Dew Under the Rain
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Juna gave her the usual helmet Dew wear. Afterwards, Dewun sat in the back seat of Juna. He hugged Juna's body.

"Om, why didn't you tell me to pick up Dew?"

"Cih, say Om. Usually it's Om who picks you up."

"Yes, but Dewan didn't know that Om could pick him up. If Grandpa comes to get me, what?"

"No way. Call Grandpa."

The dew did not answer, only sighed. His face was jutek and was not happy to be picked up by Juna. Because, he failed to go home with Galang.

Now his girlfriend was actually delivering the friend. Galang and Naura are on the same path as Dewun, only Naura's house met first.

"Ra, I have something to ask you about Dew with you."

"Growd?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"Yesterday when I stayed in the Dew for a while, why did he tremble that way? He kept his shoelaces off, but he couldn't tie them. You know why?"

"Oh, Lang. I dare not open my voice about it. You ask yourself the same Dew."

"Udah, but he says it still takes time to be honest."

"Well, you wait for the time. I can't tell you anything."

Eventually, the bar finally resigned. No more asking anything. According to him, it would be the same as not getting information.

"Btw, aren't you guys, anyway?" asked Naura curiously. Galang only glanced at the girl behind him. He is giving information.

He had promised Dewun to keep their love story a secret. Let Dew himself tell Naura.

They had arrived, Naura came down and did not forget to say thank you for being delivered home. Galang hurriedly left, he wanted to quickly arrive home. Galang wants to call Dewun immediately.

Dew has also reached the yard of Roy's house. Marni welcomes her son and granddaughter home. Dew kisses his hands reverently followed by Juna.

"Which father, Mom?"

"Go out for a minute. Come on, get ready."

"Yes, Mom."

Dew and Juna entered simultaneously. Their rooms are right next door. Marnie prepared food for them.

Dew's phone instantly rang, he raised it in a whispering tone. It invited a question to Galang who was still on his bike, then down slowly towards his large enough house.

"Why are you whispering that, anyway?"

"There's Om Juna. I'm scared."

"Hehe, you know you don't. I can't wait to get to you in the morning, so I can see you again."

Dew blushed embarrassedly hearing what Galang said. He did not expect Galang whose attitude was cold outside turned out to be able to wash him.

"WC, dong."

"Fear of Om Juna. Anyway, I'll be going to my parents' grave soon. With Grandma, Grandpa and Om Juna."

"I wasn't invited?"

"What the hell, Lang. To masa's tomb would follow."

"Yes, it's okay. His grave also has your parents. I can beat them."

"Superficial, you."

Marni knocks on the door of the Dew room. He asked the girl to eat, not forgetting that he also told Juna to do the same.

"Yes, Grandma. A moment."

"Udah first, yes. I'll see you tomorrow."

The call ended, Galang had already laid his body on the bed. Too tired today, for him. However, the spirit-filling Dew in his soul started today.

"Lang, Galang."

The voices of his two friends called. When Galang got up and revealed the curtain, he saw Bayu and Azriel standing down there.

"Aish, they came here anyway. I want to rest again," he murmured to himself. Not yet he replied, both of his friends had entered his room.

Bayu was already sitting on the edge of the mattress, while Azriel was sitting on a desk chair studying while holding a guitar. The barn stood with its waist in the middle of them.

"Didn't get here?"

"So, we can't play here, Lang? Let's say to Aunt Ambar that we were expelled. Yeah, not Zriel?"

"Yes," he replied as he plucked the string.

"Eh, what's going on? Again at the get-together why are you pouting, Lang?" Ambar came with a snack of tea for Bayu and Azriel.

"False, Aunt. Gini dong, Lang. The dateng guest was welcomed, masa' diomelin."

Ambar just smiled as he shook his head slowly and then came out leaving the three of them.

"What do you want, anyway?"

"Times' want to play there must be a need first, Lang."

"Report, here. Out, yuk. After all, you also have no training today, right?"

He took his friend to the backyard. He took the basketball in his room. He wanted to play with his two best friends.

While dribbling the ball, Galang asked a little about Dew. "Do you know the tomb of his parents Dewun?"

Bayu also Azriel looked at each other. He never heard Galang ask about girls. Galang did a shot, and on target.

"Tumben, Lang. You like Dew?"

"Nhd!"

"Just curious. You know that the Dew is an orphan."

"Yes, anyway. Poor, yes. When he was five years old, his parents had an accident on the side of a big road there. Right in front of the supermarket."

"Oh, huh?"

"Well? Don't you know, Lang?"

Galang shook his head, and Azriel tried to shoot but the shot flew, hitting Galang's head. Galang oleng, grateful that his body is able to maintain balance.

"Damn, you!" albat Galang. He thinks pretty hard. Remembering what happened ten years ago. He recalled seeing a truck run over a family, and two people died covered in blood.

The little girl with the doll stood up and held the chests of her parents. Means the little boy who was covered in his eyes by Galang, that's Dew.

Both of his best friends pat Galang on the shoulder. He gasped in surprise, he hurriedly came to Dew to his house. Not caring about Juna being overprotective.

"Lang, Falcon. Where are you going?" shouted Bayu also Azriel who was not ignored Galang. He drove the bike quickly, hoping to meet Dew before they left.

Arriving in front of the house. The car is parked in front and ready to go. Dew family came out, Juna looked confusedly at Galang.

"Eh, Boy. Why come here? Naura are you anterin?"

"Udah, Om. Um, I'd like to talk to Dew, would you?"

Juna, Roy and Marni look towards the Dew. Dew squeezes both fingers anxiously. He was afraid of misbehaving actually became a bomb for him as well Galang.

Juna raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"Please, Um. I'm gonna talk to Dew."

"We got in the car first, Jun. Let's catch up later." Marni pushes softly Juna's body. However, he was not willing to leave Dew alone with Galang.

Juna's body is stiff, so Roy must push strong Juna to be behind the wheel.

"Why were they abandoned anyway, ma'am."

"They're teenagers, they need privacy. Let it be, what matters is that we're still watching them."

All three have occupied their respective sitting positions. However, their views could not be separated from Dewun and Galang who stood facing each other.

"What's up, Lang? I'm afraid I'm caught with Om Juna."

"I don't care, Ma'am. I just want to tell you that ten years ago I was there too. Under the same raindrops as you."

"meaning?" ask Dew of confusion.

"Mbun, I'm the boy who closed his eyes to no longer see the blood flowing."

Dew bowed and cried. Galang without a care hugging Dew. Juna fires his beard and gets straight out of the car, but his steps are held back by Roy.

"We'll see first. Let them grow up to face problems."

"But, Sir. That's the Grunt."

"Yes, you know too. There must be a reason he's so."

Juna threw out a rough face, he could not bear to see his nephew crying. Especially now, he was being hugged by another man in front of his eyes. He felt the greatest heartbreak, seeing that.

"Sir, that they are not muhrim loh. I'm still a kid hugging!" his grunts were irritated and slightly muscularly pointed towards Galang as well as Dewun.

Reeling off his embrace, he tidied the Dew hair that came out. Tuck it in the earlobe. He wiped away the tears that flooded Dew's face with his two thumbs.

"Don't cry, Dew. I will always protect you. Well, then, now and then. Okay?"

Dew nodded as he rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand. Galang drove the Dew to the car.

"Sir, Grandpa, Om Juna. Sorry if I made Dew cry. I'll come again with my parents to propose to Dewun."

"What?! Apply?! Boy, this crazy boy, here! You're still a kid, playing around!" juna was full of emotion.

"Jun," said Roy.

"Come, Son. But ... You guys don't let us get married now. Bring your parents in, we'll talk about it later. Now we have to go."

"Yes, Grandma. Careful. Bye, Dewun" said Galang who waved at Dewun and all. I came home with a little excitement. The Dew that was guarded so tightly by Juna could finally belong to him.

All this time, no one dared to approach the Dew. Juna is notoriously fierce and does not mess around with men who are close to Dewun. Now, it was Juna who could not dwell on Galang's manly attitude.

"Sir, ma'am, why mess around come, anyway. They are still in school, Mom," protested Juna who did not accept the application that came for Dewun.

"Ahmad also applied for Ratna while still in school."

"But different times, ma'am."

"Finally, I'm the same father waiting for you but did not propose."

"Ck! Juna thinks of Dew, Mom. Juna does not want to get married if Dewun has not finished school. The Dew ride is still long, ma'am. He still needs another ten years to finish school."

"Yes, you're getting old too. That's right!"

Juna rolled a lazy eyeball. He did not want to argue at length anymore. Dew is just silent, he doesn't know what to do. It is good indeed if they marry young, avoid sin. Also, free association that would be misleading. However, what Juna is worried about is the youth of Dew which will be hindered by everything if you get married.