Rain for Airin
20 Eps. Memories of Rain

"Zia, let's go. It's been drizzling this."

Keano sped up his steps towards the car he parked on the edge of the park.

Looking back to make sure Zia followed him. He sighed when he saw Zia stopping the speed of his bike, then looked up.

Her tiny mouth was wide open, as if wanting to eat the falling rain water touching her face. Keano slightly pulled the tip of his lips, but did not last long. Because the drizzle is slowly getting louder.

Keano immediately approached Zia.

"Come on, Zia," he asked as he pulled the little girl's hand.

"Zia likes the rain, Om. Yes, Zia was playing with the rain for a while," Zia's pinta, looking at Keano expectantly, with her clear round eyes.

'Argh. Why is she so cute?!' keano Inner, until the anxiety is made.

"Alright," said Keano who got a hug from Zia.

Inevitably Keano only agreed even though he did not actually agree. Who knew he would bear the anger of Zia's parents, for letting the little boy play with the rainwater.

Who told them to neglect their duty to take care of their children?

Keano stuffed Zia's mini super bike into the trunk of the car. Fortunately, the tiny size can fit there. Do not forget to also take the umbrella that is always provided in the car, then immediately use it to dispel rainwater that has made some of the body and clothes wet.

From where he stood he saw Zia dancing under the rain. A sweet smile continued to crack from her tiny lips that occasionally twitched. It seems like Zia is singing.

Suddenly Keano remembered someone. A girl who loves the rain.

Until the memories emerged....

...*...

Keano looked at Airin's wet face with rain. No less soaked with his appearance now.

They are currently in the middle of a basketball court. The bell from school sounded a while ago. Making the two lovebirds free to play rainwater without caring for the careless gazes of the teachers.

"Airin. "call Keano, still watching Airin closely.

"Yes?"

"What are your dreams for the future?"

Airin frowned. Staring at Keano's monolid netra for a moment, his smile broke, and suddenly his white cheeks met with red.

"Married to you."

Sufficient answers made Keano flinch. He didn't think Airin would say that.

"Are you proposing to me?" keano Goda.

"I'm not asking you to get married. That's what happened to me when I was asked about the future."

"Well, I'll help you make your dream come true."

Cup.

Keano kissed Airin's lips at a glance. The one was rewarded with a blow to the chest by the girl who was holding back the embarrassment.

How not?

The two of them were witnessed by the students who had not yet returned home and were still in the school hall. Among them was Celia who was looking with a look of horror. It was as if anyone who was the target would be eaten round and round.

"Cie... Cie...." The students on the sidelines began to cheer on them.

"The world seems to belong to both, the others just rent it" chirped one of them.

...*...

Keano smiled amusedly recalling the memories of a few years ago. Until he forgot Zia who had been playing in the rain for too long.

Too washed away with the memories of the past to let Zia bathed in mud there.

"Pa... Mats... Mats... Seconds time. There's no way I can stop—Eh, wrong lyrics .... "

Keano almost laughed out loud hearing Zia's cuteness.

"Pa... Mats... Mats... Rain sound over genting—"

"Zijah. Already yuk? It will hurt." Keano immediately paused Zia's singing.

"For the hell out, Om. Main yuk? Temenin Zia."

Keano chuckled small.

"Already dong. You will be sick later. Om, don't like the rain."

"Why?"

"Previously liked. But not now."

"Why not now?"

"Because, the rain reminds me, Om the same... Ai—Because Om is an adult. That's all." Keano immediately corrected his words.

Feeling no need to tell Zia her past. He was sure that the little girl would not understand, and would keep asking until she was satisfied with Keano's answer.

Zia looked at Keano, as if asking for more answers.

"Well, if you're an adult, you can't play in the rain, huh?"

Well, this kid.

Keano closed his eyes for a moment while adjusting his breath. Then he replied, "Because the rain can make Om sick, Zia."

Zia.

"Yes. Zia lase."

Zia got up, approaching Keano with her muddy body. Makes the guy roll his eyeballs–jengah–while grunting rough.

'If only she wasn't cute, I might have left her in the garden, ' Keano thought, watching Zia's really dirty clothes.

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"Stop, Om!" peekkik Zia's.

...***...

Celia woke up from her sleep in a state that was not okay. The sensitive area is very painful. He never felt this much pain if he did it with anyone other than Keano.

"Suck!" objurgation.

Trying to get out of bed, but failing. He wants to call Keano to help her get back to the hotel. But soon canceled, because given the attitude of ketus her ex-husband.

Suddenly his vision began to blur, covered in clear water that had descended from the eye peluhan.

"Why should I cry? Have I not done this often? But this hurts ... "taste Celia while biting her lower lip.

His gaze descended upon his body that was already like a leopard. Then back to lay a plain body without a thread. His head throbbed again, as he recalled Keano's attitude towards him.

Keano was found to be sicker than being harassed by a group of unknown men.

Pull out a thick blanket under the bed, then submerge yourself in it. Cry at will, before finally falling asleep.