When My Wife Surrender

Rain

"Mother .." he said back down.

Loved her? What's the point of saying, if it remains unreliable as well. A speechless child with a gaping wound on his leg, who was torn apart by the mother's neighbor's big dog.

Why is his mother acting like this? I don't know, silent alone, crying get care of potluck from puskesmas. Quiet, with a really bad mental state.

The happy family he had had disappeared, the father who brushed his hand away when he said 'Randy loved his father, ' the grandmother who also left him after saying she loved him. Coupled with the mother, who turned to look at him in pain, saying loving is a free thing. Everyone will also pursue their own happiness, leaving Randy alone.

"Where are your parents?" ask one of the residents.

Randy was silent through a psychological trauma that left him temporarily mute, only to shake with blank eyes.

"How can you take you home? What's your name?" Randy came back just speechless, with a blank look.

Heavy rain flushed, so much pain.*the animal she feared from before, the mother knew it. However, it was not willing to help and embrace her like it used to be.

No one really loved her except her grandmother. Randy stared at the raindrops that fell, the shadow of the grandmother's face still vividly remembered. The old woman who lost her life at the age of 80.

"We take it to social foundations, or parlors only. Judging from his clothes like a bum," suggested one of the residents.

***

The days were painful for him, only to be silent in the parlor without speaking. Until a child who has just lost both parents is brought by the caretaker.

"My name is Chrysanthemum" the boy who smiled awkwardly at everyone.

Randy just stayed in the corner, not interested in talking to anyone. No matter what, loving someone means being ready to lose it. No matter how much they loved him, however begging said his heart they would go.

Not realizing everyone had left the room. Except for the kid who just entered the parlor.

"Whose name?" he asked, offering a packet of chocolate that had been eaten half by him.

Randy did not answer, bowed silently.

"Wouldn't you?" chrysanthemum asked irritatedly, stuffing his mouth with a chocolate bar that was bitten in half. Encouraging, even bullying her kept insisting that Randy eat the chocolate she was giving.

"Stop!! Aa..aa.." he said rebellious, both still children, the difference in male and female power is still the same. Making the chrysanthemum free makes Randy's mouth flutter.

"I'll wake up, but tell me first what's your name!?" ask Chrysanthemum, who's over Randy's body.

Randy went back to silence, taking his eyes off the child above him.

"Slices, come here," one of the parlors called him. The boy got up in the end, leaving Randy.

"She's having trouble talking, come on with the other kid, '" the parlourkeeper pulled her.

Chrysanthemum initially according to her, Randy stared at her without blinking. Start eating chrysanthemum chocolates that fall on the bed.

Not in a long period of time did the silence occur. Just a few weeks, who healed him? Of course Chrysanthemum's chatty mouth.

Until the rain hit, the little girl sat with her who raised her hand. Unexpectedly, Chrysanthemum ran letting his body get hit by the torrent of rain. Smiling laughed, stomping his feet in the rain that began to pool.

"Do you like the rain?" ask Randy on Chrysanthemum.

"I love the rain!!" The chrysanthemum ran here and there faster.

"Then my name is Rain (rain) so you like me," he muttered in a small voice, finding the thing he wanted to have, wanting to be taken care of by him.

Until one sentence is stuck, do not want Chrysanthemum to turn his face or go like his grandmother, father, and mother... Loved you...

"Don't rain stupid!! You will be sick!!" it is not that word that comes out but other words.

"Come!!" The chrysanthemums pulled him in, taking in their bodies that were hit by the rain.

"My parents died in a plane crash. So from this moment on, you are my mother, father, friend and brother..." Chrysanthemum smiled at him.

Hoping that Chrysanthemum understood, he was too afraid to say it. Because one by one the people he loved left him after the words were spoken. Hoping only with a physical touch, a status can prove everything to convince him.

The words he least wanted to say, he said,

'I love you,'

'I love you,'

Two words that served as a farewell to him. Both her parents and grandmother disappeared from her life.

Until the sentence he can not pronounce is what delivers Chrysanthemum and the child in the womb to death.

The words he would say this time each time, when time had repeated itself, brought his beloved Chrysanthemum...

***

Apartments rented by Chrysanthemum...

"I love you." she said smiling.

"I hate you," Chrysanthemum continued, eating a bowl of instant noodles in front of him.

Dara, only someone named Dara will end up with Rain. He'll step back, find a good father for his son later. The one who really loves him, the one who really pays attention to him.

"But I still love you." words from Rain's mouth, still eating instant noodles. With the body covered only a thick white towel, covering the waist up to his knees.

What a refreshing sight, but not for Chrysanthemums, the body is anti to the touch.

Dhuars....

The sound of lightning was heard, along with the electricity throughout the apartment being extinguished. "Aa..aaa.." chrysanthemum yelled, screeching, jumping into Rain's lap.

The young man's heart was beating fast, it had long felt like it was not in direct contact with the woman he loved. "Slices down," she asked.

"You know I'm afraid of the dark!!" he said he clutched Rain who was not wearing a superior tighter. The smell of the body calmed him down a little more.

Rain sighed violently, embracing the woman, guiding her into the room. The curtains covering the apartment window opened, letting the light from outside in.

"You go to sleep, I'll sleep in the living room." he said, fumbling around the closet about to pick up a blanket.

Quickly, Chrysanthemum pulled on his wrist."Ti.. sleep here, I'm afraid..."

Rain sighed then nodded, entering the thick Chrysanthemum blanket. Lying herself one bed with the woman.

"Don't do anything." the order of the Chrysanthemum, holding his hand tightly in the same blanket.

"Yes, I love you, what if we get married soon." said Rain, looking at the face of a faint Chrysanthemum.

"No way," a stern answer from his mouth.

Brakes...

The sound of objects falling from the veranda sounded, along with Chrysanthemums hugging his body. "Don't misunderstand this because I'm scared." he said hiding in the chest of the youth field in front of him, a beat that felt comfortable for the woman.

But all of them are covered with one sentence. Dara is coming, the woman Rain truly loves...

"I know..." Rain stroked her long hair. Slowly returning his embrace, falling asleep in his sleep.

I love you ....

Seriate