It's raining again. I love it when it rains hard. No one can see me cry. I love it when the raindrops fall into my rooftop. It sounds like music to my ears. But what I love most about the rain is that, it is the reason why I met him. The person who made my heart pound.

                    Our meeting is not extraordinary. It is a cliche story that you can read in novels or books.  

I was riding in a bus on my way home from school. It was raining so hard a while ago but it already stopped. I was about to take off the bus soon as we reach the park.

I took off the bus. I can hear the sweet music made by the birds and I can see beautiful butterflies. I can feel the breeze that touches me smoothly. How I wish that my life is like this. 

Suddenly, it rained again. I looked for my umbrella but I couldn't find it anywhere. Oh no! Maybe I left it at the bus! My yellow umbrella that my mom gave  me on my 16th birthday is now gone. I felt so sad about that. That was the only memory that my mom left me. I started to cry. But no one can see that because it's raining.

I walked slowly in the rain. What else can I do? I am already soaked.

I continued walking when suddenly, I felt that the rain stopped. It did not actually stopped. Someone just held an umbrella to me. We stared at each other for a long time. He is the person who made my heart pound. He is.

"This is your umbrella, right?"

"Yes." I slowly answered. I am still staring at him.

"Here it is." He said then he left without saying anything.

"Thank you so much! Thank you! What is your name?" I shouted.

He did not look back. He did not reply. Maybe he did not hear me because of the rain.

From that day, I am still waiting for him. Hoping that he will come back. I still don't know his name. I always bring my umbrella with me, hoping that he will recognized me by that. I am the girl with the yellow umbrella. 

I am already going home. I walked slowly as I leave the park. A familiar guy was waiting at the bus stop. I wasn't mistaken. It was him.

"Wait!" I shouted.

But he already got inside of the bus.

When and where can I meet him? When and where will I wait for him? Is it forever?

I cannot forget the day when we first met and I loved him from the beginning.

I am hopeless. I guess I am not destined to met him. The rain started to pour. I opened my umbrella and I suddenly saw something. A letter written in a small piece of paper. It is hanging on my umbrella.

Ms. Yellow Umbrella,

Did you know how far I ran just to return this umbrella to you? You're so careless. >.<

-Mr. Arrogant Fish

I felt happy. I went home. My long wait is not useless. I am going to write a letter for him.

Dear Mr. Arrogant Fish,

Thank you for running just to return my umbrella. I am sorry for my carelessness. But I just wanted to know that I am thankful because that is the reason why I met you. You are so deaf. Why can't you hear me? I am asking for your name but you did not reply. I am asking you to wait but you did not hear me for the second time. You cannot escape from me now. If I wrote a letter to you, hearing is not required right? you will know my feelings by using your eyes. I just wanted to know your name because from the day that I first met you, I already fall in love with you. What is your name? What is it?

Love,

Ms. Yellow Umbrella

I wrote a letter but I don't have any idea on how he can receive it. Maybe it's true. We're not destined to each other.

I rode on a bus on my home from school. There are only a few passengers in the bus. Suddenly, a music played.

A Letter To You by Mc Mong

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