Me And You Under The Rain
Remeted

"I'm sorry for visiting you so late,"

It was the voice of Dirga who was standing in front of the tomb of the lover with his right hand carrying a bouquet of white roses. Dirga crouched down, staring in the tombstone that clearly stated the name of the pujaan. His fingers moved, gently rubbing the beautiful name in the golden-coloured sculpture. It's always the person looking back, considering all the time they spent. His heart was getting sicker remembering all that. With a single deep breath, Dirga chose to stop and rise from his place. Before actually leaving, the man also left a smile while imagining the beautiful and sweet smile of the woman. After ten minutes passed, his legs were moved away from the tomb.

His hands went into the pockets of his coat, his steps passing by other visitors who were also visiting loved ones in this tranquil and peaceful final resting place. Secretly making her smile, Dirga felt grateful to those who still remembered the figure that had left. Those who leave also miss the beloved figure very much, but can do nothing but wait for the arrival of the people they are waiting for. In fact, they are also willing to listen. Although his presence is not real, but can be a loyal listener without worrying about betrayal.

While walking towards the exit, suddenly his head felt a raindrop. As long as it is not raining heavily, Dirga will still maintain the speed of his steps, too lazy to move fast. It's just that, without her guessing if a sudden heavy rain attacked, inevitably Dirga ran to find a place to take temporary shelter. Even he found a small hut, without thinking about the place to protect himself from the things he hated. The person sits down by removing the water that sticks to the fibers of his coat. The sky that was not so cloudy, now looks darker which makes the rain also more heavy. Not knowing how long Dirga had to wait here, there was nothing that allowed him to break through the rain. Then his hands were immediately folded in front of his chest, turning his head in all directions only to see the people walking under the umbrella. Not a few also of those who choose to break through, causing the sound of splashing water from the footwear. And one of them who broke through, just took shelter with him—Dirga just saw from the tail of his eyes.

"Aren't you looking to break in?"

Dirga reckon, the presence threw a question at him, because there were only the two of them in this hut. Then he cleared his throat briefly before shaking his head in response to that impromptu question. His hands were also still loyal in place earlier, as well as his head that did not intend to turn. "Gue doesn't like it,"

"Wet or raining?" ask again.

"Both,"

There was a loud noise before it was connected to the sentence. "It was raining one of the things I was grateful for,"

Right after that answer, Dirga's head slowly turned towards the woman sitting right next to him. A few seconds Dirga looked at the woman's face before the two manics moved and found something that made her curious. "Lo's hurt?" ask Dirga in the end.

The woman next to him poked her lips before nodding, she also slightly raised her bandaged hand to show it to Dirga. The woman's gaze immediately fell on her injured hand. "The gate was this two weeks ago, in a motorcycle accident," the woman pinned a flat smile with a directed look at Dirga to return the man's gaze. "It was my destiny that day. I just need to accept and ngobatin," he added.

"Where was the accident?"

"The famous road crossing is quiet," he replied without hesitation.

Hearing that answer, the folds of his hand just slipped off and made him rise up quickly to avoid the woman next to him. Although there is no definitive evidence, Dirga is very sure if this woman is a motorcyclist who was the victim of an accident at that location. Wait a minute, he did not know if the victim was still alive or not, but his current location is very difficult to support his belief if the victim is still alive. The person ran out of all his sentences, did not know what to do when met with the accident victims a few days ago. The gaze of the woman's caramel eyes seemed confused with Dirga's behavior just now, behind it there was an implied meaning that questioned the reason the man looked at her with patterned eyes.

"Hey, you're not the god of destruction. I'm doing this because my own negligence is not careful,"

Both of them were silent, the woman was staring at the sky that had absolutely no signs of stopping the rain. At a glance he glanced towards the watch in his hand, he had been out for too long and had to head back towards his workplace immediately. He scratched his eyebrows when he thought about making the decision he would make at this moment. He looked at Dirga, asking the man to run with him by saying that the rain was not something to be avoided. Only, Dirga did not move at all with his speech, making him pull the wrist of the man to run together. Although he got rejected, but he managed to take Dirga away from the hut.

"Gue does not want to make you hurt again" said Dirga in the midst of their activities that are breaking through the torrent of rain.

"Then, please take me to my workplace. And I will prove that you are not the one who made me hurt," he replied.

In just less than five minutes the two ran towards the whereabouts of Dirga's car. Without saying much, the woman also entered. Their clothes were half wet, each busy to remove the water. Behind the steering wheel, Dirga looked at the woman next to him in silence, in her mind there was a fear to drive forward her car. However, this silence was realized by the woman, she got a wave of hands right in front of her face. Still doubtful of his actions, instead of proving it was even a disaster that they would find.

"Not to be afraid, you just need to drive carefully and make sure that I am safe until my workplace,"

With a long breath, Dirga finally drove his car away from the cemetery. As the woman said, she did so very carefully. In fact, without touching his chest directly, Dirga was able to feel the heartbeat that was not good. To be honest, hearing the woman's sentence made her feel curious about herself being too far away from the opposite sex for the past few years.

"By the way," said Dirga who finally made a sound. "That time you said that there was a common thread connected between me and the woman. If I could find out, who's that girl?" ask Dirga.

"It turns out he took me," he murmured.

Then the woman turned to Dirga. He shook his head, for there was no more clue that he knew about the woman than the characteristics of the woman herself. Surprisingly, today the woman did not see the existence of women who had been with Dirga. In fact, Sakura also did not see any red thread connected. There were only gloves covering the man's hands.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" tanyakanya.

"Let's not be cold" replied Dirga.

Sakura only nodded her head a few times without any intention of chiming in any further. This kind of thing is natural experienced by someone—entah it's female or male. After all, Dirga himself also does not use it more often