Dew Under the Rain
Rain Again

Galang chuckled for a while and his hands were still busy in the Dew's hair. He rubbed and tidied the Dew mayang.

"Lang, answer. Kok smile doang," said Dewun again who had hit his arm slowly.

"I can't be the key, Mbun. What the kids say. You think they think I'm a pervert again!"

"You're such a pervert!" said Dewun who was upset because he felt lied to Galang. Galang pinched the nose plan to shoot.

"As far as you are, deh. I'm training first, yeah. Can you?"

Dew nodded, then came out together with Galang. Dew returned to class, while Galang continued training until home.

Dew sat on his desk, all the eyes of his classmates were shining and whispering about him. Dews want to not care, but their attitude makes Dew uncomfortable.

"Kids why focus on me, anyway?" look at the Dew that is pointing at Naura.

"How not to focus on you. You two are controversial know, no!"

"Huh?"

"Grown, this morning you delivered Galang aja already a lot of gosipin. Especially the one that just happened."

"Yes, how? That's not my will either."

"Yes, but Galang is their worship."

The dew takes a deep breath. As Naura said, Galang is their idol. Now only during the rehearsal, the cheer of the audience of other students continue to say his name. That sounds right up to Dew class.

It was wrong, he fell in love and accepted Galang's feelings. Dew should be ready with the scorn and babble of the students in his school. Dew mouth bulges and exhales into the air.

The school bell rang. As promised by Galang yesterday, Dewun will go to the cinema with his heart.

The bar is waiting for the Dew in front of the door. Some of the students who passed by showed a face that did not like Galang. Surely they feel disappointed with the decision of the idol who chose Dewun.

Dew came out along with Naura. Seeing Galang who was waiting, Naura said goodbye first. So did Bayu and Azriel. The three of them were conscious, not wanting to be mosquitoes.

"Look at the Galang," said some students who were still in the Dewun class. One of them saw the togetherness of Dew and Galang.

"What's so good about Dew try? Still beautiful again me," he mocked who did not like their status. Dew felt insecure with that statement.

Galang also heard the chattering of his classmates. Galang approached a group of students ninyir.

"Hey. Sorry, something's wrong, right with our status?"

"There's nothing, Lang."

"You don't think I heard you guys are so ugly about the Dew?" point Galang to the three girls there, "The harvest is better than you. Especially you, Siska."

Galang passed by linking his fingers in the hand of Dewun. The dew fell silent, while Siska and her friends were grumbling.

They walked arm in arm down the stairs and through the school corridor. They both stepped towards the motorcycle parking lot.

The galang put a helmet on the Dew. How romantic it is, not to mention the hairpin Dew was taken Galang before wearing the head protection.

"Save it, save it." Galang thrust the sun-shaped object, Dew reflex holding his hair that has been covered by a helmet. Galang tingled with the plain attitude of Dew.

"You're very excited, anyway, Mbun," Goda Galang who pinched the cheek of Dew. The round Dew's eyes and his sultry lips actually invited a strange sigh in Galang's heart.

Want to taste it he tasted the sweetness of natural pink lips. Jakun Galang looks up and down, actually the bottom has been stung by electricity, until tense. However, Galang all he could to dispel.

"Remember, Galang. Dew you have to protect, not damage!" galang said inwardly suppressing all the feelings that appeared to touch his heart. ABG children who are experiencing puberty will be curious about new things.

Especially now that Galang is with the woman he loves. It is not impossible that there is curiosity over the rannum of tiny lips Dewun.

He took his motorbike out of the parking lot. He stroked the chest repeatedly, inhaling and exhaling it several times.

'Huh! Dew, those tiny lips so tickled my desires, Galang's inner.

Galang told Dewun to go up on the motor. Both hands of Dew had already circled Galang's waist. Galang squeezes the fingers Soft Dew.

"Lang, are we going to watch today?"

Galang jolted, he was afraid he could not control his attitude when the cinema lights turned off later. Better to avoid, Galang still there is fear to face Juna who looks at him like an eagle who wants to pounce on his prey.

"Em, next time, Mbun."

"Why?"

"Mmmh, I still have to focus on training this afternoon at home, just like the kids," he said, which still makes his heart beat fast.

Dew pursed his lips, he thought that Galang was inconsistent with his words. Galang rubbed the back of Dew's hand as the round-eyed girl was silent.

"Mbun, are you silent? Angry, huh?"

"No. Just disappointed in you."

"Loved?"

"Yes, you are not consistent with your words," said Dew sulking. It went wrong. One position he was afraid could not regulate the turmoil and strange hissing that would encourage him to kiss his lips Dew.

Next to that, he was afraid of Juna and also disappointed Dewun. Ah, Galang feels like eating simalakama fruit. He scratched his back head that was not itchy.

"Mbun, sorry, yeah. The kids just found out that today they want to practice at my house. Sorry I just told you. They also suddenly love me."

"okay."

Galang so unpleasant with the attitude of silence Dewun. Along the way they were silent and dissolved in each other's minds. Until he arrived home, Dew still pursed his lips.

Galang said goodbye to Marni who seemed to welcome the return of her favorite granddaughter. Dew stomped his feet and turned around leaving Galang who had not yet moved from his yard.

"Grow up, what's wrong with you?" ask Marni who Dew has not answered. Precisely slam the door of his room, until the wooden house shook.

"I'm sorry, Grandma. I promised Dew yesterday to watch, but suddenly the basketball team was training at my house. It was, yes it was."

Marni sighed softly, she understood why Dew was so impolite. Not only on Galang alone, with Juna he will also if his promise is broken.

"Sorry, Dew, yes. He was so. I'm used to being pampered with Juna."

"Yes, Grandma. Its nothing. Then I say goodbye first. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

He rode his bike with the wrong feeling. Thankful that Juna has not returned. If only Juna knew the Dew was pouting so, maybe Galang had been scouted with questions and ended up being a necklace on Juna's arm.

Juna is preparing to go home. He put his stethoscope on the table. A white coat embroidered with his name was hanging on a shelf near the wall of his office.

Shift work will be over at three in the afternoon. That's half an hour from now. He relaxes by playing his phone. He stared at his picture with Dew when he was graduating.

The naughty girl's behavior in the photo made her chuckle for a while and rubbed it gently. He did not expect that his soul mate was so fast.

"Om not expecting, Mbul. You're so fast growing up" he murmured with his lips together.

Nia entered without knocking on the door, she folded her hands in front of her chest glancing at Juna's cell phone screen.

"That, Dew?"

"Hem."

"Usually when it comes to your Dew the spirit of four and five, why is it just lethargic now?"

"Ck! I did not expect, the Dew that I have been guarding actually prefers to be taken care of by others rather than me."

"meaning?"

Juna took a deep and long breath. It was difficult for her to tell a story, but Nia already knew the ins and outs of the story between herself and Dewun. It was only the trauma of ten years ago that he did not tell Nia.

"Take someone propose" he said with a soft forehead.

"What?!"

Juna glanced at the ideal girl who was now sitting in front of him. His face was gawking because it was so shocked by Juna's words.

"Seriously, Jun? Dew isn't it still small?" nia asked confused and in disbelief.

Juna cleared his throat, that was all that represented Nia's question. Nia got up and circled around Juna's table, she played her index finger in front of her chin.

"That means, you're going over the Dew, dong?"

"Hem ...."

Nia kicked down the table, her hands resting there. He looked straight at Juna.

"Jun, you don't want to ban it? The dust is still unstable. His future is long. He deserves the best for his age."

"Hem, I don't know, Ni. Free for three against one. Must have lost one."

"you mean? Both of your parents support him? That so?"

Juna shrugged his shoulders and picked up his black leather jacket. He walked out leaving Nia with a thousand questions in his mind.

Juna walked towards his motorbike parking lot. He rode hard and immediately left the hospital. His job is over there.

Arriving at home, Juna immediately approached the Dew in his room. The first knock was not opened by Dew who was still busy with his phone.

"Grow, Om come in, yeah."

Dew did not reply, he only glanced at the door that Juna had knocked. Slowly Juna came in and sat down on the edge of the bed. The dew was lying there holding his cell phone.

"Why don't you answer? Um from earlier call you, loh."

"What do you want?" asked Dew glanced at him at a glance.

"I want to take you for a walk. Yuk!"

"Where, Om?"

"Where do you want to. Om will follow.

"Seriously?" asked the Dew who immediately rose and his eyes looked sparkling. He put his original phone.

"Om, Dew wants to see a movie. Can you?"

"Can."

"Assyc! I'll get ready first, yeah. Om out now," remove the Dew that prompted Juna's body to immediately leave his room. Juna according to pasrah.

Before arriving at the Dew room, Marni first told me about the Dew that was crashing. It was also what made Juna take the initiative to invite Dewun away.

It just so happens that it is quiet. Juna wearing a slim fit t-shirt showed off her torn bread, complete with knee-length pants and casual sneakers.

Dew out wearing denim-colored torn jeans, complete with Korean-style blazers and bag sling.

They went on a Juna motorcycle to a nearby movie theater. While in the middle of the road, rain suddenly flushed the city of Bogor. Dew's body trembled, Juna who understood immediately pulled over. He held the tiny body of his nephew.

The girl also drowned her face in the chest of Juna's field. As with Dewun, Juna also has trauma. But not when it rains. But when he was dealing directly with patients who had the same injuries as Ahmad first.

"Om, Dew is afraid," said Dew who increasingly tighten his embrace. Juna rubbed the Dew's back and kissed the Dew's head.

"There's Om here, honey. Don't be afraid, yeah. Om will always take care of you."

The sound of lightning grew louder and the water that fell down like spilling from the sky, the longer it was the more swift. The dew did not release its hold from Juna's body.