The Story About Us
Under the Rainy Gush

Beni decided to go home. Leaving Seno and Parto who are still in Seno's house. Getting a phone call twice from Mbak Lulu is enough to make Beni immediately leave his two friends who are still busy chatting there.

"To. maybe if Indah prefers another guy over me, I can't like that, as Beni I mean.." Seno commented after Beni left her house.

"Keep if you're not sincere what do you want? want a beautiful santet? blow him up, let him want to be with you? our soul mate does not know Sen, when you want to be selfish..!" Parto looked at Seno somewhat annoyed.

"Ealah close the toren.if you like to talk thoughtless! No, that's not it, I'm still sane. It is not possible to use the cake lucknut way to take heart Beautiful, make her dapetin,"

"Lha means not sincere is opo?" parto asked while drinking the rest of the sparkling water in his glass.

"Yes.how sincere if I struggle, I was there for him all this time but. amit-amit if the ending he can not be the same I can piye ngono To, but, ach I don't want to think that's To. Nothing happened to me yet. I'm still optimistic it could be beautiful makmumku poke!"

"PD once you're a brick mold,,"

"Mold brick is also nothing To, whatever you want to call me what. After all, finally this brick mold will print ponakan for you hahaha"

"Cockfighting!"

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After chatting for a long time, Parto said goodbye to Seno to go home. Even though this morning was very bright, even the sun was hot until it made him sweat but, in the afternoon, it was even rained as hard as this. Fortunately, Parto always carried a coat in the chicken's seat. So he did not get soaked because of the rain that came the rames.

The slippery road that was exposed to rain water made Parto carefully drive her chicken motorcycle. He did not want to endanger himself or even others because of his recklessness that speeding when heavy rain like this.

This is raining more and more, I know that I'm going home later.

On the streets that were already quiet because of the swift rain, Parto's eyes saw a woman pushing her motorcycle on the side of the road. I don't know why the bike had to be driven like that. Previously Parto wanted a stupid time and only passed the woman who must be in trouble, it was difficult wong push the motor just try deres gini really. Cuek and stay focused on his sacred journey to get home soon. But, he couldn't be the one who didn't care like that. He stopped his bike right on the side of the road, adjacent to the woman he now knows who it was.

"Why's your motor?" Ask Parto.

So familiar, indeed who is the woman who pushed her motorcycle in the rain?. She's Miss C, Shela.

"O Allah why every time you meet there is a bad luck that happens to me! You can't go that far from me?" Shela wiped her wet face with her hands, removing the dripping rain water soaking her pretty face.

Shela was still pushing her motor, but suddenly lightning boomed. Sounds when loud to deafen anyone who hears it. Make Shela stop her activities. Parto got off the bike immediately.

"Should I answer?" Shela cold. I do not know how long he struggled under the rain while pushing his motorcycle earlier.

"No need. Your motorcycle tire is leaking? How can?" Parto asked again, she took off her coat, put it on Shela's motorcycle seat while hinting to Shela to pick it up.

"Make what? don't want to! people already kadung teles kebes ngene kok, (soaked soaked like this). You don't have to be pretentious and you don't have to ask anymore. I don't like it!"

Shela oh Shela you're actually why, so fond of emotions. Hobbies who nagging, not afraid of tension rising and high blood opo hmm?

"Want me to come home?" Because taking off his coat earlier, making Parto's clothes also wet because of the rain water that has not shown signs will subside.

"You're what exactly is it? I told you not to be so good with me, me.."

"Fear of liking me?" Parto smiled as she could cut through Shela's words. Shela grunts annoyed. So upset.

"How confident are you? I'm sure when others are given shame, in the love of the ration of condolence by the Creator. That's why now you're a shameless person, you don't have to be polite either!"

"I'm not shameless? Don't have any courtesy? You don't know me yet so my value is like that, I'm not really there"

"You're actually worse, right? Don't beat me up. If you want to go, go,"

Do not imagine there will be a scene of Shela shocked because the sound of lightning continues to approach the direction of Parto and hug Parto yes. Nothing like that.

Parto was silent for a moment, she restarted the motor. Selflessly, he left Shela alone in the midst of the torrential rain. Well that's Parto really have the heart, he left just left the coat he just wore and placed on the motorcycle seat Shela.

"Dieh crazy guy! Insensitive, insolent, go there you! I could have stayed in dewean nek kene (alone here). Lanang model opo kuwi, (cow what model cake is it,)"

I'm nagging again. I told him to go, it was Parto's turn to go he was still angry. Didn't Shela leave the parking lot where Mela had her wedding reception after a fight with Parto there? How could he still be here. Under the rain by pushing the bike because the tires deflated.

Maybe it's karma because he didn't say thank you to Parto after helping himself get his bike out of the chaos of the parking lot last afternoon. Actually it is not like that, Shela who had arrived at the house was asked to help her mother to deliver a cake order for customers who celebrate her son's birthday. Shela's mother is very good at making various cakes, therefore many order to Shela's mother.

After delivering a cake order to the customer, who turned out to be his house close to Mela's house, Shela immediately put forward her motorbike to go home. But, it turned out that everything did not go as smoothly as he wanted because in the middle of the road the Shela motorbike was deflated due to lack of wind. Yes, in the blow, done right? Dear readers.that's a deflated motorcycle tire is not a fireball. Maybe the proud Shela would do such an absurd thing.

Why not pinjem the wind pump or to the workshop to increase the wind? it's a problem, it's hard. If it can be that easy later the novel ends dong.

From a distance Shela could hear the sound of a motorbike that was now starting to strange in her ear.