Dew Under the Rain
Juna Healing's

Roy is still unsure of Marni's story. The reason, a few days ago he was still discussing this with Juna. Juna's answer remained the same.

Conscious of Marni's subtlety, Roy tries to believe and follow what his wife and granddaughter have planned.

"Yes, I'm ready, gih. Let's buy the equipment right away. There's no way we're coming empty-handed."

Feeling the green light, Marni excitedly walked into the room. Dress up to meet her future daughter-in-law. From the beginning, Febby became Marni's strong candidate for Juna. However, Juna is not interested in Febby at all.

Roy stands guard at the door, he types a message addressed to Juna. Roy must be careful, because the instinct of a wife is strong. Once his movements were caught, it shattered everything.

"Jun, your mother is again ready for your engagement. Go home, before everything goes well!"

Roy returns to relaxed mode and pretends to whistle when Marni is done with her performance.

"Is that your father?"

"Yes, what should you do? It's handsome too," replied Roy accompanied by a joke.

"Yes handsome!" said Marni who turned her lips five centimeters forward.

Juna who saw the message from Roy, it's normal. Feeling that there is nothing to discuss and go to. To hell with commitment, he was determined not to go home.

He'll stay at Ratna's house, maybe stay there too. Applying to move to the nearest hospital. If possible, Juna will not return to his village. The atmosphere there was already stifling Juna.

Dewun called Juna. They were overwhelmed not to hear anything from Juna since morning. In fact, until now that it is almost night Juna also has no signs of returning.

"Where is this, sir?" asked Marni who looked worried about her preparations.

"What the hell, Mom?"

"Mother has promised the wife of Mr. Lurah, if tomorrow we want to come to propose."

Sitting next to Marni, she rubbed her grandmother's shoulders slowly.

"Sir, we do'ain aja Om Juna not why."

Ting!

Messages on Dew's phone and Roy's coming in at the same time. The two exchanged lyrics, then stared at the screen.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just on vacation."

Juna instantly turned on the plane mode on his phone. He doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone. He wants to focus on himself.

Juna had already laid himself on the soft mattress of his sister's house. He placed both hands behind his head, looking at the worn-out ceiling of the room with a joyful heart.

"Ah, this is how it feels not to work."

Juna smiled happily, the hue of his face was not exhausted. Usually, he always came home early in the morning or midnight. Today he came home at seven and enjoyed the rest of the night in his room alone without any interference from Dewun, Marni or Nia.

No matter the salary cut that awaits him in the hospital, what is important now is happy first. Yes, the patient bill that yesterday was borne by Juna.

Juna rested his mind and body. While in another place, Marni clung to the side of her head with a koyo, she held both sides while looking down.

"Yuna, Juna. Why humiliate me like this, anyway, Jun!"

"Mom, yeah, yeah. It's also just our idea. We should know that Om Juna is not getting married anytime soon,"

"But, Mbun! You are an adult, thirty years old. What's he gonna be? Weathered bujang?" namel Marni who made Dew silent and looked towards Galang who had only noticed since.

Dew nodded then got up from the chair, occasionally turning towards Marni. Dew hugged Galang's arm to enter the room.

"Lang, you think I'm the same Grandma was wrong, huh?" ask Dew who is already sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"I think so, yes. You're over-exercising the will, so here's the result."

"Om Juna has never thought of it before, Lang. Usually, Om Juna always complies no matter what I ask Grandma."

Galang cupped Dew's face, looked at Dew's eyes deeply.

"Bee, that guy doesn't like being forced. Unlike you, you must be forced first. Although at first refused, you women can finally accept. Men don't, Bee. Once we say no, it's hard to turn into a yes."

Galang kissed the old Dew forehead, then Dew hugged Galang's body. Dew's head was gently rubbed by Galang, inhaling the fragrance of his fragrant hair.

"Don't do it again, yeah. Love the space for Om Juna to think of himself."

The dew nodded and further tightened its hold. Until the nosy Galang becomes coughed up.

"Check, uhuk! Can't breathe me, Bee," said the prankster Galang. Dew released his embrace glared at the look of Galang's face that looked contrived.

"That's so, anyway!" groused Dews upset who hit the muscular arms of Galang bertubi. Throw a pillow at him.

"Sleep on the floor!" the Dew command that made Galang sigh violently.

"Bee, you got the heart?" said Galang. The dew immediately turned around and turned its back on Galang.

"Just a second night, you've got your ass, anyway!"

"Mistake yourself!" concluded Dewun who is still with the position earlier.

He could only resign, and he began to curl up on the floor. Same position, back to the Dew. His fate tonight was made because of his own selfishness, so inevitably Galang had to accept it.

The phone suddenly became crowded. The incoming messages from his two best friends did not stop. They question the truth about Juna. That means, the news of birds about Juna has been widespread. I don't know who spread that baseless rumor.

Galang prefers to play games rather than reply which is not his authority. Let those who are busy be journalists.

***

Morning, Dewun and Galang leave early because they will stop first to the house Galang take school supplies at his home.

"Come in, Bee," asked Galang who told his wife to come to the room. Dew still looks disinclined at Juna's parents who are currently at the dining table.

"Have you had breakfast, Mbun?" ask Ambar to his only son-in-law.

"Already, Aunt."

"Eh, I'm still calling Auntie, anyway. Ma-ma," he said, spelling out the word 'Mama' Dew nodded doubtfully. Galang went into his room.

"Where was his first night?" ask the curious Ambar. This beautiful woman likes to talk about young love. Dew lowered his head in shame, his face flushed red when he recalled the first time Galang's trunk was lodged in his cave.

"Mama what the fuck, anyway. I've never been younger" said Bram, who has joined his wife and daughter-in-law. Both of them smiled at the wrong dew.

"Papa's mom must be another Dew fad, right?" Galang seen down the stairs in a complete uniform. The backpack was on the right side of his shoulder.

"Pa, Ma, we're leaving, yes" he said, kissing the backs of Ambar's and Bram's hands. Followed by Dewun, the second is already sitting on the Galang motorbike.

"Lang, you didn't have a safety last night, did you?"