Rain for Airin

28 Eps. Zia's Dad?

"Eh, no, Rin!"

"Why? You want to seduce me? Stale, Ke!"

" ... "

Sets.

Airin managed to open the knot easily. Then hand the crocodile shirt to the owner.

"Now, take it."

"You're coming to the moon again, Rin. So ... That ... Translucent."

"Don't make up—ha? Translucent?!"

Airin swerved, suddenly turned his head to check the back of his body.

And it's true. There's a reddish patch over there. Hurriedly tied another Keano crocodile shirt to the waist to cover it.

The reddish tinge begins to clear both cheeks of Airin. Makes Keano reflex pinch that cheek because of anxiety.

"Awh, sick, Ke!" Airin brushed off the ignorant hand after finishing with the knot on his shirt.

"Ups, sorry. Habits, so just reflect," said Keano, relax.

Not only did he know, Airin struggled half to death to hold back his shame, also to refrain from getting carried away.

"You're still the same as you used to be. Sloppy."

Airin sighed, setting his heart rhythm.

"Ke ... "

"Yes, beibeh."

Airin blicked his lips, then said, "Never see Zia again."

"Huh?! But why—"

Before Keano made his protest, Airin had already turned around. Entering the car, then leaving behind Keano who was staring intensely with both eyes of his eagle that looked adorable.

'Huftt, it's a good thing he doesn't follow me anymore.' Airin was grateful in his heart.

But secretly his heart felt sore, like a knife. If left unchecked, the wound will get deeper. But if it is removed, it will leave a gaping wound there.

Hearing that Celia was now containing the seeds from Keano, made her smile bitterly.

"Why should I be sad? I should have congratulated them, "Airin murmured, still trying to maintain her smile.

But the tears that were already soaring on her cheeks made her look pitiful. But she is only a woman. As strong as anything looks okay even though it has hidden behind a smile, still tears break its rigidity.

It is free to be strong when you are alone.

Stopping the car when the traffic lights stop in red. His irises caught the eye of a 10-year-old girl singing outside her car, while a worn-out ukulele was in control of her hands.

Airin lowered the car window. Intend to share a little of his provision with the boy.

"I don't know we're impossible.

Why do we always meet?

I don't know this heart has to dodge.

But the truth is I can't.

I'm sorry I loved."

There was a sound of a sweet voice entering his sense of hearing. The lyrics of the song sung by the child busker actually made Airin feel insinuated.

Does he still have a taste for Keano?

Rain said that too.

"Sister?"

"Eh, i-yeah... " Stamped when the busker was already in front of the window of his car while sticking out his hand.

"The light is almost green" he said with a hopeful innocent look.

Airin immediately handed over a pink note with the first president and vice president, smiling at the girl. Making a smile suddenly rose from her little lips that were slightly pale and chapped.

Airin also remembered Zia. When the traffic light had turned green, he immediately returned to the car to go home.

Elsewhere, Keano was dizzy hearing the endless chattering of Celia. Occasionally he yawns, not even rarely steal time to sleep for a moment.

Until Airin said not to approach Zia again ringing in her ears.

Keano opened his eyes. Her ears caught the voice of Celia who was still chirping. It's like the radio's just broken, inwardly.

Moving out of bed just like that, Keano ignored Celia who kept calling out her name. Fuck that python. Keano was intending to go somewhere this time.

It didn't take long. Now Keano has stopped his car not far from a school building. Get out of the car to meet the person he was looking for. The school seems to be out. Looks like it's home time.

After tracing the playground in front of the building, his tail was fixed on a little girl, sitting alone on a long bench.

"Zia .." he murmured, with eyes not separated from the little girl who was looking at some friends were playing on a swing.

Ignoring Airin's ban, Keano walked up to Zia. But his steps immediately stopped when he heard the cry of a girl who suddenly approached Zia.

"Hi, bastard," said a daughter, who was none other than Gendis. Behind him was Cilla who was tailing while waving her hands.

Deg.

What kind of call is that?

Hands clenched. If only what he was facing was not a child maybe his bogem had landed on the face of the owner of the manless mouth.

Zia put on a carefree face, not responding.

It made Keano's chest tight.

'The 'tough girl, like Airin, ' is her inner self.

"Son, didn't you hear me?"

Enough already! This is already too much.

Keano continued his steps, already unable to bear to hear the scorn from the savage little mouth. Who should he blame? His teacher? Or his parents?

Why could a child as small as him speak such uncivilized words? It's called bullying.

'Before blaming others, try to reflect first, Ke.' Keano's common sense began to show his teeth, making him smile bitterly.

"Zia," called Keano, making the three tiny heads turn towards her.

"Om Keano?!" Zia's face instantly disappeared. Replaced with enthusiastic smiles and sparkling eyes.

Zia jumped to get off the bench. Then approached Keano while running small.

Just this time the two little girls saw Zia picked up a foreign adult male—besides Rain of course. Making the curious souls both churn. Gendis and Cilla followed Zia from behind.

"Why is Om Keano here?" ask Zia.

"Om, go get Zia."

"Did you know?"

"Airin—eh, Zia's mother told Om earlier."

"Hi, Om." The call from the direction of the little girl behind Zia, Keano simply ignored it.

"Omm?"

Keano T-shirt pulled by Gendis. Keano lazily turned to the origin of the voice.

"Hi, sweet sisters. (Saking sweetness so want to eat one-on-one, he**m)," said Keano with a forced smile.

For a moment the two little girls were stunned with Keano's smile.

"Om, don't get close to the child" said Gendis, pointing at Zia, who was greeted with a steady nod by Cilla.

"Why indeed?"

"Here, I whisper."

Keano squatted down and leaned slightly to the side, so that Gendis could reach her ears.

"Later to get unlucky," whispered Gendis in Keano's ear.

"Can't you?"

"Because he's a bastard."

"Know where?"

"Mama's word."

Keano's face immediately darkened, staring fixedly at Gendis.

"What's your name, son?"

"Gendis, Om."

"I'm Cilla" sambar Cilla, but no one asked.

Keano neutralized her hunting breath, restraining her anger.

"Did Gendis know what an illegitimate child means?" keano asked, squinting his eyes.

"A child born of error, until his father threw him away. That's why Zia's father never came home."

Deg.

'Shit! Why is my heart so stifled?' Keano cursed in his heart.

"Look, Gendis can't talk like that. Especially when mocking friends. If Gendis is in the position of Zia, how? Wanna?"

Gendis looked surprised, as did Cilla, then shook her head.

"So, Om hope Gendis doesn't call Zia that way anymore. Call his name correctly. There's no such thing as a son of a pesky, haram carrier or anything. Same everything. Both creatures created by God, "the final Keano before standing up and grabbing Zia's hand.

"Omm?" call Gendis.

Keano turned his head reluctantly, "Yes?"

"Om who? Why take Zia?" Gendis still seems curious.

"Om that ... Zia's dad."

The three little girls were surprised.