Dew Under the Rain
Rumors Juna

Naura grunt. Indeed, there is no romantic way Bayu expresses his feelings. Even so, actually Naura's heart has been hammered. He also has the same feelings for Bayu, only the prestige to admit it first.

Naura did not answer, instead she let go of Bayu's hand. He focused on the meatballs whose noodles had expanded. He stirred the sweet tea and sipped it.

While Bayu is still faithful waiting for Naura's answer. He looked at the girl expectantly. His heart is broken, afraid of rejection. If Naura refused, then their situation would be awkward.

"Ra, so how?" asked Bayu who was almost dead curious. Although it is centile, but Naura upholds self-esteem. He doesn't want to look cheap.

"It depends on your efforts, Bay."

"Huh? Effort?"

Naura glanced at Bayu while holding a straw. Bayu seemed to scratch his head that was not itchy. Leaving Bayu and Naura who still hang their relationship status, in contrast to Dewun who is now busy with his early marriage.

"Lang, why are you dumb?" asked Dew when he saw Galang sitting on the edge of the mattress while daydreaming. His face looks full of burden, the words of Juna did manage to spoil his feelings.

"Mbun, how are we pregnant?"

"And we made a deal, I'll go home schooling."

"Don't you love losing our teenage moments?" asked Galang who was now Dewun to step closer to him. Dew sat next to him, clasping Galang's fingers.

"Lang, the boy's a gift and a deposit. So, I'll take care of that deposit if there is one. Anyway, so young mama's good too."

Actually this is not a Dewun character, but somehow this girl who is always spoiled by Juna can act mature.

Juna immediately hugged her, rubbing the soft Dew's back. Dew wrapped his hands around Juna's waist. Juna cupped Dew's face with both hands, kissing the tiny lips at a glance. However, Long-time precisely **********.

"Emh, Galang," groaned the spoiled Dew. Yes, Dew's lips have always been opium to Galang. He had several times scooped up the sweetness of the chewy thing in front of him.

"Mbun, if we can move to my mother's house soon, yes." Dew nodded, Galang re-captured him.

Juna was slightly disturbed by their whispers. Indeed, just bordering the board made Juna able to hear, though not clearly. He scratched the head of the back that did not itch. Closing the door with a little slamming, he immediately grabbed a towel on his room hanger.

"Ck! You perverted brat! Early in the morning it was whispering, anyway! Don't know what he is, if I'm on night service. Argh!"

"Why you?" asked Marni who suddenly appeared in front of Juna. Juna glanced sharply at Dewun's room, until he did not realize that his mother was standing in front of him.

"It's okay, Mom! I'm going straight to the hospital. Get some rest there!" said Juna who slightly clenched her teeth.

"Jun, how come you don't have a day off, anyway?" ask Marni who's following Juna. Until the sturdy body was lost behind the bathroom door.

"If Juna's off, what are Juna's patients, ma'am?" Instead of giving Juna an answer, she turned the question upside down.

"Are the doctors at the hospital just you?" I don't know why Marni so chatty like this, usually never interfere in Juna's work.

"Yes, no, Mom. It's just his division, each of them" said Juna while brushing his teeth.

"So, what if you get married? You still can't take a day off, too?" Marni emphasized the phrase marriage there. Juna was reluctant to respond to her mother's rant. He was silent and busy wetting his body.

Out with a fresh face, Juna headed straight for the room. Picking up his cloth pants was also his short-sleeved shirt that was in ash.

"Juna," called Marni who made her turn towards the middle-aged woman. Full face helmet she was wearing. Marni runs over to Juna.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Sunday I want Arisan. You're off, huh?"

"Can't, Mom. That's arisan, Mother. Why bring Juna?" Marni hit the child's shoulder softly, yes since Ratna died, Juna is the only child Marni has.

"Anyways, you should take a holiday! Help Mom, all you know the children of Mom's friends!" marni's toilet made Juna careless to hear it. Juna immediately launched his motorbike quickly.

Although Dewun is married, Juna still has not thought about his life. Not to mention in the hospital rumors about him as much as the same-sex santer sounded.

Juna strode boldly, he headed for the room. Not yet arrived in the room, the nurses or young doctors who were still doing education were whispering when they saw him.

Yes, Juna knows. They talk about her being hit by a scandal with her own intern. However, Juna did not care about that. His life is straight and straight.

"Jun, have you heard rumors about you?" asked Nia who stood leaning her body on the door frame while holding her hand.

Juna who had just arrived in his room just cleared his throat. Nia stepped in and sat in front of her desk.

Juna picked up the doctor's suit hooked on the back hanger of his chair.

"You don't want to deny it?"

"No need, Ni. My life isn't just about keeping those people's mouths shut. I have a lot of work too."

"Yes, but your cold attitude seems to justify."

"I don't care!" juna said, who now wears his doctor's robe and goes around examining his patients. Leaving Nia who was still in her room. The girl did not understand Juna's attitude.

Years of acquaintance, it is not enough for Nia to understand Juna's mind and heart. Juna is famous for his cold attitude. Nia sighed softly, she could do nothing more if Juna had already made that decision.

Juna walked around followed by several nurses and assistants. Yes, the man yesterday who created the rumor. Juna was professional, not wavering just because of the gossip.

"Where are the patients?" juna asked one of the family members who was accompanying him.

"It's been pretty good, Doc. It's just that, the stitches that made him still whimper sometimes," explained the young woman who seemed to be the wife of the patient who a few days ago was dissected by Juna.

"okay." His eyes were fixed on his assistant, moving asking to review the former stitches that were on the left abdomen. Understanding with Juna's eye movements, Tian swiftly asked the patient to undress.

A few minutes observing, Tian looked at Juna who was still putting on a friendly face towards the patient's family. As if understanding Tian's gaze, Juna took the initiative to ascertain it herself. He didn't want to make a fuss over the stupidity of his assistant.

"The stitches look fine, ma'am. Eating should be kept, not carelessly, either."

"Thank you, Doc."

"Yes." Yeah." Juna ended the visit and asked Tian to enter his room.

"You, come with me!" juna's orders while pointing to Tian's face. His gaze was cold and ready to turn people off.