Me And You Under The Rain
Heavy Breath Blowing

Dirga's face did not display a satisfactory look during the day he tried to see and make sure the scar but did not produce anything. The man lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling. Both of his legs were hanging on the bed. Both of his hands were on his back, releasing his fatigue all day. It felt so tired, wanting to really rest completely, but the sound of knocking on the door shifted his attention.

Dirga got up, intending to open the door, unfortunately the mother had entered first. He waited only for his step until he stopped right in front of him with a gentle smile.

"Mom doesn't know you're home. You know the lunch box is on the table" said the mother.

Dirga still put on his smile, he nodded for a moment before answering him. "Yes, mom. I went in, my mother was not there. So, I put it there," he said.

There's no counterpart of a middle-aged woman. Both of them were suddenly silent as the mother was looking at her eldest son in peace. However, the silence did not last long when Dirga told her mother about her cousin's allergy.

"Mom, this afternoon when I brought food for Ryan and me, there was a food containing garlic," Dirga paused, the mother nodded while listening to all the words of her son. "I know, and I realized that if you eat garlic. I also know that Ryan has a garlic allergy. But, I intentionally did not tell him," he added.

"Ryan has a garlic allergy?! Well, mom doesn't know at all. How is it going? What's bad, no?" ask the mother in a hurry.

Dirga's face did not show any expression, only silent silence when the look on the face of the mother looked so worried. His mother had not heard any further explanation. Yeah, Dirga was a little disappointed to hear that. He took a breath before answering all the questions of his mother.

"It's bad, but it can be overcome. I hurriedly found a cure for him. But why are you worried, anyway? Instead I benefit this moment to mengelesein my problem," said Dirga.

"meaning?"

Dirga threw his breath so heavy, because the mother did not understand at all. "Mom, why did Sakura come here and be suspicious of Ryan? Not Sakura, but the ghost," Dirga saw her mother nod her head, then resumed her sentence. "Well, I should be able to check the scar on his back, unfortunately he won't take off his shirt at all. In fact, this is the right moment," he concluded.

"But, are you not like your own cousin? He's allergic, but you're doing it to solve the problem,"

Dirga averted his gaze for a moment before looking back at the mother with a heavy breath. The person has no feelings, but the perpetrator most suspected by all of them is Ryan. And all the disturbances that have been found lately also make his love a little disappear towards his cousin.

Hearing and thinking about all the actions of his son made the woman pay silent while fondling. Honestly, as a mother, she did not want her son to continue to be in the circle of problems that never ended. Although he was also worried about his nephew because of his negligence who did not know the allergy. Perhaps, for this time only the mother will side with Dirga.

"Yes, yes. I'm on your side,"

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Sakura since returning from work only looked at the screen of the phone that did not display any notifications. Many times open the lock screen, hoping something comes to his phone.

"Free, new hp but nothing new. At least send a message, that is," he chanted alone.

The woman was flattening her body on the mattress until it bounced. His hands were on his back on the bed, with his cell phone to the left of his head. Looking back, unfortunately it is still the same as the previous days. So upset, Sakura turned her body around, snatching the phone quickly.

Dirga and his boss at work.

The woman again said her phone on the bed and laid her body with a full feeling of annoyance. Could it be or not, if Sakura says she misses Dirga? The two have not met again for a few days.

"I'm the one who starts, anyway? Why doesn't he call or text, then?"

His face suddenly looked so lethargic, because the longing was getting smoldering. He felt that he needed to lower his prestige to make a chat with the man he was currently with longed for. Even with one long breath, Sakura finally ventured to open the message and type the message.

It was not easy, because he had to repeatedly type and delete all his sentences. Despite trying to lower her prestige, Sakura still does not want to look like someone who misses the man. There, Sakura will be Dirga months.

However, when he was about to start typing a new sentence again, kicking the woman was surprised by the sudden incoming call. Yes, the call comes from a man who has since disturbed his calm.

"She's on the phone" she said in a bit of a panic. Sakura got ready and neutralized her throat before answering the call. "Hello,"

"For a long time, what the hell do you want to say?"

Sakura was speechless, between annoyance and shame mixed into one. That means, since Dirga has been watching him. Then, why not call? Waiting until Sakura had to repeatedly remove her typing.

"So, why are you calling me? I wasn't done yet" asked Sakura.

"Because I can't stand it. Wait to type lo. In that case, I can all hear your voice,"

Hearing that sentence, Sakura could not help but smile. He felt blushed, and his sense of longing had also paid off with this chat. Indeed, although this chatter seems to be arguing, but successfully made both cheeks cause a red tinge.

"Lo miss me?" ask Sakura.

The question was not answered by Dirga long enough, making Sakura think if the call was interrupted. Several times he called Dirga's name, there was no answer from him. Sakura herself got confused and a little upset.

"The Dirga? You still hear my voice, don't you? Huh hello? How come there's no sound?" wonder Sakura.

He went back to checking his phone which both calls were still connected to. In fact, Sakura was unable to hear the sound of Dirga's breathing from behind the call. However, Sakura suddenly made a silence after hearing Dirga's sentence which surprised her enough.

"If I said 'yes', would I get something like my answer?"