Me And You Under The Rain
A Shadow

Dirga had just grabbed the keys of the car lying on the glass table of his room. The two black-shoeed male limbs stepped towards a car that was the longest in this place. It has been a few days personally did not give his attention to the car with the old series. And today is what makes him give attention to the car. He will take her for a walk.

Although this car is often touched, never once he checked. And after examining the entire interior of this car, he found a small black pouch. A brief stop on the shoulder of the road to check the contents of the bag. Both of his eyes were bulging, his eyebrows bent in shock because of a pair of rings that fell on his palm. The owner of the car left him. Even because of curiosity made Dirga try the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, which corresponds to its size.

He will not refuse if he wants a partner ring, just like other men in general. It was only a few seconds, before finally his sense of regret reemerged. I don't know who he wants to blame. With a heavy sigh, he let go of the ring. But, baby, something happened to him. The ring reluctantly leaves Dirga's ring finger, causing the man to panic. Nevertheless, his efforts are still going on. To the extent that Dirga opened one of the glass windows, because the air conditioner was not able to make the sweat bulir was lost.

"Great!!"

A dozen minutes passed and did not produce any results. The bead shimmered in all directions in search of a store. Dirga got out of the car, walking alone with the energy he still muster to remove the ring. The ring finger is very red, because it continues to be forced to stay away from the precious metal. Even so with his other fingers, very sore. However, in the midst of his steps, someone had just pulled one of his shoulders. His body staggered a little.

"I'm sorry, but may I ask?" ask the woman.

Out of nowhere, the woman suddenly asked him to speak. The man observed the woman in its entirety. However, unanswered by the question, Dirga witnessed it firsthand when the woman's gaze was not for him. In his view, he was not being polite with someone who had just been attacked just like that. In fact, it did not cause any guilt on the woman's face.

"Who are you? Suddenly pulling my shoulder, and not being this polite," Dirga replied.

"I'm sorry," his jade, the woman's gaze was still focused in another direction. It was as if there was someone else present here. "But, did something strange happen to you? I just wanted to make sure of it" the woman asked.

Dirga increasingly gave an unpleasant face, the actions of the woman were more disrespectful to him. He was very unhappy with the current situation, making him want to immediately remove himself from the presence of the woman. "Surge! Don't block the road!" he was the one who immediately drove away.

"The woman still continues to follow him," said the woman named Sakura while staring at the departure of two different figures of nature.

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His efforts did not make this ring detach, even with the help of any slick does not help him. Frustrated, finding no solution for himself. The presence placed both hands on the steering wheel, followed by his head which was also placed there. When the maniknya closed and can not see anything, suddenly his hand shifted just like that to touch the hazard light button. That instant, the tightness of his eyes made Dirga get a flash of chronological shadow of an event in just a fraction of a second. Dirga quickly opened both eyes, surprised instead of playing with what he found just now.

The man pulled his hand from the button of the hazard lamp, staring at his palm for a moment with a forehead that had been filled with sweat. His heart was pounding, trying to normalize his body before finally choosing to drive this car to his dealer. He did not remember very clearly with the series of events, there were only the figures of men and women he caught. I don't know, Dirga did not catch the face of the man and woman.

"What was that?" ask him to yourself.

When the car drove a few meters, his gaze caught the figure of the woman who had been rude to him. Yes, Dirga remembered the question asked by the girl. Soon the man aligned this car with the woman. In fact, Dirga lowered her car window, calling the woman she didn't know was her name. "Hey! Wait a minute," he exclaimed.

Feeling called, Sakura turned to her right side, finding the figure of the man who was trying to call her. The woman stopped her steps, slightly bowing her body as the man spoke to her.

"Lo was the—"

Not only did Dirga finish his sentence, the woman immediately entered the car. However, with disrespect Sakura again occupied the back seat, making Dirga look like a driver.

"Gue didn't take a ride,"

"I'm sitting in front, I'm not your driver,"

Sakura did not chimed in Dirga's sentence just now, only a glance of her gaze was directed at the bench next to the man. "The seat was filled with other passengers. And about this passenger that I want to talk about," said Sakura.

As a sceptic as the man looked at the bench next to him, there was nothing he caught. He still considered if the woman's speech was just a careless speech without evidence. However, Dirga tried to plug the ears, hearing the explanation given by the woman.

"There was a woman who was wearing a pink dress, long hair, and her face was pale sitting next to lo. His bare feet were covered in blood,"

Sakura instantly shifted her gaze as the female figure turned her head towards him. The woman did not dare to look at the face of the figure at this close distance. However, the two manics glanced at Dirga's hand and the figure of the woman. "You guys are connected by a red thread" he said. His body creeps instead of playing while venturing out all his sentences.

In the car there was silence, none of them talking or making strange noises. Sakura couldn't hold herself here any longer. His explanation earlier was also enough to give the man information. Sakura rushed out through the door opposite the entrance.

"It's clear, isn't it? I'm leaving," concluded Sakura.

After the woman's departure, Dirga was not able to take out a word at all, he again saw the chair next to him that did not display any figure there. Then just a few minutes later, Dirga returned to drive the car to return to its place. However, there is no stopping Dirga's head is only the characteristics of the woman mentioned. Suddenly, his body was shivering strongly. Either something happened, or just because he was carried away afraid of stories from women he did not know.

"No way, strangely enough, the story of the woman" said Dirga reassured himself. It was as if all the woman's words were just the wind passing by.

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Upon arriving at home with a tired body, Dirga brought herself into the room. He wanted to release all his fatigue, lay his body on a soft mattress after his body was refreshed. It was all new in his imagination, until finally Dirga stepped towards the mother who sat in the living room while watching the evening show. His faint smile was embedded as their gazes met each other. The man chose to sit down and hugged his mother's legs.

"Why? How about going out again?" ask the mother.

"Mom, I'm gonna ask you, man,"

"Ask what?"

"What is red thread?"

Hearing his son's question, the activities of watching the show that night paused. The mother's attention was placed entirely on Dirga. His face displayed a slight smile, as if the question was interesting to answer.

"The red thread is usually symbolized as a soul mate" replied the mother. However, his son was silent. "Why? Is there another woman you've taken?" ask the mother.

"Ey, I'm not interested in any woman" replied Dirga who immediately rose from his position. The man let out a long sigh, putting both of his hands into his jacket pocket before leaving the mother in that place. His memory goes back to the words of the woman who said about her being bound by a red thread by the invisible figure of the woman.

"Is that the cause?"