's go, Mom..."

My invitation makes her slightly hurried. Every day, we leave together on a two-wheeled motorcycle, a 2015 model from the Land of Sakura. It's not too old for a scooter, and my mother intentionally bought it for me on my birthday. She said it was for me.

"Come on, hurry up and get in, or we'll be late." I always see that pretty middle-aged woman with a slightly annoyed expression when my mom is in a hurry.

"Yes, Mom, I'm going to class now."

I kiss my mother's hand every time I leave. I love her as much as I love myself. To me, she's the remedy when all my problems suddenly embrace me roughly.

School, 09:00 AM

"I'm going to study harder this year, just like last year. I'll get the scholarship again. This is all for you, Mom," I mutter.

Suddenly, a somewhat annoying handsome guy startles me from behind my chair, right behind where I'm sitting.

"Hey, why keep studying? You're already smart," he says.

His name is Devano Samuel Escapra, a student in 11th-grade science class (Grade 2 High School). He's my classmate, a handsome guy, a bad boy, a member of a motorcycle gang, and the only child of the owner of Escapra Gold Company, a small gold mining business. Unfortunately, he's also the most diligent student who always shows up in the counseling room. Not because of his achievements but because of the trouble he often causes.

"What's it to you? Let me do what I want." I speak in a slightly scolding tone.

"Geez, you're so boring."

"Whatever..." I retort.

I leave him alone in the classroom, with an annoyed expression, heading towards the outdoor area with many trees and flowers around it. There are five modern stalls with wooden tables and chairs that don't have umbrellas. It's aesthetically pleasing and romantic in my opinion. Here, I can see the sky without any barriers. The kids from here always liven up the trendiest spot in school.

It's still break time. Most students at Zidduya High School choose to enjoy some special dishes at this cafeteria. One of them is me, eating duck fried rice from Mbak Lastri. It's a favorite among the students.

"Just the usual, Mbak," I say to Mbak Lastri.

"Duck fried rice and orange juice, right, Din?"

"Yes, Mbak," I reply with a nod.

School, 01:30 PM

SMA Zidduya is a high school with a bunch of luxurious facilities in my town, Malang. One of the facilities I like and often visit is the Balairoom Theater.

It's a jumbo room twice the size of a basketball court, with light brown-patterned walls and some classic ornamental lights. Inside, there are beautiful iron chairs that can accommodate more than 1,500 people. It's not quite a room, but that's what it's called. This room has a very large main stage.

I love it, the art of theater and this room. Especially when it's raining, I love it even more. The atmosphere this time is enough to make me silent, calm, and soothing.

Rain is my muse. To me, it's the solace when I'm overwhelmed. When the world seems to have abandoned me. I love the rain, like I love myself. Thank you, God, the Owner of Rain. I love one of your possessions, called rain.

"Why are you lingering here?" The handsome guy with short hair, fair skin, tall, and popular in school named Devano says.

"It's none of your business. What do you care?" I reply a bit curtly.

"Do you like theater?" He asks with a curious expression.