Dew Under the Rain
The Sweet First Kiss

"Ra, yes. I'm not okay. We went to the cafeteria, yeah. I'm sure you haven't had breakfast." He hugged his best friend's arm and walked out of class.

They deliberately skipped for the first lesson. Let be punished also they both do not care, which is important togetherness. As they walked towards the canteen. Their four eyes caught Galang as well as Siska in the guidance teacher's room.

"Mbun, that's Galang, isn't it?"

"He uh."

"What did they do?" asked the curious Naura who slowly settles eavesdropping behind the wall. The dew hit Naura's upper arm softly. He did not want to interfere in Galang's affairs to punish Siska.

"Ra, come. Let's get caught truant, loh."

Naura did not care, she was busy sharpening her hearing. Dew turned his head to the right and left watching around. Although forbidding Naura, he still keep the movements of his best friend.

"Sir, I came here to complain about Siska's behavior towards Dewun," Galang said to the pelontos-headed saint teacher with the stocky body.

The saint looked at Siska and Galang alternately. He frowned confused, the victim concerned was not in front of him. It is precisely Galang who has no connection with the two who came to drag Siska.

"Why did you come, Galang? Where's dew? He should have complained to me. Not your ka" said the Saint with a little joking. Galang put his hand on his thigh.

"Grow too good to complain Siska here, sir. So I acted!" replied Galang again who made Dewun blush embarrassed to hear his girlfriend defend him.

Siska looks careless to hear Galang's praise for Dewun. Saint mangosteen.

"What did you do to Dew, Siska?" Santo's attention was fixed on Siska who was turning a lazy eyeball. "Do I have to call Dew to be presented here?"

"No need, sir. I will explain it to you, "tapal Galang who is now advancing at the front to protect Dewun.

"Alright, please."

"Siska has long liked me, sir," said Galang began his words that were answered by melengos by Santo. His lower lip advanced a few centimeters forward.

"Hem, feelings! You're so handsome, but you're more handsome than I am. Please continue," he said, self-aware. Galang chuckled for a moment. Then continue his words.

"I've never seen her as a woman, sir."

"So, what do you see him as? The shape is only a woman, really," cut the Saint who slowly makes Galang quietly look firmly towards the Saint. "Sorry, sorry."

"I never liked Siska. I love Dew, and we're dating now."

"What does this have to do? How you're convoluted, anyway, Lang!" saint's protest was impatient.

"Siska's picking up the Dew, and I don't like that!" said Galang full of emphasis. Santo looked startled and looked at Galang who had risen from his seat.

"I hope you can act decisively to Siska. Excuse me."

"Lang, Marion!" shouted the Saint who was trying to rise up after Galang. However, his steps came to a halt as he remembered Siska before him.

Naura gasped to her feet counting the ants on the wall, while Dew misbehaved.

"What are you doing here?" Galang's eyes were fixed on the Dew.

"Mbun, I went to class first, yeah. Bye." Naura left them both. Dew was also confused where to go, in fact he was still nervous considering the events of this morning.

"Me, get into class first yeah, Lang." The dew hurriedly left, but Galang confronted him. He clasped the Dew's wrist.

"My company is truant, Mbun."

"But, Lang."

"Mbun, I love you so much."

"My hands are a warning, Lang."

Galang mumbled a smile and then let go of Dew's hand for a moment, reaching into his pants pocket. Take a handkerchief and wipe the palm of the Dew.

"Still remembering?" Dew shaking. "Let's look there, Mbun," pointed Galang towards the twig. Dew followed his directions, looking up at the surroundings. Galang softly kissed his lips. The dew gasped in shock and circulated his gaze, he was afraid that anyone would see.

"Ck! You have a hobby of not seeing the situation!" protesting the Dew that looked down embarrassed and tucked his hair in the earlobe.

"Udah, yuk. We'll walk again."

"Where are you going, Lang? What if you get caught by Mr. Saint?"

"Nothing, I'm willing to be punished just as you are."

"That's a hell of a bitch." The two of them walked leisurely while enjoying the beautiful back garden of the school.

"Grow, Galang!" shouts Saint from the end of the garden door. He raised his hand pointing towards the two. Galang also Dewun instead of running away in fear even smiled amusedly.

"These are you," whispered Galang to the chuckling Dew remembering his words earlier. The saint approached them with a thousand steps.

"You two, respect the flagpole!" his order that made both of them murmur, lucky morning sun healthy.

The two ran towards the place in question, leaving the still exhausted Saint chasing after the two.

"Grabbing ... Hue ...!" he shouted with a breath that was already boring.

Adolescent delinquency does make youth more alive. Dewun and Galang are experiencing a new puberty feel love and always want to be together even though Juna forbid desperately but he can what. Not everyone is the same as him who focuses on pursuing his dream of becoming a surgeon.

Juna was still in his room, he was working his day. He lay staring at the ceiling of his room. The girl who had crossed his mind yesterday. Not about love, but a strange feeling considering the attitude of the girl who made him pray not to meet again with her.

Juna shuddered, he did not imagine if the girl slept beside him and became his wife.

"I swear, man. Don't see that crazy girl again, huh!" he said he immediately got up looking for Marni.

"Mom" called him as soon as he came out of the room. Juna walks into the kitchen but finds no angel without her wings. Juna walked through the house to the backyard. There's only Roy there who's loyal to his big scissors.

"Where's mom, sir?"

"Your mother to the market."

"Oh, you're not nganterin?"

"Your mother doesn't want to." Juna's mouth was round, he was standing next to Roy. Then take a broom, collect the grass used Roy pieces. He knelt down to pick up the rest of the green grass.

"Sir, we should not just refuse the application for Dew."

"Emang why?"

"I think the Dew is still too small, sir."

"Lang, it is not good to refuse the proposal that comes. That's pamali. Let it go, we can't be selfish. If Dew really likes Galang, how? We should also consider the feeling of Dew."

"But, Sir. I haven't thought in that direction. This, Dew, sir," protests Juna who is so worried about the future of Dewun. Even though Dewun was fifteen years old, but Juna still saw him like a Kindergarten child.