DEW PURITY

Lunch

"Congratulations Abra, you are entitled to this project. I really like the design you made!" Arya said, extending Abra's hand. Politely, Abra received Arya's hand. Seen on the left side of Arya, Clara stood so gracefully. A young woman who grasps success in her youth.

Clara smiled greeting Abra, a sweet smile that seemed to want to say. If Clara will always be an encouragement in Abra. Although there is currently a Dew that is always on Abra's side. But until anytime? Abra's success will be a pride for Clara.

"See again congratulations Abra. You can live up to Om Arya's expectations. Only you can give her the design she dreams of!" Clara said, Abra nodded slowly. Abra sits right next to Arya, while Clara sits right on the other side of Arya.

"Where are your great architects?" Arya said, Abra looked back. More precisely the entrance of the restaurant.

"Eitherway? I've contacted them. I even asked the office driver to pick them up. Maybe they're still stuck in traffic!" Abra said, Arya nodded and drank a cup of coffee.

"I thought he'd come with Dew. It turns out he came alone!" Inner Arya, while shaking her head slowly.

One by one the invitation was present, not least Haykal and Indira. Mr. Ardi came with Ibra. While Gunawan came almost simultaneously with Haykal. The two met at the entrance. Arya deliberately invited everyone. To celebrate the success of the collaboration with the company Abra. More precisely celebrating happiness will achieve the hope of Arya. A project that will keep Arya calm. A small dream that looks so hard to achieve. But now all is achieved, when the design that Arya hoped for was fulfilled.

"Why not start yet? Everyone has gathered!" Gunawan said cynically, Arya shook her head slowly.

"Who else did you invite? Everyone has come. The Abimata family is complete!" Gunawan said, Arya shook her head. While Abra sighed softly. Abra felt they had intentionally forgotten about Dew. The legitimate son-in-law of the Abimata family. But there was no anger, because Abra was conscious. If Dew is coming, not as an invitation. As the most important person in this project.

"They've come!" Abra said, then stood up to welcome Dewun and Nur who were walking slowly towards the Abra table.

Arya immediately stood up, when she saw the architect Dew that Abra meant. The person who made it can keep the promise. Such a beautiful and meaningful design. The focus of Aryan hope and love that no one knows. Arya was really surprised, she did not expect. Will see Dew, not as an invitation. Except for the special guests he was waiting for.

"Grow, strengthen yourself. You can get through all this. Trust me, I'll be your crutch!" Whisper Nur, as his hand held the body of Dew that staggered towards the back.

Arya was beside Abra. The instant the Dew's body trembled violently, his steps seemed to come to a halt. Dew really did not expect to meet with Arya. The meeting Dew would never have wanted, though, did not cross his mind. But today, the meeting happened without hesitation.

"But!" Whispering the Dew, Nur blinked both of his eyes. All signals will be fine. Nur there is a backrest that will support the Dewun.

Abra and Arya walked towards the Dew. Abra saw the staggered Dew's body, instantly revealing his anxiety. While Arya clearly saw the rejection of Dewun. He wanted to meet Dewun, hoping that he could ask Dew to remain willing to have lunch with him. Forgetting a moment of trouble between them. At least for the sake of the success of Dewun and Nur.

"Don't worry, I'll accompany you. He won't do anything rash. Look, the whole family of Abhimata is present. Clara and her dad also came. There's no way he's doing a no-no!" Bisik Nur, while embracing the tiny body of Dewun. At first glance, I saw the nod of the head of the Dew. As if to agree with Nur's words.

"Stop the village lady!" Said Sofia loudly, while hitting the weak body of Dew.

"Let'soo!" Shouted the Dew and Nur loudly. Nur was thrown to the left side, falling just above the floor. The dew falls towards the table. Abra and Arya, instantly jerked and ran towards the Dew.

"Grow!" Shouted Arya and Abra.

Braakkkkk

The sound of a falling table echoed in the restaurant. Arya's body hit the table, blocking the Dew's body. Arya felt extreme pain, as her back hit the table. Abra immediately pecked, his hand quickly lost by Arya. Aryan's hand that can help Dewun. Abra was relieved, though he was not the one to help Dewun.

"Thank you!" Abra said, Arya nodded slowly. Arya handed the Dew to Abra, then Arya turned towards Sofia. It looked like he was going to kill Sofia. A gaze that was able to stop Sofia's heartbeat at that moment.

"Grow it, you're fine!" Indira said worriedly, Dew nodded slowly.

The dew pressed against his chest very strongly. Why is his heart beating so hard? Dew feels tight when breathing. Nur who realized the pain of Dewun, immediately rushed to embrace Dewun. Nur clenched tightly on the Dew, calming and removing the pain. Abra and Indira fell silent, Nur's anxiety was different. Dew shock is not as usual? It was as if there was something much bigger, than the fear of falling.

"Grow, relax!" Bisik Nur, then lead Dewun to sit. Nur gave me a glass of water.

"It hurts, why does my heart hurt so much? His hands, why do they feel so warm? But it's not comfortable that I feel. Instead, I felt tight and my heart ached. If I could choose, I would not be willing to be saved by him. If in fact, his protection made me think of the wounds he inflicted. Why do I always meet him? If it's just a wound. Decades I didn't know him, so why is he always around me. Why he should be a part of my future. If it's my past, there's never a memory of him!" Inner Dew is poignant, his hands no longer press against his chest.

Buugghhhh Buugghhh Buugghhh

"Growun stop!" Nur said worriedly, Abra ran towards the Dewun.

"Nur's sick, sick!" Dew said, her tears dripping. Nur wiped the Dew tears, then smiled as he blinked his eyes.

"Darling, we're going to the hospital. I'm afraid something happened to our son!" Abra said, Arya immediately turned with a look of surprise. Arya's two eyeballs turned red, restraining anger. His hands clenched tightly, as if holding back anger.

"Pregnant, she'll be a mother. Sofia, I'm gonna teach you a lesson. For you to understand, your arrogance has no right to insult Dew!" Aryan's mind while clenching his hands.

"I'm fine, I better go home with Nur. Brother stay here, continue lunch with master Arya!"

"No, I'll go with you. I'm worried about thinking about our son. If you really want to go home. We go home together!" Sahut Abra firmly, Dew nodded.

Nur and Abra lead Dewun to his feet. The Dew clasped Nur's hand tightly, but the Dew leaned his body on Abra. Two people who are now desperately needed by Dewun. Being a support and support in his weakness and pain. Abra brings the Dew in front of Arya. Abra wanted to say goodbye, because there was no way the Dew would remain there. When his body and heart ached.

"Mr Arya, we have to go. Thanks again. You not only saved Dew, but also saved our son. You really do contribute to our little family!" Abra said, Arya can only be silent. He's confused how? Happy about the pregnancy Dew or sad to see Dew is almost gone.

"Sophy!" Shouted Arya, Sofia turned her head. Gracefully he walked over to Arya. Without him noticing, Aryan's anger is ready to burn him alive.

"Yes baby!" Said Sofia, while struggling spoiled on Arya's arm.

"I'm sorry to him!" Said Arya loudly, Sofia turned her head with a look of wonder.

Gunawan and Clara walked forward towards Arya. Gunawan has seen Arya's anger. It would be fatal as a result, if Arya vented her anger on Sofia. As for the haughty Sofia, not feeling the slightest guilt on Dewun. Arrogant Sofia, stepped towards the Dew. With a cynical and disgusted look, then Sofia stood right in front of the Dew.

"I don't want to apologize to this village woman. It's not my fault he got hit. He's the one standing in my way!"

"Sofia, shut up!" Shouted Arya, then raised her hand.

Plaakkkk

"Grow!" Shouted Abra, as the Dew stood in the way of a slap for Sofia.

Arya stepped back, she regretted having slapped the Dew. Not the affection Arya showed, but a slap. Arya was getting annoyed, when she saw Dew holding her cheek. Hard slap Arya, imprint on Dew's cheek. The wound in Arya's heart.

"Sorry!" Arya said with a trembling voice. Dew shook his head slowly, he refused Arya's apology. Thought the slightest slap didn't hurt him.

"Mr Arya, a man's hand is not to hurt a woman. Conversely, a man's hand should protect a woman's weak body. Don't you realize, when a woman's nature becomes a man's rib. This means that the same nature applies to men, which is to be the backbone of a woman. Never raise your hand to a woman when you realize there is a daughter who may experience the same thing. Today I received a slap, not for her sake. But I don't want to, your daughter feels the same slap from the man who was supposed to protect her!" Said the Dew, Arya walked forward toward the Dew. Both of his hands were cupped right in front of his chest. Arya heard an apology from Dewun. An attitude that made everyone speechless, except Nur who knew everything.

"Sorry!"

"Arya, what are you doing? She's just a country lady. His apology is not that important. Until you kneel and kneel!" Said Gunawan annoyed, when he saw Arya his biological sister was comforting while kneeling.

"Master heard it, get up. There's no need for you to apologize, a village woman like me is too despicable to accept an apology from you!"

"Grow up, forgive papa!" Arya lirih.

Duaaarrr

"Father!" Said everyone surprised, Sofia the one who doesn't believe the most.

"I'm not your daughter, maybe you've misunderstood people!" Dew said firmly, then walked out of the restaurant.

"Grow up, forgive papa!" Shouted Arya hysterically, Dew kept walking away. His steps are like running. Nur is chasing Dewun, Abra is going after Dewun. However, his steps stopped, when Nur forbade Abra from following Dewun.

Praaaayyyyrrr

"Foolish hand, why did you even slap the Dew?" Shouted Arya emotion, while continuing to smash her hands on the glass table. The sound of broken glass, sounding loud and slicing Arya's heart.

"I'm sorry, sorry!" Inner Arya was upset and bitter.