DEW PURITY

Bickering

"Grow!" Sapa Ilham, both hands carrying umbrellas. Dew turned his head, when he heard the voice of Inspiration.

Ilham's footsteps were disguised by the sound of rain. Dew runs slowly under the raindrop. The silence of the night became increasingly gripping. But there is not the slightest word of fear in Dewun. Whatever the village, this is where Dewun grew up. The water will always feel comfortable. There is never a word of anxiety, if Dew can still breathe air in a beautiful village.

"What's wrong?"

"Wear it, your dress is wet. I don't want to see you sick!" Said Ilham, while giving an umbrella to Dewun.

With a smile, Dew shook his head. The dew never wants to burden others. The help that Inspiration offers is not wrong. But the Dew refused, because the umbrella there was only one. It is impossible for Dew to receive help. But Inspiration must be blurred.

"I've already suspected your refusal. At least let me drive you. The rain fell, covering the road. I'm afraid something's happened to you!" Said Ilham, Dew nodded slowly.

The Dew and Inspiration go hand in hand, both feeling a touch of rain stubs. Cold bone piercing both. Why do they both feel comfortable? It was as if the cold did not disturb their bodies. Deep in the heart of Inspiration, there is happiness that cannot be said. Although his happiness no longer deserved to be felt.

"When are your wedding plans?"

"Either?" Dew said, while lifting both shoulders slowly.

"You mean!"

"It all depends on you!"

"But this is your life!"

"I know, but my life belongs entirely to you!"

"Grow!" Sapa Ilham lirih, Dewun turned his head. Seemed Ilham looked down, as if it was hard for Ilham to speak honestly.

"Say!"

"Why should you marry her? If your heart does not accept it. Although I realize, your principles will not waver. But your happiness is much more important. Your differences are real, it's not easy to close your eyes to them!"

"Ilham, forgive me for ignoring your sincerity!"

"You realized!" Sahut Ilham, Dew nodded slowly.

"Since childhood we played together. Our small steps are always together through this village road. Our story is beautifully engraved in every corner of the village. The field where we fight for the ball, the river where we bathe together. It's all so beautiful, but my promise to Abah is so much holier. I cannot betray that promise. For the sake of the pseudo-relationship of two human hearts!"

"That means you haven't loved him!" Says Inspiration, Dew shook his head weakly.

"Until this moment, nothing made me love him. Abra is a successful businessman, he is full of charm and perfect good looks. I'm just a country girl, I don't deserve to be with her. I don't know when Abra woke up? If I don't deserve to be his companion!"

"Until when will you survive? If your heart has not received it. Relationships without hearts, not easy to Dew. The pain will not be able to bear. You'll be hurt!"

"I know Inspiration, let it all happen. The marriage between me and Abra has to happen. The relationship between two families must be established. If my tears ever flow, let it be in return to Abah!"

"By mortgaging your happiness!"

"It's not just my happiness, my life is at stake!" Dew said, Ilham fell silent.

No more sounds were heard, both of them mutely dissolved in thought. The Dew and Inspiration steps split the dark path in front of him. Both are comfortable walking without lighting. The footsteps were so light, that they did not realize they had arrived at the courtyard of the Dewun house.

"Until when will you keep walking down!" Shouted Abra loudly, Dewun and Ilham looked up together. Abra was standing next to his car. The rain soaked Abra's body.

Dew stared fixedly at Abra, there was no fear of Abra's anger. Dew really considers the relaxed anger of Abra. Dew slowly approached Abra. But Abra did not budge, his mind was filled with anger about the togetherness of Dewun and Inspiration.

"When did you come?"

"What do you care?" Abra's voice was cold, Dew smiled. Then walking past Abra, Dewun did not care about Abra's anger. The cold attitude that made Abra even more upset.

"Grow!"

"What else is it?" Sahut Dew cold.

"Ilham go home, before you become the target of Abra's anger!"

"But you!"

"I can take care of myself, a husband will not be able to hurt his wife. Go Inspiration, I'll be fine!" Pinta Dew, Ilham nodded slowly. Without looking, Ilham walked away. He tried to believe the words of Dewun.

"Stop!" Shouted Abra emotion, Dew stopped his steps.

"Grow!" Abra said while holding Dewun's hand.

"Change your clothes, I don't want to be blamed. If young CEO Abimata is sick!"

"Grow, enough!" Said Abra emotion, Dew turned his head.

"What's the matter Abra? Why are you so angry? What's my fault?"

"You walked alone with him in the dark. You two are just under the rain. Tell me, I don't deserve to be angry. If you see your relationship!"

"Which relationship? Our friendship was established long before I knew you. It is not appropriate that I still know him. He's my friend and only friend. Should your presence take away all my life. Erase all the relationships I've ever had in my life!" Said Dew loudly, Abra he stared sharply at Dewun.

"I don't think so!"

"You don't just think, you've done it. Shouted you since then, as if wanting to finish me off. I don't know what mistake I made? Your anger is clearly blaming me!"

"Grow it, I beg you!"

"Abra, you've always talked. You get angry when your heart is hurt. But have you ever cared about the wounds of others. You're angry to see me go with Inspiration. Then, tell me? When I saw you with your woman. I just kept quiet, you forbid me from thinking badly. Now what right do you have to forbid me to walk with Inspiration!"

"Grow, stop talking!"

"You must be silent Abra, this is a fact you must know. Me and Inspiration are just friends, never more. He liked me, but I never accepted his love. I am not you, my heart and body are holy. Only your hands have ever touched my body. Only your breath feels on my cheek. In my heart there is no love for you. But my loyalty is only for you. You mean Abra, when you think badly of me!" Said the emotional Dew, powerfully the Dew threw out Abra's hand.

Dew walked into the house, up the stairs to his room. Right in the middle room, the Dew crossed with Abah. Actually from the beginning you have heard the quarrel Abra and Dewun. But he chose silence, he did not want to interfere in the affairs of Dewun and Abra. Especially in the process of knowing each other. By religious law, both are legal as husband and wife. Although there was an agreement in their religious marriage.

Tap Tap Tap

Dew runs up the stairs to the second floor. Abra chased Dewun, as if the Dewun house had become his own home. Abra nodded to greet Abah, with a smile Abah said to Abra. Slowly Abra approached Abah, kissing the back of Abah's hand.

"Control your emotions, learn to understand the momentary anger of the Dew. If you can't find the middle point. Better shut up and talk about it tomorrow when it's all quiet!" Abah said while patting Abra on the back.

"It's not angry!" Abra Lirjh said, Abah shook his head weakly.

"She's your wife, your right to teach her. Abah has no right to life. But remember, she's Abah's daughter. Don't ever hurt him, if you don't want to see your anger!"

"Thank you, man!"

"Go to his room, talk carefully. Abah come out for a second!" Pamit Abah, Abra nodded slowly.

Braaakkk

The door slammed very hard. Clearly Dew's anger was ignited, Abra's gaze of doubt provoked Dew's emotions. Anger that Abra never thought, in an instant Dew friendliness looks so scary. Abra ran after Dewun towards his room. With a thumping heart, Abra opened the door of the Dew room. Fragrant perfume Dew, arousing the passion of Abra.

Slowly Abra closed the door to Dew's room, turned the key and walked in. Abra saw the Dewun was choosing a robe. Both of them were drenched in the rain. Abra instantly pulled the slender hip of the Dew. Warmly, Abra hugged Dew from behind. Reawakening his head on the shoulder of the Dew. Abra kissed gently on the shoulder of the Dew, but with a swift Dew thrashed.

"Let go!" Shouted the Dew, but Abra's tenag was stronger.

The anger that filled Abra's heart. Real change of unbridled desire. Abra forgot the agreed limit. Abra did not want to escape from the fragrant body of the Dew. Slowly Abra pulled the long Hijab of Dew, carelessly flipping over the Dew bed. Slowly Abra pulled out the jet black hair of Dew. Soft kiss nape white Dew. It was such an exciting warmth. Dew dissolves in the decapitation and warm kiss of Abra.

"I'm sorry!" Whisper Abra, the Dew fell silent in Abra's strong embrace.

His lips felt mute, Abra's hands felt burning Dew's body. His blood was boiling, flowing so profusely that the Dew was unable to hold it. Dew closes the eyes, feeling touch after touch Abra. The dew dissolves in the overflowing desire of love in his veins. Abra continues to clutch the Dew, tracing every inch of the Dew's body.

"Let me prove, you're my wife!" Abra's whisper is right in Dew's ear.

Dew can only pasra, the warmth of Abra makes him passionate. Slowly Abra throws Dew's body over the bed. Their wet bodies, getting wetter by loving sweat. Abra's hand seemed not to want to stop, getting wild down the beautiful body of the Dewun. The touch of love first felt by the beautiful body of the Dewun.

"Grow!"

"You're sure!"

"There's no turning back, my body has been touched. No more holy words. Do what you want? At least this is what will make you believe. I am still holy and sincerely accept this relationship!" Said the Dew with a breath that began to pant.

"Grow!"

"Do it, it's your right!"