DEW PURITY

Arshan Arya Adiputra's

"Dear, don't let go of your hand. I don't want to, you're far away from me!" Whisper Abra, the Dew is silent. Abra felt that Dewun understood his words.

Dewun and Abra stepped together into a five-star hotel. A magnificent party was held studded with light. The hotel lobby is so beautifully decorated. Flowers sprinkled, as if welcoming the invitations. Every corner of the room, decorated with bright and beautiful flickering lights. A luxurious and lively event, for the sake of a beautiful daughter of a famous family. What a great party for the invited guests.

"You scared?" Whisper Abra, Dew turned his head as if he did not understand.

"Fear you've met those people!"

"I'm just afraid of the owner. Their wealth does not make them look great in front of me. Their contemptuous looks at me, will not make me shed tears. For Him we cry. Comply begging for mercy, hoping for a hold. But if you have any doubts, I can go home!" Said the Dew firmly, Abra immediately shook his head. Abra clasped Dew's hand, sticking Dew's hand right on her chest.

"Darling!" Abra said softly, hoping that Dewun did not misunderstand him.

"Are we going in, no matter what happens to me? Never use your anger. Let them judge me, only your opinion matters to me. Your anger will only make you look low. Their skewed look at you, hurt me a lot more. Than their insults at me. My priest brother, my guide, the light of my life, and the support of my tiredness. Never fall down, because they. Prove to them, if our togetherness is with HIS Ridho!" Dew said, Abra nodded slowly.

"Clear as the dew of your thoughts, as silent as the dew of your heart, as cold as the dew of your heart. Until there is no anger in your speech. My dew, stay by my side. Without you I feel hot, without you I am sultry, without you I worry. Tonight, you made me realize once again. Not because of wealth or status. Hina is nothing more than a soul full of anger. Always feeling great, being able to solve everything with anger. Dew, thank you for being here to cool my life!" Inner Abra Sissy.

"All right, I'll hold back my anger. Never let them insult you. Fight them your way, I will support without asking!"

"Enough with your sense of trust, the rest I take care of!" Dew Convincing Abra.

Abra and Dewun stepped deeper and deeper. The couple who had been in doubt, now want to prove themselves. Abra, who was originally full of confidence, began to feel fear and doubt. When he saw the number of guests coming. If in the house of Abimata only, the Dew insulted as great as that. Especially in a place that really differentiates status. In his worry and his gala, Abra clasped Dew's hand tightly. It feels warm and calm without any fear and hesitation.

"Yet you come Abra!" Sapa Haykal cold, Haykal glance turned towards Dewun. Haykal was speechless looking at Dewun, as if he did not believe in his vision. But his pride, as if making him blind.

"You keep bringing him. Hope he doesn't embarrass us!"

"Why should Dew make you ashamed? You should be grateful, she's the daughter-in-law of every parent's dreams!" Arya said loudly, Haykal and Abrar turned their heads. Arya walked towards them with a glass of alcohol.

"Arya, you don't know him!" Haykal said, Arya smiled and then removed Haykal's body from his presence.

Arya was standing right in front of the Dew. Staring with admiration for the appearance of Dew. Simple beauty full of elegance. Arya looked at the sharp Dew, then casually drank the glass of wine she was holding without any residue. Arya seemed to know the Dew very closely.

"Why should he interfere? I can defend myself!" The Inner Dew was upset in his silence. His gaze locked onto the face of Arya who was so eager to defend him.

"Mr Abra, it's not wrong if you're fascinated by her beauty. The wine that I sipped, was unable to get me drunk. But the beauty of your wife, instantly made me forget my memory!" Said Arya, Abra immediately inflamed. He felt the words of Arya, as if he was seducing the Dew.

But Abra's anger soon subsided. As Dew clasped his hand, Abra turned his head with a look of disbelief. Arya smiled looking at the silent Dew. It was as if Dew was comfortable with the words Abra. Although in fact, even a little Dew does not care about the opinions of others.

"Arya, take care of your attitude. He's the son-in-law of the Abimata family. Don't bother him, remember your age!" Gunawan said annoyed, Arya turned towards Gunawan. Then looked at Haykal with a gaze full of anger.

"A son-in-law is like a child, though not our flesh and blood. Then, why did I hear Haykal feel ashamed of his daughter-in-law? Someone who was ashamed of his daughter-in-law. Not worth getting a daughter-in-law as good as Dew. Indeed, a father-in-law must be able to maintain the honor of his daughter-in-law. Maybe he's the son-in-law of the Abimata family, but he deserves to be the daughter-in-law of a much more respectable family than the Abimata family!" Arya's voice full of anger, Gunawan inflamed. While Haykal was silent, Abra was confused to see the debate involving his wife Dew. On the contrary Dewun remained calm, not at all disturbed by the dispute Gunawan and Arya.

"Arya's enough, you've missed!" Gunawan shouted annoyed.

"Wait, why are you fighting?" Haykal.

"Darling, why did Mr Arya defend you?"

"Why not ask him?" Said the cold Dew, Abra shook his head weakly. He clearly knew, Arya Adiputra was no ordinary person.

Arshan Arya Adiputra, the second son of the Adiputra family. Owner of fifty-one percent shares adiputra group. Gunawan Adiputra's brother, Clara's beloved uncle Lexa Viviana. Handsome CEO who never married until the age of 40. A great man who was destroyed, because of the love of an ordinary woman. The successors of the Adiputra family are devastated, due to the arrogance of his own family. The reason that makes Arya never agree with Gunawan.

"Haykal, thank God your family made Dewun son-in-law. If not, many families are ready to accept Dew to be a daughter-in-law? Trust Haykal, the treasures and status you are proud of. It's just the wind in your daughter-in-law's life. The dew will forever be soothing, but sometimes the anger can freeze!" Arya said loudly, Dewun just silently looked at Arya. Instead Clara begins to panic, usually a trivial debate. Being able to trigger a great fight between Arya and Gunawan.

"Om Arya, don't ruin Clara's birthday party. Whatever you say, don't put it in your heart. Tonight alone, Clara please don't have any fights!" Clara said softly, cupping her hands together. Arya smiled, then gently stroked Clara's head. The niece who was already considered like her own daughter. The princess who left her without news.

"By you, you'll shut up!" Arya said, then left Gunawan.

"Gunawan, why is Arya so angry with me?" Whispering Haykal, Gunawan shrugged both of his shoulders. It was as if he did not understand the reason for Arya's anger.

The dew stepped so gracefully. With sincerity, Dew reached out toward Clara. Dew says congratulations. Clara pensively stared at the Dew that was so graceful with her beautiful dress. Obviously the simplicity of the Dew anesthetizes the whole eye that looks at it. In his heart Clara agreed with Arya's words. If Dew is more intoxicating than alcoholic beverages.

"Grow!"

"What's the matter Miss Clara?"

"Do you know Arya?" Clara said, when Dew is just alone with him. Emnun was silent, there was no saying yes or no. Clara felt strange with the dew attitude.

Abra had to meet some of her co-workers. The dew is not willing to come. Dew was uncomfortable with the hungry gazes of the adamites. Actually Dewun is not too beautiful, but the thin makeup she wears. It emits a natural aura that is soothing, soothing to the hungry eyes that see it. A beautiful word that comes from a sincere heart and emanates from the heart.

"Why do you think like that?"

"I've known Arya my whole life. I grew up in his guidance. I felt warm affection, just from his hands and his arms. I know Arya better than anyone?"

"Lantas, what amazes you?"

"How does he look at you? How did Arya defend you? Anger om Arya who seemed to burst, when seeing you insulted. Who exactly are you? Until Arya considers you special more than the honor of her family!" Clara said in wonder.

"I Dewun Khafifah Fauziah, my identity since childhood and I will never change!" Dew said loud and firm. Clara stared doubtfully at Dew's answer. Although real that's the answer that comes out of the lips Dewun.

"Darling, I'm looking for you. It turns out you're here!"

"What's your brother looking for me?"

"I want to eat with you!" Whine Abra, Dew nodded slowly.

"Sorry Miss Clara, we stayed a while. Once again I congratulate you on your birthday. May your wish be fulfilled soon!" Said the Dew kindly, Clara nodded.

"My hope is gone, along with a smile on your lips. I want to be dashed, when your laughter is heard in my ears. Maybe I was wrong to expect your happiness. But my heart seems right to expect your husband's warm embrace!" Inner Clara was poignant, while continuing to gaze warmly friendly Abra and Dewun.

"Sister Abra, don't want to dance with Clara!" Dew said, Abra shook his head slowly.

"Why?"

"I just want to dance with you!" Abra said briefly, Dewun smiled as if pleased with Abra's answer.

"Honey, you're not jealous of me seeing Clara!"

"Why should I be jealous?"

"That means you're not jealous!" Abra said softly, Dewun shook his head. Abra looked down lethargic, disappointed by Dewun's reply.

"I won't be jealous, because my heart believes you won't betray me!"

"But love is jealous!"

"Teach me how to love you, that I may understand the pain of jealousy!" Whispering the warm Dew, Abra turned his head in disbelief.

"You think I'm the wind!" Said Fahmi loudly, feeling ignored by Abra and Dewun.

"Bother!" Abra was upset.