Dew Under the Rain
I remember Ahmad and Ratna

Galang went home in a hurry and immediately looked for Ambar. No matter the two of his best friends who were still in the courtyard.

"Lang," call Bayu also Azriel who saw Galang enter. They followed Galang's steps.

"Where am I?"

"It's inside."

"Ma, Mama ...."

Ambar came out of the bathroom and rubbed his hands on his shirt.

"What's up, Lang?"

"Ma, Galang wants to propose to Dewun."

"What?!" say the three of them simultaneously. Ambar's eyes were perfectly rounded.

"You crazy, Lang?" asked Azriel in confusion.

"Yes, we are still in school, Lang," said Bayu who was still surprised by the words of Galang.

Galang took Ambar's hand, he looked at Ambar expectantly. Only Ambar can melt the heart.Bram, his father.

"You sure? You're sixteen, Lang."

"Related, Ma."

"Will not be satisfied?"

"No, Ma. Galang. You know Galang."

"Okay, tonight we'll talk to your Papa."

"Good thanks, Ma."

Ambar passed to the room. He knows exactly what kind of a ship. If you have decided something, you will never hesitate and falter with it. Whatever the obstacle, it must have been.

Now, these three friendly men were sitting in the living room. Bayu also Azriel was not out of thought with Galang. The two of them paced back and forth as they ruffled their waists walking in front of Galang.

"You crazy, Lang?"

"No, I'm sane!"

"We're still in school. You want to get married."

"I just want to always take care of the Dew, protect the Dew, become a place for the Dew when he can't talk to other people, I'm the place where the problem is."

"The rich man promised God, you."

"Yes, said Azriel. I made a promise before the Lord next door neighbor, after you had done your covenant kiss. Ah, so I want to."

Galang pinned the head of Bayu, just touch Bayu rubbed the former punch Galang. Face bent.

"Lang, are you sure?"

Galang nodded steadily. Both of his friends have flanked Galang's body. He turned to the two in turn.

"So get out, this tightness."

"No ah, Lang."

"So, no!?"

"okay." Both of them gave distance to Galang. They are still curious about the heart and mind of their best friend. Galang was never seen with any girl. In fact, with Dew he hid it.

"Lang, we're the orok's legal title, right?"

"Yes, continues?" said Galang sweeping his thick eyebrows with his thumb, his forehead wrinkled.

"You love this monkey again, Lang. Let's meet another girl again, you'll love it again."

"Who, say?"

"Tuh, Bayu just said," pointed Azriel towards Bayu. Bayu pointed at himself.

"You know me, right? No matter what decision I make, I will never change. I liked that Dew a long time ago."

"Seriously, Lang?" ask them surprised not dumbass. Galang nodded firmly. Bayu and Azriel looked at each other and tried to guess. Galang said it was impossible to like Dew, now why can change suddenly, the minds of the two of them are now elbowing each other.

"I've loved that Dew since Kindergarten."

"DK?" say they are compact.

"Yes. The little girl who was crying in the rain while hugging the teddy bear on her chest. Right in front of him the bodies of his parents who had been drenched in blood."

"Such an honor, anyway, Lang. Falling in love at the same time."

"That's how my love story begins. Until now, that never changed."

"Oh, your style never changes?" Bayu Cibir.

"Well, emang. The proof is that I have never been close to any girl. Until I finally got a chance to date Dewun."

"So, you guys are dating?" Again, they both asked. He got up and pulled his two friends home.

Obviously, Galang drove them away. Galang actually accidentally said that they were dating, but because the two already knew, Galang was forced to tell them to go home.

After arriving at the door, Galang immediately locked it. Bayu also Azriel busy calling Galang. Galang is very sure, if both of them will definitely find it with various questions.

"Well, where's Azriel?" ambar asked after hearing the two of them whining at the door calling Galang's name.

"Tuh, outside, Ma," pointed Galang towards the door leaf. Ambar just smiled and shook his head weakly. I told Ambar to go into the room.

He picked up the guitar and sat on the edge of the bed. Don't forget to pick it up while singing.

Life is about you

It's always been about you, though,

Looks like you're an opium to me

You made me incapable

Holding my feelings for you

I also feel your vibration

Love me as I love you

What a kasmaran I am to you

The song from Jaz represents his current feelings. A song he sang as an expression of the heart. Satisfied to pour out his happiness, Galang took a mobile phone. He looked at the screen that had been attached to the Dew photo there.

He smiled to himself to see the lover who was now looking down holding back the tears in the tomb of his parents. Dew, Roy, and Marni appear to rub a clear grain on the tail of the eye.

Except Juna who is still upset with the application that came on Dewun. After praying, Juna spilled his teeth.

"Sister, you know, if now your favorite daughter has proposed. Heh! I don't think the little girl who always plays on my lap is getting married."

"Juna," call Roy to remind Juna to stop complaining at the tomb.

"Ma, Pa, Dew kangen," said Dew who had shed tears. "Om Juna is not like Papa," he continued, which made Juna aghast with Dewun's speech.

"Om Juna is selfish, Pa. Om Juna does not want himself, Om Juna is busy with Dewun, Pa. Ma, tell Om Juna, if Dewun does not want Om Juna so. Yes, Ma, Pa," said Dewun again by rubbing the tombstone of his parents.

Juna felt overwhelmed by the words of Dewun. Angry for a moment was suddenly lost. Juna immediately hugged Dewun from behind, the girl shed her tears after clutching tightly to Juna.

"Om, dear Dew is like Om Juna."

"Yes, Om too dear Dew."

Marni and Roy rub Juna's wide back. The atmosphere in the tomb was very harsh.

They decided to go home, Juna was still behind the wheel. Now, they did not go home precisely to the house of Ahmad also Ratna first.

Places where Dew often play rain. The long journey finally led them to arrive in front of the black-colored iron trellis.

"Om, this house is still the same as it used to be."

"Yes, Mbul. Um, Grandma and Grandpa agreed to keep this house the same. One day, when you are married and want to renovate it according to your taste, please. For now, we want you to remember the beautiful memories of this house."

"Thank you, Om." Dew drops vigorously. He walked around every corner of the house that never changed. Same as where his childhood used to be.

The dust stared at the swimming pool. There he used to run small pursued Ahmad. Then it was carried and thrown into the air slowly. His crisp laugh was still remembered until now.

Round eyes Dew begins to glaze over. Now, his eyes turned towards the sofa. The sofa where Ratna folded her clothes and kept the towel when she took a rain shower the other day.

All those beautiful memories are imprinted in the memory of Dew until now. Dew runs towards the bathroom. The small room where it was bathed by Ahmad and Ratna, everything was beautiful at that time.

"Growd." Marni's voice broke her daydream. "Are you okay, honey?"

"It's okay, Grandma. This house is too many good memories," said Dewun who had taken a picture frame of the three of them in a closet near the TV.

"Yes, Honey. Mama and Papa you live very happily. Especially since your presence. Their lives are perfect."

Juna invited the three of them to step into the dining room. There are various foods. Before coming to the Dewun house, Juna had told the housekeeper to prepare food.

A couple on duty were welcoming them at the dinner table.

"Mac Marni, Mas Roy, Juna. Please enjoy, sorry only this we can serve," said Sari who has arranged the dining table with a menu of gulai chicken, vegetable stew and sambal terasi.

"It's okay, Sar. It's also a thank you."

"Where? You're still at home, aren't you staying here?" asked Roy who was already sitting on the dining table chair.

"Yes for sure, Mas. Wong here is delicious. God is still at home."

"Thank God. It's Dew. You guys rarely see him, do you?"

"Here you go, Ratna take the little girl in her cradle. If it's not wrong it's seven months."

"Yes." Yeah."

The dew holds the two eyebrows together. He thought, it's been a long time. Fifteen years ago meant.

"You're a beautiful girl huh, Mbun," said Sari who looked at the intense Dew.

"Thank you."

They started to take their plates. Do not forget to invite Sari also Basuki to eat together. They consider Sari to be also Basuki's family, not the housekeeper. Although only a distant brother of Roy.

Crisp laughter adorns a usually quiet house. Tonight they finish eating, they'll be home. Dewun tomorrow still has to go to school.

At eight o'clock they left the house built with love and ended with togetherness. Yes, for the life of Ahmad and Ratna.

Roy took over the wheel. He understood, the only son of his puppet must be tired. Already a day of work, plus a long trip that is quite long.

Juna leaned back in the car seat. Roy glanced at Juna.

"Aren't you thinking of getting married, Jun?"

"Ck! Dad, if I think I married. Don't use the proposal, get married, sir."

"Yes, yeah."

"Yes, sir."

Dew that has begun to sleepy immediately chimed in Juna's speech.

"The girl from last night, don't want to, Om?" ask her with a raucous voice. Juna suddenly turned to look at the Dewun who had closed his eyes again.

"Basic Embul!" juna's grumbling now his feelings have been mixed. Roy was obviously curious about the words Dew just now.

"A woman close to you?"

"Nothing, sir."

"That's what Dew just said?"

"The sound of the leak was horrified anyway, sir," said Juna who now had his tongue sweeping his lips.

"Who knows!"

"Ck! Yes, ah, sir. I'm going to bed, tomorrow I have to be in the morning."