About the Heart

Love In The Rain (2)

Dilan and Milea?

Aahh Mas Rud! Can you just for a second, you don't make me drunk because of your love? Just your face, it can make me bend my knees. Especially now that I can have you and always you watered with your sweet words.

I can no longer tread the earth. Always floated in happiness because of your charm that drugged me even more. Am I really crazy about your love?

"Milea!" call Mas Rud.

"Dylan!" my answer.

And we both laughed. I feel silly with my own behavior.

"Mas," I hardened my call. Because the streets are getting crowded after the rain subsides.

"What?" answer Mas Rud.

I just kept quiet. It seems like Mas Rud is waiting for my next sentence. And I was intentionally silent. Seeing her curious, it really makes me happy. Not happy because he managed to prank her, but happy because he could see her adorable expression.

"What?" Mas Rud repeated it.

"I prank you" I said, leaning my head on his left shoulder.

"You dare, be careful not to fall asleep because of the ease of giving!" remember Mas Rud while trying to touch my head.

"What boy am I, Mom? Riding the bike straight to sleep" I.

"The comfort of my shoulder, can beat the soft mattress," explained Mas Rud.

"Mas, don't be so gombal! Later Dilan and Milea jealous, writhing our affection," I whispered in Mas Rud's ear.

"Just be wild! We will make a new history with our love!" dreadlocks.

"Bikin yuk novel!" invite me spontaneously.

"Make our wedding gift! My dowry." Rud made me soar uncontrollably.

Which woman refuses to be happy if the marriage promise is uttered by the idol. Whether it's sincere or just a sombre ala Dilan and Milea.

Mas Rud smiled back at my confession. She gently stroked my coiled hand on her stomach. I felt a warmth of feeling spreading throughout my body. Defeat the cold created by the raindrops coming back down. I held my palm. Feeling the rain grains gathering in my palm. The rain always has a story to tell. Once I struggled with the rain that washed me.Drowned in sadness with the story of Dion, which I can now slowly leave in his time.

This time, the rain brought me a happy story. He recounts the beauty of the love that flows under the ceaseless rain. Spreading the sweetness of love into ingrained flesh and gathering in the marrow of my bones. Write a flavor on behalf of Rud Dinata and Rosalia Citra Atmadja.

*****

"Tante, I'm sorry for letting Rosa come home soaked" Mas Rud told mama.

"No 'pa 'pa, son, this must be Rosa wet-ridden, '" replied Mama.

"How come I even bought Mas Rud, anyway?" i'm pouting.

"Yes, the hunt is in! Take a shower and don't forget to drink ginger angel!" Mas Rud attention.

I'm nodding.

"Mas Rud is also on his way home!" I said.

"Kok was ngusir, Sa," asked Mama.

"Rosa's right, Tan, I'll go home first!" mas Rud's permission while kissing mama's hand.

After Mas Rud disappeared at the end of the road, I moved in. My mom followed me from behind.

"Look, you're smiling all the time, Sa. Is that really this lovely mother's son?" Mama teased me.

"Rosa is happy because it can get wet like this ma, has not played rain for a long time," he said.

"Originally you're happy, you agree, too" said the ambiguous mother.

I smile. My mother returned my smile with great sincerity. I was hugging my mom, but she dodged it.

"Bath hunt! Don't make your mom wet!" threaten mom while stepping back and turning away from me.