Me And You Under The Rain

Me And You Under The Rain
Wishing Conscious


Today is not like the usual day, which is enough to make the water turn to ice quickly. Plus the heavy rain that has soaked the earth for the past few hours. A man was in the living room, sitting with legs resting and hands folded in front of his chest. He only heard the sound of falling rain, as well as the scent of rain that entered into his sense of smell.


Due to the holiday, Dirga chose to spend his time at home. Besides, where does this guy go? I don't know how long Dirga hasn't been able to see Sakura. The woman actually forbade him to meet her, plus he could not contact her even if he just sent a message. This makes Dirga more suffering, because he was not this frustrated when he experienced it a few years back.


He looked out of the house from the door that was opened wide. Seeing the rush of rain at this time, it reminded him of the incident where he met Sakura for the first time. Yes, when the woman was still a courier delivery boy. Kontan Dirga raised both eyebrows because he had just remembered, if this was exactly one year ago when he met Sakura. And today also coincides with the date of death of her former lover. Oh no, how is this? For a year he had known Sakura, they were still in this circle of trouble.


"For the first time I forgot Nadia" he said.


The man smiled, he was quite relieved that he no longer thought about Nadia on this date of her death. Yes, all his thoughts have been diverted to Sakura, besides Dirga has also calmed down because he has opened the cause of death of all his ex. Yes, although not yet fully he was able to take a deep breath and felt his heart light. There is still one unresolved issue, which still takes time to make itself suffer again.


While his mind was still fixed on that right, suddenly a woman entered his house without knocking or permission from him. With the umbrella that had just been placed in front of the door, the woman entered the house so casually. Dirga up to straighten his back because he did not expect if there would be a guest.


"When did it come here?" ask Dirga.


"Kangen is the same, lo" he replied.


The man could not make a sound anymore when he noticed his cousin sitting right next to him— successively noticed the rain outside. Riana smiled for no reason, making Dirga want to ask him a lot, but she had to be careful to ask him. The man didn't want Hanna to hear him and know all this was just to play him.


While Riana acted so naturally, as if nothing was going on. The girl smiled as she ate the snack on the living room table. He spoke nothing, only silent without bringing his attention to the man next to him.


"Don't joke, why come here?" ask Dirga again. The reason is, Riana needs to be reassured in order to be serious.


"Seriousness. I miss," Riana paused her sentence, re-inserting the two snacks. "Pengen see the face of a fool who makes his own life more complicated," he said again.


"No courtesy. The real talk!" said Dirga who increasingly be firm.


Riana clapped her hands together, removing all the crumbs from the snack she had eaten. Then his body tilted slightly towards Dirga. "Try to think well again. What mistakes you make to make you like this again. Shut yourself off from many people, stay away from all women for fear of bringing bad luck" he concluded.


Right after Riana said it, the girl actually got up from her seat. Before actually leaving the house, Riana went back to face Dirga. "Aware of that. And after that, you should know what to do," said the girl who left Dirga. He walked away under his umbrella.


"Where?" sakura asked the place after Riana entered the car.


"Yes tried to talk to him. We just have to hope that he is aware" replied Riana.


Sakura only fell silent after hearing the brief explanation from the girl. To be honest, all he wanted was Dirga consciousness. Yes, Riana's arrival to come to the man's house was already planned in advance. They both had to make Dirga come to the shaman to beg for himself. Because he is responsible for his own words to the shaman. After all, Sakura's plan did not work because the book had already taken off her hand when she managed to get Hanna.


"Actually, it was a little horrified also when I talked it to Dirga. Because Hanna Mama mah is around her," Riana said.


"Yes I know. Because he also makes me can not talk to Dirga myself. Though, I should have nagged more to him," Sakura replied.


Next to her, Riana suddenly smiled when she heard the sentence that Sakura had just said. The girl could read how Sakura felt at this moment. Not about her upset feelings, but the feelings of romance shown to Dirga.


"Emang can be very happy if you are already in love with my cousin," said Riana.


Sakura suddenly fell silent as she realized the topic of the chat had changed all of a sudden. He looked towards Riana who was still smiling seductively. "Not that. If you're in my position, it must also be the same sprain Dirga," said Sakura with eyeballs that move randomly.


There Riana laughed instead, as if sakura was stuck because of her own words. He resuscitated one of his hands on the windshield, suddenly curious about the story of the two of them. Yes, from the beginning of their meeting which until now is still blocked by ghosts.


"If we tell you everything you know about Dirga. Who knows, there are things he doesn't know. So, let me help you know," said Riana who was generous to give a lot of information about her cousin.


Actually hearing the girl's sentence made Sakura quite interested. Only, he knew absolutely nothing about Dirga other than the problems they had been in. So he was silent because he couldn't say anything.


"Why diem?" ask Riana. He looked at Sakura who turned her gaze in another direction. "Don't tell me you don't know anything about Dirga?" ask Riana again after guessing. However, she did not expect that Sakura would Nod her head.


"Gue only remembered that today was exactly one year after I met him for the first time" Sakura said.


"So sweet," said Riana with a grunt—he said with a flat tone of voice.