Dew Under the Rain
Starewell

Juna's face deliberately approached Nia, as if about to kiss her. That's what Juna did so Febby stopped wishing for him. Nia smiled, then her gaze was fixed on Febby who was still watching the two of them.

Febby is devastated by Juna's attitude, though he knows that Juna never reciprocates. However, Febby was still just an ordinary girl and she was a woman who had a fragile heart.

As Juna and Nia progressively play, the two agree to make Febby step down. Not without reason, Juna does not want to be close to anyone.

Now, this five-door refrigerator only focuses on Dew. The Dew itself was angry at Juna. That's what makes Juna's mind confused until it comes to utilizing Nia.

"Jun, I'm glad to be this close to you."

"Stop, Nl. Don't expect me."

The two looked at each other while telling stories, also now when viewed from afar, they seemed like they were going to kiss. Not to mention the two hands of Nia who had already embraced Juna's nape.

Juna hits slowly and tries to lower Nia's hand from her. Nia's eyes were still fixed on Febby who was still wearing a sour face looking at the two. His hands clenched furiously, he was increasingly challenged to get Juna.

"Nia, peeling!"

"Quiet, Jun. The girl is still looking at us" he whispered which made Juna inevitably have to follow Nia's direction.

Febby tried to cross the road, his steps could not wait to immediately approach the two people he saw making out.

Still with that position, Nia suddenly looked up. Juna frowned, his fingers held by Nia. Juna's shoulders were firmly gripped by Febby.

Juna turned his head, Febby's gaze sharp and intimidating Nia.

"Girl your hand!" nia's orders that don't like the girl with denim jeans touch Juna at will. He alone who had always been close to Juna did not dare, Juna would definitely throw it away as fast as lightning.

"No! Juna is my future husband!" febby's toilet immediately made Juna rise. He left the two beautiful women who were struggling. Before leaving, Juna stopped his steps for a while.

"You, don't tell me! Nia, let's go home."

Juna pulled a helmet on his bike, he asked Nia to ride. Nia immediately embraced Juna's athletic body.

"Sorry, Jun," whispered Nia triumphantly. The corner of his lips lifted up, as he turned towards Febby.

Juna's motor speed is very fast, in a junction he lowered Nia. Juna has no intention of taking Nia home.

"Sorry, Ni. I can't take you home." After saying that, Nia immediately got off Juna's favorite motorcycle. Juna quickly arrived at his house.

Nia and Febby both grumbled annoyed at Juna's attitude.

"Just look at you, Jun. I'll win your heart, just wait!" febby's wrath was already clenching his hands firmly.

So did Nia, but she still smiled because she managed to enjoy the scent of Juna's body which she never reached.

"Although for just a moment, I can hold you, Jun. There is opium in my heart to have you" said Nia who is still waiting for the online motorcycle taxi she ordered earlier.

Arriving at home, Juna searches for the existence of Dewun. After saying hello and kissing Marni's hand. Marni blinked with a quick rhythm. He looked agitated, because Dewun had not returned since leaving with Ambar.

"Where's the balloon, Mom?"

"Go away."

"Who's the guy?" ask her again who was sitting on the sofa while opening her shoes. Marni closed her lips, she did not dare to answer Juna. "Mom?" call Juna when he no longer hears Marni's answer.

"Same his mother Galang."

Juna stood up and ruffled his waist, Marni knew very well that Juna would be angry. But what can he do. It was impossible to block the excited-looking Dew when invited away by Ambar.

"Mom doesn't know. Or ordinary streets too."

Juna reached into his pants pocket, he took the device from there. Juna called Dewun, the round-eyed girl did not answer. The middle dew is busy trying to kebaya for him to wear tomorrow.

Dew was very happy to have a chance that he rarely met. Shopping with a mother figure, which he had never done since he was a teenager.

When buying clothes, Dew sellau accompanied by Juna or Marni. According to him, both of them do not understand the fashion of children today. It is true, the figure of a mother who understands her child the most.

"Mbun, you try this one too, yes," pinta Ambar who showed two dresses with different models and colors.

"No need, Auntie. The dust has already been."

"Ih, it's okay. This is for you, Auntie buyin special. Can't refuse!"

Dew resigned and returned to the dressing room, he tried two flower dresses that one you can see and another without arms.

"Tan," called Dew who was protesting in front of Ambar.

"Try spinning?" Dew followed his directions, he twisted his body while holding the end of the flower dress. "That's good, Mbun."

"The same one, Tan?"

"Both, good. Ma'am, I took both, yeah. The same three were also," said Ambar who asked for the goods used Dewun wrapped.

"Well, Tan?"

"Tante always wants to have a daughter, so you're the subject of Aunt's experiment."

Dews bowed in shame hearing Ambar's words. After shopping, Dew was taken by Ambar to his house.

He sat in his own living room while turning on the television. Dew carry two bags of paper bag. The gales gawk saw the sudden presence of Dew.

Both of his best friends have been home since Galang felt good. Yeah, Galang threw him out more precisely. Galang has cleaned up after being satisfied to spill his regret on the basketball earlier.

"Grow," he said, slowly rising towards the Dew that was still standing at the door.

"Lang," said Dew lowered his gaze, he tucked his hair into the earlobe.

"Ma, Dew was brought here?"

"Yes, my mom cooked a lot. Baby, if not eaten. So, Mama brought Dew here, rather than eating out."

"But, Ma."

Ambar sweeps the shoulders of the child just soft puppet, he is like soothing Galang who looks restless and not calm. Yes, there is still fear in Galang's heart. He wasn't ready if Juna snapped at him again.

"Come in, Mbun," orders Ambar whose gaze is fixed on Dewun. Dew himself, awkwardly staring at Galang. He felt that Galang would avoid him because of his trauma.

"Mbun, can I talk to you for a second?"

Duh dug

Dew's heart beats unbecoming, he is afraid that Galang will break his relationship. Because, it was Dewun who called Juna and asked to be picked up. Obviously it hurt Galang's self-esteem as his girlfriend. It is only fitting that Juna is in disbelief and difficult to rely on Galang to keep Dewun.

"There, Mbun. Waiting for you."

Stepping up the stairs, the Dew tailed. Arriving at the balcony, Galang looked at Dewun with a difficult to interpret gaze.