Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapter 19's

I looked at the sky that was darkening this afternoon, not feeling, seven days had Dad left us all.

I who have finished preparing all the needs for tahlilan, choose to rest for a while on the back porch of the house, for seven days my feelings feel empty, empty, despite trying to make it clear there is still a sense of disbelief.

Tick ticks

Raindrops have started to fall, rain marks are coming, I am coming out of the terrace, wanting to feel the cold rain touching my body and mind which lately has not been ripe.

Sure enough, as soon as I came out, the sky spilled its water.

Now nothing will stop me from raining in the afternoon, nothing will shake my waist at the back door shouting for me to come in.

There's nothing more.

I don't know why I was sad when it would never happen again, I used to cry when I was forced in when I still wanted to play in the rain, but now, now, I cry because the person who always does that is gone.

My cry is disguised, my voice is not heard because of the rain, no one knows if I am crying at this time, I have promised not to cry, but what my day is, every remembering Dad, I will not cry, my tears always came without command.

I lay down in the rain, from here I could see the sky still cloudy, I wish Dad didn't see me like this, I closed these eyes feeling every drop of rain hitting my body.

I could feel the warm tears that mingled with the cold rain was the epic part I loved about the rain. It was as if putting out the fire inside me that was burning to the point of extinguishing and leaving smoke.

I opened my eyes when I no longer felt the rain.

Mas Panji stood by me.

He looked down, made us look at each other “It's enough to play Naya, let's go in” he said flat, I stood up, we were in the same umbrella.

Once again, I looked at him in disbelief, like de javu, inviting my cries without command.

But this is able to explore the emotional side of me that has not been completely extinguished, I really miss Dad, a figure that can not be replaced by anyone.

I hugged her, threw my head against the chest of her field, she returned my embrace without caring her clothes would get wet.

During these seven days, he has never been absent to accompany me, there is always a time when I start to dissolve in sadness, until I forget to ask, is he not working or has busy?

“It's Nay night, later you get sick, enter ya?” reprimand him again when I just peck in his arms.

I broke our embrace, she immediately wiped the melted tears from the eye patch, I was closed as her warm hands touched my skin. My eyes opened again as the warm sensation disappeared.

“Mas, I miss Daddy” when our eyeballs meet.

He nodded, “I know, this is not easy, and no one forbids you to miss Daddy”

The taste of haru filled my chest cavity, I felt understood.

“Loh! You guys are raining, let's go in! It's night?!” I pushed onto Mas Panji's body when I heard the screams of one of my dheku's bu, making our gazes cut off looking at him who was currently standing with a ferocious face.

A few days in the middle of my family made him a little familiar with the habits of my family members, including the spicy-mouthed Bu dhe.

Silence, is the trick to face Bu Dheku.

No one told Bu Dhe to make him decide to enter, after Bu Dhe was not there, Mas Panji looked back at me, we smiled amusedly.

“We're in?” I nodded obediently as he dragged me into the house.

“Nay, you've packed your husband's stuff?”

I who was drying my hair stopped my movements and looked at Mama who was now also looking at me.

During this time Mas Panji stayed in this house, sleeping in a room with me even though nothing happened between us, that's why he had some things that have been brought to my house.

So what is it now to pack his things?

“Mas Panji where to go?” I asked who was presented with a face of disbelief my mother, maybe she thought, I'm his wife but I don't know anything.

“Maybe he forgot to tell you, ask him directly huh? Don't use emotions” break up Mama then, I just nodded, what more can I say, even though in my heart rumbles, I feel unappreciated.

I rushed to my room which was on the second floor, had just been on the first rung, my steps stopped, “Naya, could talk for a while” it was Mas Panji's voice, the one who made me fly and then I was blown away.

I looked at her who was right behind me with a look of dislike, I observed that around there was no Mama, maybe Mama deliberately avoided to give us space to talk.

I continued in my footsteps without caring what he said.

After I got to my room I decided to lock my room, I didn't want to talk to anyone this time.

But my door is holding someone down, without seeing who that person is, I know, it's definitely him. I choose to walk away, whatever he's going to do, I don't care!

I turned my back to the door and went back to drying my hair, my heart was pounding as I heard the door of my room in the lock from the inside, which meant that he and I were in one room now.

Before this we had slept in one room, but he always went into the room when I was asleep.

“Don't speculate Nay, listen to my explanation first” I grieve don't speculate she said, then what should I do when my husband is leaving but I even know from someone else's mouth?!

“I have to go because there are obstacles in the place of the project that requires me to come there myself, can not be represented, this is beyond my prediction” he added, somehow I still feel unappreciated by him, is it wrong if I want to be the first person to know all his planning?

“Naya” called her who felt close to me, even I could feel her breathing.

“Hmmm?” that's my response, I'm not angry, just a little disappointed, I think he will always prioritize me, I mean at least he will discuss with me in making a decision.

And unexpectedly, a hand coiled around my waist, he hugged me from behind, making the strange gelenyar reappear in my body.

Without letting go of his dagger on my waist, he made me face him at our very close distance.

“I'm sorry if my actions were wrong, I just waited for the right time to say this to you” he said slowly, I know this is excessive, I shouldn't have behaved like this.

“Gak papa, it's important for Mas, just go, I will help packing after this” I replied then, it feels unfair if I get angry just because things are this trivial, it's not right, he accompanied me during the mourning period.

I don't want to prolong the problem, the important thing is that he apologized it was enough to make him understand if I didn't like his actions this time.

She hugged me, her warm body wrapped around my cold body after the shower, I returned her embrace, the thing that after this I will miss because we will be far apart.

I lay my head on his chest, for some reason, now I am also afraid of losing him.

Can I hope for him now?

TB