Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapter 27's

Breezy beach breeze blow my hair that tonight is scattered, I breathe the natural air is very fresh after a day I forced Mas Panji to rest because of fatigue after our honey night.

I turned my head as the warm feeling of the thick cloth enveloped my body, my nose smelled a familiar smell to me lately, Mas Panji smiled with a glass of warm milk that still reflected the smoke.

“This warm brown milk is believed to restore energy, you seem to need it” he said meaningfully while holding out the glass.

I received the milk glass with a heated face when I realized the direction of the conversation, he was sitting next to me.

After this morning's conversation I fell asleep and just woke up in the afternoon, I even missed my obligation to worship, when I was upset with him who didn't wake me up, he said that I was hard to wake up, but I don't believe it.

“I'm not tired Mas, I've told you that I tried to convince him that I'm okay, because of his attitude that has since treated me like a sick person.

“Yes yes yes, not you but your body” he said indifferently.

“How are you so gini attention is the same as me? I know gak” I replied intending to tease him with a spoiled tone, he glanced at me annoyed that made me laugh.

“Alay you!” ridiculed, my eyes wide open as he said a word I thought was not in his dictionary.

“But really, you are so changed gini attention anyway, feel guilty what?” I pressed the shame of asking this frontal question, he looked back at me not liking me to gulp rough, unprepared with his response or even his anger.

“What's wrong if the same concern wife herself?” ask her with a flat tone and face that is also flat flagship.

Although I blushed for a moment to string the right words to give an answer, “Ya, not strange anyway, just this is not you so much” said me later.

He turned his face and looked at the vast stretch of beach ahead of him, I don't know what to think, but seeing him who no longer responds made me also not want to open the chat anymore.

I took a sip of warm milk while looking at the waves and the darkness of the night plus the flickering of beach lights that adorn tonight.

“Sorry to have silenced you a few days ago” said breaking the silence between us, I turned to him who was also looking at me.

“Sir papa Mas” replied after controlling myself so as not to be nervous or misbehavior stared that deep by the cold man next to me.

Mas Panji smiled then held my hand, “Topic about Mama and Papa is like a sensitive topic for me, I know you like that because Papa is also your parents when officially married to me, but Nay, I know you are like that, my childhood wounds can not just disappear even though Mama is happy with Papa”, he explained by still looking at me, that gaze, the full-wounded look I have seen while being his wife.

“When I was little, Papa cheated on me with his first love and left us while I was still in my womb, Mama, Mama who was depressed to depression made me have to bear all the frustration Mama had on Papa just because our faces were similar, I who was a toddler and did not know the face of my Papa was blamed” Mas Panji turned his eyes to look at the beach which is now turning gray when I heard the dark story.

“I only live alone with Mama because at that time he was isolated from a large family, neither Papa nor the family of Papa and Mama no one knows where we are” I feel his hand grip getting stronger, he looked down inside, one side of Mas Panji I just knew.

“Mama never hurt me physically, but all of her swearing vows aimed at Papa and her swearing successfully traumatized me back then, I also became a bully because I never carried a father figure like my friends during family events at school, all that sick Nay, Nay, when the outside world hurts you and hopes when you come home can be a little comfortable but it turns out not” he looks at me nanar.

“Nearly after that Mama's friends discovered our existence and forced Mama to go to therapy with a psychologist for Mama's sake and my safety, everything has changed since then, Mama turned into a warm Mother and loved me as her son, making me have a reason to stick with Mama in our difficult times”

“Do not continue Mas if you are not ready for the story, simply”

“You should know this Nay”

“She came back when we got used to it without her, shamelessly threatening to take me if Mama didn't want to go back to her which made Mama's emotional state falter again, can you imagine how much I hate him, Nay? He gave the wound, as the wound gradually healed, he again injured us” he added which surprised me even more.

I did not expect that the story of his family would be that complicated, seeing his family who always get along and compact in front of me, was it just in front of me?

“Mama was forced to return with him because He made me his sandra, even when I was sick and needed Mama, the man remained on his evil mission of separating us in order to reunite with Mama, after they referred and lived in one house, I always saw Mama crying at night, I who was very small at that time had to be forced to understand the state of my parents' chaotic household balau” again, he said, I could only stand still while feeling her pain that was stifling.

“I envy your family Nay, really” he said, I smiled making tears that I had been shedding ever since, in this blue blushing atmosphere, I thought of Dad, Dad, given that young people are the ones who always make our family cheerful despite being in a suffocating state.

“There are always flaws and advantages in any Mas, maybe Mas can say that to me, but also many who want to have a family like Mas Panji family, Mas Panji family, the neighboring grass always looks greener and tempting, right Mas?” my candor made him laugh which rubbed off on me.

I'm happy I didn't play around with her laugh, after saying something I didn't even think happened to her.

Mas Panji held my hand and took it to his lap, the thing that could make me lose my breath for a few seconds, “I don't want to be Papa Nay, that's always in my mind, rebuke me if I'm wrong, help me to heal from this wound Nay” asked, the net that always hypnotizes me makes me can only nod in agreement with his request.

He treated my wounds when I lost Father, then I will do the same for him.

TB