Me And You Under The Rain
Appear Himself

The car with two mothers and a child was parked in a shopping mall. Both are down with the intention to fill the needs of the house that has been reduced every month. Make this activity a monthly routine, where they will spend a lot of money around the shopping center.

The middle-aged woman held her son's arm, stepped up to pick up a shopping trolley. Banged Dirga into a large and well-equipped fruit shop. What the man could do other than follow his mother, took control of the trolley as his mother went to a basket filled with local fruits. Choose a lot of these fruits as supplies at home. While Dirga, he waited at a distance of several meters from the mother's place. Quiet yourself with the view that circulates to all corners of this shopping center. Maybe something caught his attention.

"Dirga," the mother called.

The man's attenuation was broken, pushing the trolley closer towards the mother. The two manics saw his mother holding a mango with a smile. I don't know, Dirga doesn't know what the dip is

his mother smiled at the fruit. The mother's gaze shifted to her, showing the fruit just below her sense of smell. Only the fragrant aroma of the fruit entered his nose. He did it for his mother, who must have been eager to buy the fruit. However, he saw his mother return to pick up another fruit.

The fruit that the mother holds today reminds her of a memory related to her lover when they came to a fruit store. The striking orange color is her lover's favorite. "Nadia likes oranges. I also want oranges, ma'am," said Dirga.

Staring at Dirga at a glance, the middle-aged woman obeyed the wishes of her only son. With just one head nod before his hands moved to put the fruits they wanted into the plastic to weigh. Together with his son, they move to pay. And Dirga had to wait for a few minutes, because he was stuck in the queue of several other people.

In fact, only a few minutes they are here, but Dirga has started to feel bored—let alone wait for the queue. His hand took the phone to relieve the boredom. The bead didn't move from the screen at all, before something made him feel uncomfortable. Someone he didn't know looked at him strangely, even the person to the point of standing in front of him for quite a while. Dirga lowered his phone, put it back in his pocket.

"Be careful," that is the word spoken from the mouth of presence before Dirga. One of his index fingers was also pointed directly at Dirga's face. "He has a grudge" said the man again.

And right after the man had succeeded in getting him swallowed up in curiosity, the figure had disappeared from before him as the mother approached him. Dirga lost the figure before he asked a lot. However, one thing that makes men realize is that he does not cover his left hand. Even the hand that was being held by his mother was directly put in his pocket. Dirga forgot to bring gloves, because it was not his habit. In fact, he suddenly felt uncomfortable after the incident.

After shopping for fruit, the two went back around the shopping center. Looking for other locations that his mother wanted to visit. The man could only surrender, his hand kept him stuffed into his pocket without intending to re-expose. The more days, Dirga admitted he was increasingly afraid of things that lately often happened. He regretted wearing the ring just because of his curiosity. The person also failed to remove the creepy ring after using it in many ways. And today he actually got back what is related to the figure of the woman.

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Upon arrival at the house Dirga rushed to the kitchen to find something that could be useful to remove the ring from it. Poured quite a lot on his ring finger. Stand on the sink while pulling the ring. Instead of being detached, instead one of his fingers sprained, making him endure the pain with a voice that he also endured. His hands had been covered in a lot of oil, squatting under the sink for hiding his own hands on the body folds of— while crouching.

"Why is his hand full of oil?" ask the mother.

Dirga immediately turned his palms upside down, he showed a hand with a ring. Dirga explained to her mother what had recently made her think about it all day. Which made the mother surprised to hear it too. For years they had no clue about something that Dirga experienced, and this year there are many things that become the way to straighten out all these problems.

"That's why you asked about the red thread?"

"Yes," Dirga replied with a nod.

Lying if the mother is not surprised and shrouded in worry. His son had been connected by someone invisible and had a grudge—entah on whom the grudge was aimed. In fact, after hearing the explanation, the mother tried to help her son pull out the ring with all his strength. However, the result is nil. Even using oil that is so slippery, it is not able to make the ring finger of his son free from the ring. It is also impossible if they use a crushing device, instead of destroying the ring, it is Dirga's hand that will be his victim.

Dirga could not bear to see the look on the face of the mother who began to worry about her. He said, Dirga was a little sorry to tell the truth to the mother if it would end up making her mother unsettled. Then one of his hands was moved to give a warm grip on the woman he respected so much. "Mom don't worry too much. I'm also trying to figure out everything I've been doing for the past few years. Hold it for a while, it's good we get a lot of clues," said Dirga who just want his mother to calm down.

"Please tell mom everything you got. I also want to know who is the woman who has disturbed you. What exactly does he want to do to make you like this for years" the mother said.

"Yes, mom. I'll tell mom everything,"

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His entire body had been exposed to the oil, he decided to immediately bring himself to the bathroom to clean it up. His clothes are also very dirty due to the oil that sticks. The man undid all his clothes, leaving behind black shorts. Then turn on the tap of water to wash both hands with soap that is there. All of his fingers were also not passed. In fact, Dirga also washed his face after his hands were free of oil.

His right hand was on one side of the sink, his other hand was pulling his hair back. It was just that, when the two manics opened, from the reflection of the mirror he clearly saw the two hands encircling his body. His head lowered to look directly, and realized if his view was wrong. And there was nothing in his body. Only, when his chin was raised again, Dirga could not help but shout spontaneously when he saw the pink-clothed female figure from the mirror reflection, right to the left of his body.

"Yeah!!"