Me And You Under The Rain
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The tears continued to flow profusely, almost imperceptible along with the flushing rain. Behind a woman's body was a man standing with a black umbrella, and one of his hands in a coat pocket. The man stared silently, listening to Sakura's whole heart.

Holding a tombstone stuck in her mother's grave, Sakura spills out regret and everything that happened to her last night. The soft hand rubbed the mother's engraved name, doing the same with the father's tombstone.

"Sakura's really sorry about you guys. Can't take care of yourself" he said with a sigh of tears.

It felt so stifling to see Sakura crying in front of the graves of her parents. Dirga held out the umbrella she carried, blocking the rain so as not to wet Sakura's body more. The man also stared at the tomb. His chin was raised, looking at something not far from the tomb. The grave of his ex-girlfriend.

The person handed his umbrella to Sakura, he walked to the tomb of Nadia— ex-lover. His face is the same, but the difference is there is a sense of relief in Dirga's heart about the perpetrator who made the woman. The man crouched down, holding a gravestone engraved with the name of his former lover. Dirga's face smiled, as if returning Nadia's smile from behind the beautiful land. Yes, he could feel how happy Nadia was when the perpetrator had been captured.

"I know you're relieved, because I'm just as relieved, too" Dirga paused. Her hands still gently rubbed the pretty name. "There are no more worries for you. But I still hate the rain" he said.

While the conversation was still going on, he heard the sound of approaching steps. Yes, Dirga knows if Sakura is standing behind him. He felt his back being touched by the woman. Once again Dirga smiled at the grave of her former lover, before she finally stood up to say goodbye.

He and Sakura finally leave the place. Walk under the same black umbrella, with an equally gray heart. For several meters walking, there was no chatter between the two, still busy with their respective thoughts. Dirga embraced Sakura's body, walking with a gaze that continued forward.

"Gue just found out, if it's your ex's grave,"

Dirga smiled slanted after hearing that sentence. In fact, the man was equally surprised, if the tomb of the Sakura family was close to the tomb of his former lover. Yes, indeed they both had never known before, and never knew if the two were destined to be so close.

"Now you know," replied Dirga. The sentence also made Sakura smile. "But why did your request go to the funeral? In fact, you know it's raining now," he asked.

Given the offer that Dirga would grant, Sakura did choose to be taken to this burial place.

"Lo inget no, my words at that time? Where can the rain hide your cries?" sakura asked who was immediately embraced by Dirga. "My day was a mess, it felt like crying in front of an old man's grave. And it just so happened that it was raining heavily today, so I think this is the place I need" he explained.

Ah yes, Dirga remembered Sakura's words when they had just gotten to know her. And it was the first time he had not seen Sakura's tears clearly under the rain. Then Dirga increasingly tighten his embrace, making Sakura's body more attached.

"From now on, if you want to cry, you don't have to wait for rain. You can show it to me," he said. "After all, you have also indicated," he added.

"Noinguin what?" ask Sakura.

"Everything. Black color," Dirga replied with a glittering smile.

Understanding the meaning of the remark, Sakura turned her head with a sharp look. She unhesitatingly pinched the man's stomach. "Dark blue!"

"Lo think I don't see?"

"Basic pervert!!" sakura's annoyed while chasing after Dirga.

Chasing when it rains like this makes the streets a little slippery. Sakura herself also did not dare to run fast because she was worried that her legs would slip. In fact, Dirga was already in front of him quite far. Indeed, there was no sweat coming out, just that the woman's breath was also stung not strong chasing Dirga anymore. However, his steps suddenly came to a halt when someone stopped his steps. No, it was not a human, but a female ghost who was always next to Dirga.

Very surprised by the existence of the spirit that stopped him suddenly, plus its location is still in the cemetery.

"What's wrong? Why suddenly— akh!"

Sakura moaned in pain as she got a scratch on one of her hands. The woman was quite frightened by the sudden attitude of the spirit. His face was visibly holding in anger, that obstructive gaze was also clearly fixed on him.

"Sakura!!"

It was the voice of Dirga who came back to him, but the female spirit just disappeared. Dirga arrived with a soaked body. He saw one of Sakura's hands being raised with a fairly long claw wound. His blood flowed, making Dirga rush to bring Sakura to the car.

"Not careful, are you?"

Dirga moves to retrieve the medicine box inside the dashboard. He cleaned the wound carefully. Alternately, Dirga stared at Sakura's bead. The woman did not groan at all when her wound was touched.

"Dirga," called Sakura in a raucous voice, making the owner of the name turn his head. "It looks like the ghost is angry because we want the problem, and instead nyelesein the affairs of the former lo," he said.

Dirga's gaze went back down, looking at the wound before his eyes. "Oh, so this wound is from the ghost," Dirga's gaze was suddenly so sharp, as if he did not like the way the female spirit was towards the person who was going to help him. "If so, I'm ready to amputate this finger. Let all of us take it easy to help him get revenge. I am tired of being attacked too. It's as if we can't have time to breathe" he said with great emphasis.

"Don't!" prevent Sakura while holding Dirga's left hand. "Gue does not want anything missing from you just because of the problems we do not do," he said.

Dirga let out a long sigh, he nodded his head in order to obey Sakura's words. The man also rubbed Sakura's head, as if calming the woman not to worry about what she said earlier.

"Today, let's take a break. Not after thinking about anything first. We also need rest" said Dirga and immediately embraced by Sakura.

Still holding Sakura's injured hand, Dirga noticed the wound the woman had gotten. He bent both of his eyebrows, observing the wound in silence. Somehow, he seemed to have his own speculation, but he deliberately covered up to rest themselves.

"Why?" ask Sakura.

"No, kok. It's okay, "he replied as he tidied up the medicine box, then took themselves away from the burial site.