Me And You Under The Rain
Jealous

They are getting longer in that place. Sakura sat down next to Dirga who had managed to set herself up, with a warm drink in the man's hand as her sedative. There is still no chatter between the two, Sakura herself did not dare to ask anything, although she was curious about what happened to Dirga. There was a little awkwardness in the silence.

This situation was realized by Dirga, the man turned to Sakura who was playing with pebbles alone. The person handed over his warm drink to Sakura, because the cold tonight is enough to puncture the skin to the bone.

"Drink, nih," said Dirga.

"No us—"

"Udah, don't argue,"

Dirga immediately gave his drink to the woman. Let Sakura also warm her body. I realized that the two of them had been here too long. Just a few minutes after Sakura drank the warm drink, Dirga immediately invited Sakura to go from there.

The man got up first, pulling Sakura's wrist to get up from there. He made no sound at all, taking the woman into the car. In his heart, there was a bit of guilt for making Sakura go away for too long like this. Plus, the woman did not complain at all when she was with him.

The car had driven off, leaving a place capable of making memories in their heads. Although the crash site is still filled with officers, Sakura and Dirga still choose to avoid it. Luckily, no one saw that the woman was with them. It's not about not wanting to take responsibility, it's just that if they are asked for information about what happened, Dirga and Sakura can't go to that place anymore.

"Why do I feel guilty about that woman?"

"Gue also felt guilty" Dirga said.

Both of them were silent, busy with their own thoughts, remembering the place they had visited until they finally met the woman. However, after a few minutes of silence, Sakura raised her face first, turning her head quickly towards Dirga with a slight sense of worry. He held the hand of the man who was holding the steering wheel.

"Dirga," he called, until he made Dirga cleared his throat. "That means the person who hit the woman has followed us. He's going to chase us again" he said.

Hearing this, Dirga suddenly thought about it. This is his personal car, which he uses every day. Maybe he was not worried about it, but Dirga thought about the woman he was with.

"For the time being, let's try to calm down first. As long as there's nothing, I think they're just ngincer the girl,"

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Dirga had just arrived in his room, he put himself on the bed while relaxing all the muscles that felt so stiff. The man looked at the ceiling of his room. With a tired body, he still uses his brain to think. To the point that, something remembered in his head.

"Oh yeah, lately I've never had a shadow of anything else. Is this problem almost over?"

For a moment of thought, Dirga instantly raised both of her shoulders briefly. Because, he did not want to think about it at this time. Other than his tired body, that person felt his heart so light. Both corners of his lips were also easily pulled upwards. Although the air conditioner in his house has not been lit, his body feels quite cool. I don't know, maybe it was the nighttime that made it this way. Or maybe not.

"Focus is the same problem first" he said, patting his own cheek.

Still with his hands attached to his cheeks, suddenly Dirga was knocked away when something. The man sits upright with his head pointed at the source of the sound. His heart was getting faster when he saw the table in his room suddenly fall. There was no earthquake or strong wind. Really, Dirga himself is still confused about it. The table is heavy.

Because of the loud clashing sound that brought the mother who was equally surprised. Running fast to make sure the condition of his son who just came home. The middle-aged woman also shut her mouth, confused and unable to make a sound at the table.

"Mom don't worry. Maybe there is something idle," he said, trying to calm the mother.

"Who else wants to catch us? Didn't you agree to help the woman's spirit get revenge?"

That also made him confused, why the ghost even bothers him again. In fact, he had complied to find the perpetrator who had harassed to kill him. The man was unable to answer the mother's question, because he was also afraid of mispronouncing. Only a smile could she give the mother, taking her mother out of the room so as not to return to see the scenery in her room.

"The most female ghost is playing with me, Mom. Kan Sakura has said that she likes me" she said, leading her mother down the stairs.

"Likes? Jealousy?"

Well, Dirga really hates to admit that. Just because the female spirit liked her, she was jealous because Dirga had imagined Sakura. Is that true?

The person told the mother to rest immediately, because time has shown past midnight. He walked back to the room to clean up the mess. Dirga did not want to comment at all, reluctant to add to the problems on this night. He decided to enter the bathroom.

In his step, his eyebrows slowly flexed, and slowed down his pace. Until Dirga finally turned his head quickly, where there was no one in this room. Willing to turn around, his feelings began to feel bad, but he still forced to restore his body position. Dirga was thrown a few meters to hit the wall of his room. Had difficulty breathing, but Dirga still trying to get up.

The female spirit had appeared within a few meters of her with anger. "Why attack me?! Because I like Sakura? That's a natural thing. He is human, I am human too. I can't like to go back the same way," he said, holding back his chest pain.

Right after Dirga finished her sentence, her body felt so stiff, it was completely immovable. Dirga sure, if the spirit of the woman was very angry when he said this. He did not know how to escape from the spirit of the woman. The man tried to think back.

"But in exchange for revenge in the past you will be avenged. No more grudges in the future" Dirga said.

The figure released Dirga, staring at the man for a moment before finally disappearing from before Dirga. While the man's body felt so limp, his breathing was also irregular. One of his hands was directed at his temple which felt so sore. I don't know if his skin is injured and bleeding.

Compared to her feelings of joy, the spirit of the woman was more concerned with her revenge on the perpetrator. Yeah, Dirga just realized that. He raised his face with a sharp eye glint when behind the retina, there was something he was imagining.