Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapter 45's

I woke up alone inside this room as the sunlight shone on me shyly from the slightly open room curtain, there was no Mas Panji.

The cold of the rest of the rain last night made my body feel lazy, wanted to feel back to sleep, but the baby candidate who was in my stomach did not want to sleep anymore and wanted food immediately.

I'm so hungry.

My lyrics to the wall clock have shown at 8 a.m., I deserve to be hungry.

I lazily straightened out of bed and curled my hair carelessly.

This house is deserted.

I looked in the mirror after washing my face with cold water, my face was clearly there.

I cried myself to sleep.

In this bathroom I think back to last night, the incident that made me believe something.

Something that hurts me.

I shook my head slowly to dispel that ugly shadow, I didn't want to remember it, I wanted to live quietly this time, without those wild thoughts that felt like sucking up all the positive energy in my body.

“Whatever happens in the future, it's the best, yes, it's the best for everything Naya” I told myself in the mirror, though my heart ached again thinking about the bad possibilities that would happen.

“I can!” I shouted to encourage myself.

I went down to the first floor, the kitchen became my main destination, Mas Panji was not there.

Without a care, I immediately mix the ingredients in the refrigerator.

Maybe I'll just make an egg omelet, I'll take two eggs, a box of cheese and an onion.

My hands deftly cut the onion I just washed, not reliable, but I was very hungry.

Riffish

Two eggs were broken, I mixed grated cheese and cut onions, began to heat the oil, and spilled the egg concoction.

The fragrant aroma of the egg fried this morning made my stomach sound more boisterous.

I reduced the fire, and took a glass and then filled it with a few spoons of milk that we bought after Mas Panji from the hospital.

Ah I so remember him again, where was he this early?

Hmm.

I poured hot water up to half a glass, I stirred it at a glance while flipping my omelet, then added water to the brim, be my warm milk.

I drank it little by little while waiting for my omelets to ripen.

The voila!

Omelet ala Naya is done.

I moved it to a plate and took it with a piece of bread and milk that had half a glass left.

I eat in silence, in this house I used to eat in silence.

But this time, it was not only quiet, but also empty.

Didn't feel all the food was already drenched in my stomach, I slightly ducked and rubbed my stomach.

Hope you are full, son!

I decided to take a shower, the fresh water that flushed my body made me a little comfortable, I closed my eyes leaning my head that had not stopped thinking on the wall.

I was just trying to make peace with everything, but it was as if the universe wanted a war with me.

Cold, my body almost shivering. I finished my show shower.

With complete clothes now I was confused what to do, finally this body took me to sit pensive on the bedside.

I had a cell phone line that I didn't see, suddenly blown away to call someone who filled my head.

Mas Panji's.

Tuuuuut tuuuut tuuuut

I waited in doubt, I wondered where he was, but I also did not want what he said would again break my hopes.

“Halo” I shortened when the call was connected.

“Halo Naya, are you still there?”

“I-iya”

“What's up?”

“Mas where?”

That question just came out of my lips.

“Who Mas?” “It's okay” heard kasak kusuk there, all I heard was a female voice.

Isn't everything clear now?

“Halo Naya”

My tears fell hearing that voice again.

“Where are you? Why go without telling? And again, why are there female voices there? Who are you with?!” I was on a streak with already overflowing emotions, he sighed.

Although I know where he is but I want to confirm it from this guy's mouth, it's possible that my guess is wrong.

“I'm home Winanti”

That soft-sounding voice was like a thunderbolt blaring through my trunk, so it was true.

“Halo Nay, you're okay right?” he asked worriedly, I laughed mocking him, indeed he cares if I am anything?!

“Naya, hello Nay?!”

“Mas lunch is ready, let's eat together” that sound again, I cry it while she is comfortably going to breakfast with her ex-boyfriend.

“Nay.”

Brakkkk

Destroyed, the phone was already devoid of looks as I slammed it onto the floor.

I'm mad!

“What are you Mas!!!”

I thought about it, worried about it, but instead he easily reneged on his own promise?!

I cried so much that I sat on the floor.

This is what you said I was more important?!

I stared at the large frame containing our wedding photos.

In fact I am not more important than him?! It's all just a bitch!

Prorgasm

The photo fell with broken glass strewn about.

I can't do it anymore, I can't keep going like this.

I went out of the house without carrying anything, just a small bag with a wallet.

Somehow this afternoon was cloudy again, as if the clouds understood that my heart was in turmoil.

I kept walking down the street to get out of this housing complex.

I could not feel the rain coming back and wetting me, I would cry again, if time could be turned, I would not want to find the bracelet, I did not want to pull it in marriage, I won't give him access to anything.

The drizzle had already turned into heavy rain, the cold water was unable to cool my hot mind and heart this time.

Repeatedly I hit my chest so that this tightness is gone, but no, the shadow of Mas Panji who may now be having fun with the copy of the Kinanti photo makes it harder to breathe.

My steps grew so heavy that I lost my balance and fell.

“Naya?!”

Someone came, before I knew who it was, it was dark.

***

My eyes were open in the white room, my hands were infused, I didn't want to see him yet?! Not want?!

I turned my face when I heard the door open.

I realize he's sitting next to me right now.

“Do you realize that you are no longer a child who can play rain as you please?” I turned to the source of the voice when I heard it was not Mas Panji.

Drear.

“Luckily I was passing there when I saw you faint” he said again.

Thank God, at least I can get away with it a little, even though I'm going to be stuck with this guy.

“You want something?” I looked back at him, then shook my head, helped me earlier I was very grateful.

“The words of pregnant women are usually easy to want various” he said again made me look at him.

“You know?” he's nodding.

“Of course, and now my question is split in two, why do you who are pregnant actually play Naya rain?”

TB