Me And You Under The Rain
Missed One

"Come, play again to the aunt's house,"

Sakura had just been ushered to her house, but she was still not free from her awkwardness. Especially when Dirga's mother asked him to return to visit their home. He is not what he used to be, and is only able to answer as much as he can. At the very least, the answer did not hurt Dirga's mother.

The car leaves Sakura's house after a short conversation, where Sakura's smile just disappears. He sighed long enough as he stared at Dirga's car which was getting more and more invisible from his sight. The woman brought herself into the house with a lot of luggage. What he originally wanted to cook good food, now that desire was no longer in him. Sakura just sat on the living room bench, her gaze blank, but her mind kept thinking about the sentence Dirga said when they met at the supermarket.

"Gue kangen,"

The woman closed her eyes, one of her hands pulled her hair because her head suddenly felt dizzy. Sakura was confused, not knowing what to do after all this. He had to admit, if after the matter was over, and went through days like before getting to know Dirga, the woman felt so empty. I don't know, sometimes Sakura misses the days when she often meets with Dirga to solve yesterday's problems.

In fact, both of them also understand if they like each other. In fact, Dirga promised if he would formalize their relationship after the problem ended. But all of this did not go as he wanted. There are changes that they did not plan for.

"Who should do it first? I invited him to meet, or he was supposed to call me first?" ask him to yourself. He threw himself on the sofa, staring at the ceiling of his living room. "Gue is also missing" he said.

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Dirga and her mother had just arrived home, the man helping her carry all the groceries inside. All activities are done with the mouth closed. And it was also seen by his mother, who did not hear his son's voice at all. Especially when they were together with Sakura during the trip, they both looked like two people who did not know each other.

The mother wanted to ask Dirga, but the woman was not too sure about asking questions that might make her son uncomfortable. But it also felt uncomfortable because the middle-aged woman could not see her son smiling anymore along with Sakura. I don't know what's going on between the two of them.

"Mother, all the vegetables I've been in the fridge" said Dirga, who gave his mother a report. Only answered with a nod a few times by her mother, before she finally walked towards the room.

The man immediately drowned himself in the room. He lay his body on the bed with a directed look at the ceiling of the room. Each breath felt so heavy, as if the weight of the world was entirely borne by the man. When the two sweets were closed, all that was in the darkness was Sakura's face. He remembered the whole thing when he said he missed the woman consciously.

Dirga raised his left hand just above the face, a ring that still remained on his ring finger. And with the help of his right hand, Dirga took off the ring, because of a sense of worry when he saw the object. Between her past and the present.

He placed one of his hands on a closed bead, trying to relieve his fatigue. However, another disturbance actually came to him, which made him cluck annoyed. His hand reached into his pants pocket as he felt his phone vibrate. He immediately answered the call with a slightly harsh tone of voice.

"Hello!"

"H-hello,"

Kontan Dirga straightened his body, surprised by the voice that had just entered into a thicket. In fact, to be sure, Dirga to see the name of the caller. Then the man got his phone back in his ear. He normalized his throat which suddenly seemed to bother him. The man hears Sakura's voice calling him to thank her for driving him home. But the woman had not decided on her call at all after she finished thanking him. Until Dirga thought that the call had disconnected itself.

Behind the call, Dirga had only heard Sakura's short throats a few times. The woman seemed to be holding back her sentence.

"Don't!" prevent Sakura quickly.

Dirga exhaled quite a long breath, she folded one of her hands in front of her chest to wait for Sakura to continue her sentence.

"Next week, let's see you" said Sakura.

Dirga fell silent, she had no idea if Sakura would invite her to meet first. His brain was digesting the woman's words, making sure he didn't hear her wrong. Then one breath signifies if he will be ready to open his voice.

"Okay, it's up to you where we want to meet" Dirga replied.

The place after his sentence was finished he said, the man immediately disconnected his voice call. He stared at the phone screen, looking at the call history that had Sakura's name at the very top. Just a few seconds, before he finally threw his phone on the bed—right behind his body.

The man was about to get out of his room, when he opened the door, he was surprised to see his mother who was standing in front of the door with a position like eavesdropping. Dirga was a little surprised and also confused, let alone seeing his mother who only laughed a little.

"Why mother?" ask Dirga.

"Mom's just worried about you" replied the mother.

Dirga only applied the bead a few times, but not long after the mother encouraged the man to go into her room again. It's clear what Dirga will get. He just sighed without protesting, sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the mother to open her mouth.

"Tell me now, you're the same Sakura why?" ask the mother.

Dirga fell silent while looking at her mother, then she shook her head. "It's okay, really. In fact, soon we want to meet again," replied Dirga.

Perhaps, all this time they always told the middle-aged woman about ghosts and also Ryan, but this is a different matter. Dirga does not want to bring their personal affairs to the mother. After all, the most important thing is that they can improve the relationship after meeting later.

"really? But, why was it just diem-diem?" ask the mother again.

"Because no one wants to talk" he replied.

No more words of his mother, the woman looked at Dirga in silence. Slowly, both of his eyebrows flexed because of his feelings of disbelief in the words of his son. Feeling ever young, the attitude the mother saw when looking at Dirga and Sakura was not something that said they were okay. However, the middle-aged woman chose silence and was reluctant to comment further.