Pelangi Setelah Hujan (Rainbow After the Rain)

Hujan turun dengan derasnya di sore hari, membasahi jalanan kota yang dipenuhi lampu-lampu temaram. Isabelle Christiana atau Belle, duduk di halte sambil memandang hujan dengan pandangan datar. Baginya, hujan hanyalah air yang jatuh dari langit, tak ada yang istimewa.

Di sisi lain halte, Zico Brandon berdiri sambil menatap hujan dengan senyum kecil. Dia menikmati setiap tetesnya, seolah-olah hujan adalah bagian dari hidupnya yang paling berharga.

“Kamu suka hujan, ya?” tanya Belle tiba-tiba, nada suaranya terdengar skeptis.

Zico menoleh, sedikit terkejut, tapi senyumnya tetap hangat. “Iya. Hujan itu indah. Kamu nggak suka?”

Belle mengangkat bahu. “Biasa aja. Nggak ada yang spesial. Basah, dingin, dan bikin kacau rencana orang.”

Zico tertawa pelan. “Mungkin karena kamu belum benar-benar menikmatinya.”

Belle mendengus kecil. “Hujan itu nggak butuh dinikmati.”

Zico hanya tersenyum, tapi di matanya, ada rasa penasaran terhadap gadis pemberontak yang duduk di depannya.

Hari-hari berlalu, dan Belle mulai sering bertemu Zico di halte itu. Mereka berdua rupanya sering menunggu bus di jam yang sama. Zico selalu membawa buku kecil dan terkadang menuliskan sesuatu sambil menikmati hujan.

“Kamu nulis apa?” tanya Belle suatu sore saat hujan kembali turun.

“Puisi,” jawab Zico singkat.

Belle mendengus lagi. “Jadi, hujan sampai bikin kamu puitis?”

Zico tersenyum. “Bukan hanya hujan. Pelangi juga.”

Belle memutar matanya. “Pelangi itu cuma ilusi cahaya.”

“Tapi keindahannya nyata,” balas Zico santai.

Obrolan kecil mereka terus berlanjut. Meskipun Belle sering meledek pandangan Zico tentang hujan dan pelangi, dia tak bisa menyangkal bahwa percakapan itu membuatnya merasa nyaman.

Suatu hari, Zico mengajak Belle berjalan di bawah hujan ringan. “Cobalah menikmati hujan sekali ini saja,” katanya.

Belle ragu, tapi akhirnya mengikuti Zico. Mereka berjalan tanpa payung, membiarkan hujan membasahi mereka.

“Kenapa kamu suka hujan?” tanya Belle akhirnya.

Zico berhenti sejenak, menatap langit. “Hujan selalu mengingatkanku pada cinta. Orang yang aku sayangi dulu bilang, ‘Hujan adalah cara Tuhan membersihkan dunia dari luka.’ Sejak saat itu, setiap kali hujan turun, aku merasa lebih tenang.”

Belle terdiam. Kata-kata Zico menyentuh sisi hatinya yang selama ini dia tutupi dengan sikap pemberontak.

Beberapa hari kemudian, setelah hujan deras, Belle menatap langit bersama Zico. Sebuah pelangi besar muncul, melengkung indah di atas kota.

“Kamu benar,” gumam Belle pelan.

“Benar soal apa?” Zico bertanya dengan senyum jahil.

“Pelangi memang indah,” jawab Belle sambil tersenyum tipis.

Zico tertawa. “Lihat? Aku bilang kan?”

Belle menoleh padanya. “Tapi aku rasa bukan karena pelanginya. Tapi karena ada kamu yang mengajarkanku untuk melihatnya dengan cara yang berbeda.”

Zico tertegun. Tatapan mereka bertemu, dan ada kehangatan yang tak bisa disangkal di antara mereka.

Sejak saat itu, hujan tak lagi terasa biasa bagi Belle. Setiap tetesnya mengingatkannya pada Zico dan semua pelajaran kecil yang ia berikan.

Mereka terus bertemu di halte, terus berbagi cerita di bawah hujan, dan terus menunggu pelangi bersama.

Bagi Belle, Zico bukan hanya pria yang suka hujan dan pelangi. Dia adalah seseorang yang membuka hatinya untuk melihat keindahan dunia, meskipun awalnya terasa sulit.

Dalam hujan, mereka menemukan cinta. Dalam pelangi, mereka menemukan harapan. Dan dalam diri satu sama lain, mereka menemukan rumah.

[Bahasa Inggris]

Rain poured heavily that afternoon, soaking the city streets illuminated by dim streetlights. Isabelle Christiana or Belle sat at a bus stop, her gaze fixed blankly on the rain. To her, it was just water falling from the sky, nothing special.

Across the shelter, Zico Brandon stood, watching the rain with a soft smile. He savored every drop, as if the rain was the most precious part of his life.

“You like the rain, huh?” Belle asked suddenly, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Zico turned to her, a bit surprised, but his smile remained warm. “Yeah. Rain is beautiful. Don’t you think so?”

Belle shrugged. “Not really. It’s nothing special. Wet, cold, and ruins people’s plans.”

Zico chuckled. “Maybe you’ve just never truly enjoyed it.”

Belle scoffed. “Rain isn’t something to enjoy.”

Zico only smiled, but in his eyes, there was a growing curiosity about the rebellious girl sitting across from him.

Days passed, and Belle started seeing Zico more often at the same bus stop. Apparently, they shared the same waiting hours. Zico always carried a small notebook, occasionally jotting things down as he enjoyed the rain.

“What are you writing?” Belle asked one afternoon as the rain fell again.

“Poetry,” Zico replied simply.

Belle scoffed again. “So the rain makes you poetic now?”

Zico smiled. “Not just the rain. Rainbows too.”

Belle rolled her eyes. “Rainbows are just light illusions.”

“But their beauty is real,” Zico replied calmly.

Their small talks continued. Even though Belle often mocked Zico’s romantic view of rain and rainbows, she couldn’t deny that their conversations brought her a strange comfort.

One day, Zico invited Belle to walk with him under a light drizzle. “Just try enjoying the rain, for once,” he said.

Belle hesitated, but eventually followed. They walked without umbrellas, letting the rain soak them.

“Why do you like the rain so much?” Belle finally asked.

Zico paused, looking up at the sky. “Rain always reminds me of love. Someone I used to care about once said, ‘Rain is God’s way of washing the world’s wounds.’ Since then, whenever it rains, I feel at peace.”

Belle fell silent. His words touched a part of her heart she had long kept guarded.

A few days later, after a heavy downpour, Belle looked up at the sky beside Zico. A large rainbow arched beautifully over the city.

“You were right,” Belle murmured.

“Right about what?” Zico asked, teasing.

“Rainbows really are beautiful,” Belle replied with a faint smile.

Zico laughed. “Told you so.”

Belle turned to him. “But I think it’s not just the rainbow. It’s because you taught me how to see it differently.”

Zico froze for a moment. Their eyes met, and in that moment, an undeniable warmth passed between them.

From then on, rain no longer felt ordinary to Belle. Every drop reminded her of Zico and the little lessons he unknowingly shared.

They kept meeting at the bus stop, kept sharing stories in the rain, and kept waiting for rainbows together.

To Belle, Zico wasn’t just the guy who liked rain and rainbows. He was the one who opened her heart to the world’s hidden beauty.

In the rain, they found love. In the rainbow, they found hope. And in each other, they found home.