Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapter 63

Galang hugged Gisha in silence, after everything was revealed, the mystery puzzle between the two was neatly installed.

In his heart he cursed his folly of believing what Yoga was saying.

“I love you Gish” is a fact that makes Gisha freeze instantly, but after that Gisha breaks their arms, looks into Galang's eyes looking for lies that may exist.

Only my glare made Gisha sure Galang wasn't lying just so she could get back together.

Love Gisha avenged.

I don't know who started it, the lips of the two had already fused together.

The longer the more demanding, on the sofa Galang has overstretched Gisha with hands that still support her body so as not to burden her woman.

When the oxygen supply of both of them was depleted, Galang stopped the action, they were gasping for breath in the ocean.

“We have to stop Gish” said Galang invited a little disappointed in Gisha's mind.

Galang rubbed the sweat that adorned his forehead, his lips smiling as he stared at the disappointed strokes.

“No before we officially get married, I don't want to tarnish you in this illegitimate relationship, let me have you legally, let me have you, being the leader in our household later” obviously Galang makes Gisha suddenly embarrassed and amazed.

Galang does not want to put his lust first again, he respects Gisha like an honorable woman.

“Marry me yes Gish, build our happy family, there is only us” Galang said half whispered still in the same position.

Gisha nodded, this is what she wanted long ago.

Receiving a positive answer made Galang unable to withstand the turmoil that wanted to embrace this woman.

“Mama, Papa! Why was Dimas not taught a hug?” the sex-different man froze in place as the tiny voice echoed.

The conscious Gisha, who had first of all, immediately pushed Galang away from him, they sat down to look at the little boy who was now angry.

Galang scooped his face rough, until where did his son see the adult scene he made with his mother? They may forget the existence of the tiny man and coolly combine love.

Gisha immediately moved closer to her son, there was something else that she had to fix, no more fearful gazes from her son, it seemed that the child had forgotten the terrible events for her some time ago.

The woman knelt down to equalize her height with the child, without a word Gisha hugged the small body, “Sorry Mama ya Nak” Dimas nodded.

“Sorry Dimas also Ma, Dimas must make Mama sad because it has snapped Mama, Sorry yes Ma, Dimas just don't want Mama added sin for lying, because it's a lie, God does not like the same people who lie Ma, Dimas does not want Mama to hate God later” long sentences that managed to make Gisha stunned, as far as her son thought.

“Mama always sorry Dimas” Galang approached the two, hugging the two bodies with his long hands.

“Papa also apologized yes, Papa rarely tegukin Dimas” Dimas nodded in the arms of his parents, his family is now complete, there is no empty part in his family.

There is only one less.

“Mama, Papa, Dimas ask sister!” broken, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, he who had just met Dimas certainly did not know how to overcome the wishes of Dimas that he could not realize now.

To have a sister there must be a meeting of two cells, while to achieve that there must be something done, right?

Galang shook his head to disappear his dirty thoughts, the effects of events some time ago and the request of his son made the desire he tried to resist reappear.

Nah! Galang will not tarnish Gisha again, there must be another way to deal with her son's request this time.

Drifting in a series of words that he tried to arrange, the voice of the woman who had taken his heart made Galang breathe a sigh of relief.

“Allah” right son! Galang shouted in his heart, for now he will be silent, his focus is only one, muffle the fire he lit with Gisha earlier.

“Nah means if Dimas wants to ask for something how?” gisha's fishing rod, the little boy's eyebrows are linked, thinking of the right answer to the mother's question.

“Praying?” the answer is not sure, Galang rubbed the top of the head Dimas with affection, he realized that he had missed some moments in his son's life, Dimas grew up to be a smart child, Gisha took good care of his child and was right.

“Iya, Dimas please pray yes, hopefully Dimas' wish will soon be granted” replied Galang meaningfully, the little boy nodded, while Gisha's face flushed in shame, he understood where Galang was talking.

“Surely Pa, but Papa don't go again huh?!”

Galang nodded and hugged the two.

***

Winanti wakes up in a gurney, her memory firmly depicting the incident where a woman called Ardito Prasetya!

“Mas Pras?” his monologue, his mind was busy stringing together some memories that looked messy.

‘Sit's quiet here ya Na’ Winanti nodded as Pras bought drinks for both of them.

‘Awas, brake blong!!!’ the scream made everyone panic and run around indeterminate to save them.

The still confused Winanti could only stand still and follow where people were running.

‘Bunaaaaa!!’ shouted the little boy who was right in the middle of the street separated from his mother, the driver who saw it immediately slammed the steering wheel to the left.

Winanti who was fixated on hearing the screams of the little boy did not realize the box car was heading towards him.

‘Na! Watch out!’ pras screamed from the opposite direction, but it was all useless, his face pale as Winanti was already lying covered in blood.

The weak body sat staring at him, the last thing WInanti saw though faintly.

Her tears are flowing, “Doctor Dito.. Mas Pras?”

The door opens when all his questions have no answer.

Dito came with the same pale face, so right, that man was the man of his past, the man who vaguely appeared in his dreams and random thoughts.

“Win anyone sick?” Winanti was silent, her eyes busy scrutinizing the face before her, matching the image of a man appearing in her memory.

Not getting a response made Dito sit next to the gurney, without permission Winanti rubbed the handsome face revealing Dito's hair covering part of his forehead, this man has changed a little, he said, his hair was never this long, it made him not realize the existence of the man he always tried to find his identity.

“Mas.. Pras” Dito looked at the girl in front of him with teary eyes as the nickname was called by the originator.

“I.. Nana Mas” said Winanti again, she had remembered everything, her last moments could see because in a blind verdict, that was all her brother said at that time.

After the incident, not only was her vision taken away, Winanti felt that something else had also disappeared in her life.

But Winanti can't do anything when Kinanti asks her to always be at home, the accident traumatizes Kinanti, he no longer wants to lose his family members when their father and mother have gone home, his brother said at the time.

But even Winanti was left alone.

“You remember everything?” Winanti nodded doubtfully, Dito who could not help but feel his fragrance immediately got up and hugged his Girl with a happy feeling.

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