Dew Under the Rain
Traumatized Juna

The Dew is now fifteen years old. His round eyes are still a distinctive feature in him. The long straight waist-length hair was now tied to a ponytail. The school uniform is worn.

"Om you awake?" ask Marni who made breakfast. Dew sat in a murmur as he continued to look towards the bathroom door.

"For a long time Om Juna, Grandma."

"Yes, Om you are. You don't want to be taken by Grandpa?" ask Marnie who is getting older now. Wrinkles on the face have become a natural make up for her. Hair also begins to overgrow a lot of gray hair on the front as well as the side.

Roy came after folding his newspaper earlier. The house they occupied was unchanged from the last time Ratna and Ahmad visited. Just replace the door that the termites eat. The paint also did not change, their situation changed.

Their son lives Juna and is the only one. Although Juna also quite makes them proud of his doctorate. Photos of Juna graduation graduation are neatly displayed on the wall.

The kindergarten Embun graduation moment is also there. Juna who accompanied Dewun during the release of his kindergarten. The picture of the two of them getting along was captured there.

Dew holding a toga complete with his clothes, Juna stood embracing Dew's shoulder by using a long-sleeved shirt rolled up to the elbow, as well as denim-colored jeans complete with a belt.

Many young mothers there think that Juna is a widower of one child. Yes, Juna always took the time to drop off and pick up Dewun.

In fact, many Dewun teachers were captivated by Juna's face which was indeed quite handsome. It has a firm jaw and a pointed nose, making some women fascinated by it.

Juna threw a towel over Dew's face. Then sit down and enjoy a piece of bread. The dew threw away the rough navy-colored square object with a slight slam. The dew exhales violently.

"Om Juna ...!" he said furiously and clenched both hands.

"What?" Juna's face felt innocent, and continued to enjoy the toast Marni made.

Dew's gaze was terrifying and ready to fight with Juna. But the man with muscles in his arms was indifferent and immediately walked to his motorbike.

"Come," he asked who was already on the motor to make Dew turn the eyeball lazy and walk without enthusiasm. Not to forget he kissed Marni Takzim's hand before approaching Juna.

"Grow off, Grandma."

"Yes, be careful, honey," said Marni, who rubbed her shoulders against the arch of a smile. Juna also had been mesam-mesem see the behavior of Dew in the morning.

Juna thrusting a bogo helmet on the Dewun. They were not riding the matic motorbike that Ahmad and Ratna used to drive, now the iron horse belonging to the black Juna CBR. The dew rose, holding the shoulder of his beloved uncle.

"Udah?" ask Juna who is now preparing the road.

"Udah!" dew replied by pursing his lips.

"Smile first dong, new Om anterin," he replied who did know the Dew habit. Dew only draws a line, not a smile that is painted, it is exactly like holding back urination.

Juna laughed crisply and then drove his motorbike tight, as Dewun hugged Juna's athletic body.

"Om, don't speed. Dew fear." Juna did not speed, only when the first gas pull to tease his beautiful nephew.

Yes, the Dew has now grown into a beautiful girl with yellow skin, round eyes with pliable fur. Not infrequently some boys at school expressed love and someone sent a letter.

The letter was discovered by Juna. At that time Dewun sat in the second middle class first. A mature brown-skinned boy came over to him. Call the Dew and hand over the neatly wrapped letter with a pink envelope.

"Grow, I'm asking you to read, yes."

"Okay, Ky. I don't think I'm perfect, though. More tasks," resist the fine Dew.

"Yes, just a minute, Mbun."

"Okay, how, yes," said Dewun again while scratching his temple.

Juna, who had been watching from a distance, finally approached and picked up the paper that was in Dicky's grasp.

Slurp!

"Still the boy maen suratan. Learn really!" juna who opened the letter. Dicky tries to take back what was in Juna's hands. However, he lost high.

Right, Juna's height is 190 centimeters. The shadow is like a pole, not to mention the hands raised up. Where until the little boy took it. Not just pinching he can not compensate, especially if he stepped on.

To : Dew

Dew, when you read this letter, I beg you not to stay away from me, yes.

Dew, your eyeballs are freezing me. Those plump eyelashes, really tickle my heart.

You are beautiful like a white swan dancing beautifully in the sky.

Accept my love, Dew. I've liked you for a long time.

Juna stares at Dicky like an eagle finding his prey. Sardonic. Like a cobra ready to bite and leave its poisonous venom.

Juna returns the letter from Dicky by sticking it in front of Dicky's chest, making Dicky take a step back.

"Still smelly kencur already playing suratan. After adulthood, if you can determine the direction of life, come to Dew," said Juna who now curls softly Dicky's neck.

The boy only grimaced and rubbed his neck after Juna released his grip. From then on, no one dared to approach the Dew. However, there is one person who really likes Dew long ago.

Galang, his face is quite handsome indeed. Not to mention he's a pretty good basketball player, though not the star. However, his charisma was able to break through the heart of Dew who was secretly watching him.

Galang was always with his two friends Azriel and Bayu. The three of them always go together, only to separate toilets. Sometimes one of them is waiting at the door.

Now Dewang is also returning to one school. Yes, in this area it is only their closest school. Miles to arrive at the other public school.

Juna motor has arrived at the Embun school environment. He who only wears an oversize shirt as well as knee-length pants adds a cool impression on him. Dew came down when the iron horse stopped in front of the gate.

Juna handed him his hand, Dew greeted by kissing the back of his hand reverently.

"Learning is true, yes. Watch out for girlfriends!" threaten Juna who is now scrambling the head of Dewun.

"Nr ...!" grumbling Dews are upset. Juna turned around after dropping off his favorite niece.

On the way home, Naura nodded slowly while smiling at Juna. Juna knows the little boy, he often plays to their house to do chores together. He also replied to Naura's warm greeting.

Naura quickened her pace when she saw the Dew was about to enter. "Grab ...!" his screams were immediately running small to immediately arrive before the Dew.

"Running around," the Dew protest looked at the bewildered Naura, with one hand holding her blue backpack.

"Om Juna is getting hot, anyway," said Naura who nudged Dewun's body. He blushed in shame, his face flushed.

"What the hell, not clear. Um I want you to get stuck too. He's twice as old as us."

Naura embraced her best friend as she stepped in. "Yes, who knows I could be your aunt."

"Didn ...! Ogah I have a model aunt like you!" the Dewish sneer that threw away Naura's hand slowly.

Galang walked behind them in a uniform that was deliberately not buttoned. The shirt in black is clearly visible. His hand was in his pants pocket.

"Crsst ... It's behind you" said Naura, who was chasing Dewun.

"Yes, justin, Ra."

"Yes, this is a child. You like him, you show him dong."

"Well, let me follow your advice!"

Galang continued to stare intently at the Dew which seemed not to be disturbed by his presence. Actually Galang also has a taste for Dewun. He was always smart to cover up his feelings. Not even Azriel and Bayu knew of his heart.

'Embun is beautiful, ' her mind continues to focus on the movements of Dewun. Naura occasionally stared at Galang and smiled forcedly.

"Wooy!" yelled Bayu right in Galang's ear. Suddenly he snorted annoyed while rubbing his earlobes. Bayu and Azriel embrace Galang's body on the left and right sides.

"What sight?"

"Nothing is."

"Related?" seductive Bayu that makes Galang turn the eyeballs carelessly.

"See the girls, settle you!"

"Cie Cie, I have a girl! Wh who? Story to us," seduced the two boys who walked along with him.

Go to class, sit in a corner position. Dew the fourth sequence in the second row. Not far from the bar.

"You are troubled about the girl" whispered Azriel who sat beside Galang with her feet raised.

"It's up to you to believe it or not!"

Galang eyes remain inseparable from Dewun busy learning before class starts.

"Lang, we are the same position you are not a year two years, already from Orok, Lang," said Bayu who is his house next to Galang.

"Yes on?" Galang's attention was shifted to his two best friends.

"You can't have a girl. Haha!"

"Not everything in my life, you know."

"Hem, yes. Believe."

The teacher enters the class, the lesson begins. Dew supports the chin, then looks forward. While Galang still looked at Dewun, although sometimes switched.

While Dew was busy studying, Juna had already arrived home. He went back to his room, continued his sleep. There was still another hour and a half left for him to leave.

Juna threw herself in bed. He began by putting his eyes together. But his voice was busy ringing.

Juna clucked in annoyance, the call was from the girl who kept trying to attract Juna's attention since she was in college. Juna completely closed the door of his heart. He promised himself that he would not get married until after Dew finished school.

Back, the flat object sounded loud inside his pants pocket. Juna reached to his left side. Nia, that name is on her phone screen.

"Aish! Why try Nia calling on. Ah, very lazy to lift it," his grunts annoyed and slammed the original phone. But, again, Nia called. Juna finally swept the touch screen.

"Jun, go to the hospital now! There's a patient you have to have surgery on."