Me And You Under The Rain
Seemed Known

The light of the lamp was the first object to be captured by Dirga's two beads, his gaze still quite blurred as he tried to gather all of his consciousness. On the right side there is the mother who put the water face so worried, but also there is a smile full of relief when the two see each other. Dirga tried to sit down, helped by the mother who rose from her chair. The atmosphere shimmered in all directions when he saw the hospital equipment, and he looked back at the mother with both eyebrows bent. "Why is this, mom? Why am I here?" tanyakanya.

"People found you unconscious in the car" replied the mother. The woman looked at her silent son without any intention of chiming in on his sentence. The grasp of the mother's hand was getting tighter, there was a little annoyed because Dirga did not listen to his sentence before deciding to leave the house. "Mom has prevented you, but you are not horrified by mother" he said again.

The man was still silencing his mouth, taking his eyes off his mother who was still scolding him for staying reckless to go to two places that became his routine every year. Suddenly his gaze was so fixed when he realized that he had not yet come to the tomb of his lover. His eyes moved to see the time on the clock that was coiled on his wrist. However, without explaining clearly, his mother immediately forbade him not to go to the tomb. The mother must have understood, Dirga was found at the accident site, which was always the first place before the burial place. Even with a long breath, Dirga followed what his mother said—kendati he still wants to go.

A few hours in the hospital, the mother and son decided to go home. Dirga was silent as he walked out with his hand held by his mother. This year was the worst than the previous one, Dirga came home not in a drenched state, but a condition that had just come out of the hospital. Of course, in the next few days, the mother will not give permission for the son to leave the house again. This has also become the annual routine of his mother, every hour must ensure the state of Dirga who maintained its warmth. Dirga was all that the middle-aged woman had. Both had entered a taxi, but had received a protest from Dirga if he could drive a car. Still, the mother gave a ban so firmly that the rental driver who will bring his son's car.

To be honest, at the age that had stepped on the head of three was enough to make him feel ashamed because of all the attitude of the mother. Not that Dirga underestimated his affection, but all the treatment he could, it just made him look like a spoiled child, which nothing always there was interference his mother. Even so, only his mother who became the only woman who never got any bad luck even though every day always with him. At least, there were things he could be grateful for from this life of his.

"The doctor said that you fainted from trauma" said the mother suddenly, pausing along with Dirga who turned his head. "But I want to know your story" he said.

"I'm just at the crash site like always, but when I want to get out of there, the loud bang makes me shocked. A female rider who was the victim, and at that time I began to feel dizzy," explained Dirga.

Until the two of them finally arrived home, the mother immediately took the son to the room, closing the thickets of Dirga's babble that refused his help. That's a mother, will still do even though she gets rejection from her child. Moreover, the middle-aged woman was also very well aware of the condition of her son, plus the story that was told by his son also made him think that Dirga still considers himself a unlucky carrier for women—although Dirga did not know each other with the woman. As a mother, the middle-aged woman also felt unsure if what her son experienced was a curse of past mistakes. Because, there is no fatal mistake whatsoever that makes Dirga have to bear his suffering for several years. The mother also did not want to assume this was a curse for her son, she just needed to find out the exact cause that made Dirga experience this bad thing. The curse does not exist.

The humming sound was clear, indicating that the mother had just closed the door to her room. Right after, a long sigh was simply wasted, again he returned to this brown chair, looking at the rain from behind the bedroom window. What can he do in this room? Just sit and stare at the passing vehicle. This happens in the next few days. Persuading the mother is useless. Until the fifth day, the man just got permission to move outside the house. Doesn't her life look sad under the hands of her mother?

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The weather this morning was clear with a little cloud cloud overcast, Dirga drove alone to his place of work. On his way, the man took the time to buy a little food for him to hope. There was a clanking sound from the bells attached to the door minimarket, both legs moving, carrying themselves on a shelf that contained a lot of food stomach. It did not take long until he walked to the cashier, his hand reaching into the wallet in his new coat to take some money to make payment for the food he had taken. However, when the valuable sheet will be placed, suddenly his body froze to see the cashier guard was troubled to take care of all the items under the cashier table, especially only he was a minimarket. Even with one breath, Dirga put the money without asking for change— will take a lot of time to wait for the cashier to give the change.

"I sell it myself. The money is under the staples. The Mbaknya finish it first," he said by showing the amount of goods he took while walking out the minimarket.

The man had brought himself into the car to continue the journey to the car showroom as his workplace selling and car rental. Just a few meters his car drove, suddenly both eyebrows furrowed, his head slightly tilted because of something familiar he had just felt. "The face does not look foreign" he murmured.