The yellow umbrella

It was a busy day. There were a lot of patients. She was exhausted. She was sitting in her chair in front of the white-blue border lined board saying "DR. Serah" without a family name. Her thick black hair was messy and spread all over her face. Her exceptionally normal brown eyes were weary. She scratched it with her white and beautiful hands. Her white coat was hanged on her favorite wooden wall hooks. She unhooked one button of her chocolate color silk shirt because of the sun. " I thought it was a rainy day," she said to herself while looking at the yellow umbrella in her wooden hooks. The umbrella looked really old. maybe 24 years or more. It's still working. She remembered her dad saying that it was the high-quality fabric because a friend of his made the fabric and the umbrella himself. She still remembers every detail of the day he brought it to their small street house.. she was five. She loved rainy seasons. That year she was waiting for the black clouds, but it was late. Her father went out and came back with that beautiful yellow umbrella. She was delighted to see it. When her face was enlightened, the sky darkened. Small drops of water fell down to the floor. She hugged her dad with joy, who was an orphan factory worker. She didn't know the fact that she was adopted. He got her from the side of dirty street roads. She went outside with that umbrella. She walked through the street sides alone. She was smiling all the time she walked. She stopped at a chair on the road. She sat on it. Suddenly a voice came from behind "are you that happy, you were smiling all the time". She looked behind suddenly a boy of her age appeared. He was so cute. " when it rains the clouds are crying, these are all tears. How can you be happy when someone is crying"? His face was so fierce. He looked so serious. His hands were crossed in front of his body.  "you dance when someones in grief?". She looked at him surprisingly. He was fully wet. He went out without an umbrella in such heavy rain. She went beside him with the umbrella. That beautiful yellow umbrella was over his head.  "Who told you this," she asked him. "my father". She didn't say a word. Her five-year-old mind was shocked and filled with guilt. She was too confused. She stayed there silently for a long time. They both stood under that umbrella looking at the rain. She always believed that an umbrella was special. She thought it carries fate, and it was a fated day. When she grew up a little, she thought it fate who lets you meet with people. “You will get really sick when you are in the rain”. Both of them stood straight under that yellow umbrella, looking at the rainy sky. Both of them walked through that beautiful sidewalk, seeing all the rain. One who loves to see it and one who doesn’t. His unusual green eyes were so beautiful. He was a year older than her. They continued their walking like friends. "my father said don't go out without an umbrella when it's raining" They parted their ways being friends. The rain didn’t stop that day. They walked together all day of that rainy season. Serah suddenly woke up from the rushing of old memories. She wondered why she remembered that moment. A beautiful guy with unusual green eyes entered her office. “What’s the matter with you? Why so tense?” he asked. “He’s coming tomorrow and it's stressing me out” “why do you still care about him. Anyway I have to go”. He said while looking at her wooden hooks. “You still have this”. He said that while going away. His happy green eyes began to grief a little by remembering an image of two little kids walking under a yellow umbrella. He hid his grief to his heart.