Me And You Under The Rain
Experienced
From behind the window of the room, someone was putting all his attention on the millions of raindrops that fell impatiently. To be honest, he was curious about the purpose of those millions of waters that happily wet the earth. There was no reward whatsoever that the clouds got after successfully shedding. The sky was sad, but he saw many children with their laughter dancing in the rain. Couldn't they understand how sad the sky was that could only spill rainwater after he had held it for so long? At least, just by sympathizing. Then came a sad ringer due to his thought, along with a grunt that caused dew on the window panes. The room temperature feels so low, although there is a room heater is also not able to beat the cold that feels up to the bone.
"Man has no sympathy" is a sentence that comes out of Dirga's mouth with a body that rises from where he sits. She grabbed her brown coat before breaking the doorknob and carried herself out of the room.
Low temperatures like this can make him scolded by the mother if not wearing thick warm clothes. Both of his legs were consciously taken towards the living room and his hand grabbed the car keys on the nightstand just like that. Coincidentally, there was a knocking sound that presented a sense of confusion in his mind. Outside the rain, someone just knocked on the door of the house, not even able to hear the sound of footsteps due to the noise of rain and strong winds. His veined hand immediately opened and saw who the guested figure in the rain was even able to cover the visibility. However, when the white teak door opened, it featured a female figure holding out a box with protective plastic. The woman looks like a courier delivering the package.
Ah, Dirga did not have much conversation with the courier, she only received the package on behalf of her mother before the courier left her home. Her other hand shut the door, carrying her mother's package. Only a few seconds until the mother was caught down each step of the stairs to approach the only son who sat on the sofa while staring at the package. The living room sofa bounced gently as the middle-aged woman placed her cushion sitting right next to the son with a warm smile typical of a mother. Both of his sweets also brought himself to see the object in front of his eyes. It also makes both eyebrows raise at the same time. Yes, the mother was quite surprised by the arrival of the package that came earlier than estimated. Without making any sound, the two soft hands picked up the box in front of the two to open the wrap.
"Mom bought a coat for you" said the mother.
Obsidian Dirga followed the movement of the mother's hand which was spreading out the dark gray coat purchased for the man. There was not a single word she could speak after receiving the mantle for the umpteenth time from her mother. His breath was simply wasted, displaying a faint smile afterwards. Slowly he lowered the hand of the mother who proudly showed off his chosen coat. Every rainy season, his mother would buy him a new coat, even if the old one still looks good. This has been the case for five years when he lost his girlfriend in an accident. The incident occurred in the same season as today, where all roads will be slippery when passed. However, it is not the reason that makes him treated as well as possible by the mother, there are other things that actually make him feel hurt his self-esteem. Not wanting to hurt his mother's heart so sincere, Dirga nodded her head, then both hands also moved down the stretched coat before helping her to fold.
He was silent, his hands just kept moving to fold the new coat, only a gentle pat on one of his shoulders had managed to break his essence. His head turned to the figure of the mother who suddenly put up a water face so tense, as if he could read what would happen next. With little difficulty swallowing her saliva and half her remaining courage, even the middle-aged woman's voice was thrown out in the end, asking a question that not even wanted to hear her son—'s answer that the mother had her own worries.
Dirga's hand movements stopped just like that, the folds of his coat were not perfect, but the mother's voice slid into her clump. Dirga finally realized, why for the past five years the mother always bought her a new coat. That's because every rainy season, Dirga always come to the accident site and the grave of her lover and come home with a wet state, which makes it fever for several days.
"I'm going to leave. Just for a moment, mom," she replied.
Somehow to stop Dirga from leaving, a sigh of resignation just came out before taking himself away leaving his son alone in the living room. Indeed, in previous years, the mother had never prevented Dirga, but because Dirga always returned home in terrible circumstances, making the mother did not want if her son did what he did every year. While Dirga immediately got up and left his home—like his goal from the beginning. No matter how heavy the rain was, the man would still come to those two places. After all, that was all that became a memory for him, despite the bad memories he had found.
The white sedan broke up the city streets, driving at a moderate pace to reduce the risk it would incur. Even at times like this, the shadow of his lover still feels strong, as if there is another figure in this car. Secretly all his fingers firmly grasped the steering wheel as Dirga tried to awaken who continued to be swept in the thoughts of his lover. Until this moment, it was hard for him to forget that figure. The woman was the longest relationship with Dirga behind the term 'bad guy' embedded in Dirga. He thought the nickname had been destroyed, but it had instead brought death to an innocent person. He will not refuse if tired of everything, preferring to stay away from the social environment, limiting the people he interacts with, and closing his heart to all women. Not because his lover is gone, but the person does not want any more female victims caused by him.
The location of this accident became a place that every day he always avoids, even preferring to pass the path further to get to his place of work. Dirga stopped his car on the shoulder of the road, from inside the search car he looked at the wet and slippery road that became the place where his lover's car slipped to roll over. The streets were empty, but behind the vibrating pupils were shadows that returned to them based on information from the reconstructed police. Dirga closed in a few seconds, his head slightly bowed along with a long wasted breath. It was enough to rely on his shadow to repeat the events five years ago, now he intends to go to second place.
One of his hands had moved the gears, his feet preparing to step on the accelerator. But the sound of a collision had just been heard in his room, Dirga turned his head quickly and found a rider had an accident in the same place as his lover. The second also sagged his hand from the steering wheel when he saw a woman who was the victim of the accident. His hands shook violently, his head suddenly dizzy, and a body that felt so slow looking at the woman from inside the car without being able to move quickly to help her. "The curse is still not gone" he said.