Dew Under the Rain
Home Bareng Galang

Hearing the rant from across the phone, Juna suddenly changed clothes and immediately rode his iron horse at full speed.

Arriving at the hospital, Nia has stood by welcoming Juna with her coat of pride.

"Where's the patient?" asked Juna who was directly wearing a white coat bearing his name.

"Still on IGD." Step up and get there immediately. Until the division in question, Juna stood sculpting. His feet, which were moving fast, stopped without being able to move.

"Jun," called Nia by rubbing Juna's arm. However, the stern-headed man remained fixated. The wound of the helpless drooping man in the gurney is exactly the same as Ahmad.

Juna remembered the memories of ten years ago. True, wounds, faces, even blood flowing from Ratna and Ahmad still often adorn the contents of Juna's head.

His chest felt tight, his heart rhythm irregular. The air coming in felt like it was squeezing his chest. Juna squeezed the left side of his body, right where that lump of heart-shaped blood was there. Then he was unconscious.

Nia and some of the nurses there were shocked. They did not know that Juna had a very deep trauma and impregnated until now.

Thirty minutes later, Juna came to his senses. Nia, who is a general practitioner there, takes care of Juna, the man she has always loved.

Juna blinked slowly, then got up with his hand that was attached to the infusion. He grimaced holding his head which was still a little dizzy.

"Aragh!" his groan that made Nia sprightly immediately stood beside him.

"Are you okay?"

Juna nodded slowly, then asked Nia to open her infusion hose. Obviously Nia refused, and pushed Juna's body again onto the mattress, not forgetting he pulled the blanket. Juna looked at the wonder.

"I have to work, Ni."

"No, you're off today."

"He uh?"

"Yes, you're a patient now."

"What patient? My man is fine!"

"You have anemia. Plus fatigue, so stop working for today."

"I don't have a history of low blood," she argued quickly.

"Hem, yeah, yeah, yeah. The proof is still," said Nia raised her chin towards the IGD monitor screen that displays heart rate and blood pressure.

**

After school, Dewun Naura also came home on foot. Dewun knows, at this time Juna must be in the hospital. Work, that's how Dew thought. Who would have thought, that handsome man was actually a patient.

"Mbun, eat meatballs first yuk Mang Diman place."

"Away, Ra. The path of the muter."

"Come, Mbun. I'd like to do some more, uh."

Naura whined while shaking her hand. The centile girl hugged her arms, her legs swaying up and down. Like the middle of the road.

"Lazy, ah, Ra. I want to go home."

"Mbun," he said again who had already blicked his lips. Dew throw a rough breath, then forced to assent his best friend. Naura also knew that the Dew was traumatized by the rain.

Naura cheered in excitement, she immediately pulled Dew's arm to arrive at their subscription meatball stall. They walked while telling anything, not to miss one name joined in their conversation.

Who else if not Galang. Naura continued to urge Dew to approach Galang. However, Dew only chuckled at Naura's chattering.

"Ye, even laugh. I'm seriously dew."

"Udah ah." Their steps had apparently reached the roadside cart with a board table complete with elongated wooden chairs.

"Mang, two meatball chicken noodles, yeah."

The man in a ponytail nodded while preparing the order of the first person to arrive. Dew and Naura landed a butt there, again, Naura discussed Galang without looking at the situation.

"Mbun, this is the one you like. A lot of girls want to be her boyfriend. Masa' you don't want effort, anyway to get him."

"Usaha what's it for? Like it or not, he won't know."

"Ehem, ahem." Deheman someone beside Dewun, made the two of them gawk. Not to mention Naura who immediately closed her lips. Dew glared and then moved the eyes towards the back. Tengsin, that's for sure.

Although it was not Galang himself who caught them talking about Galang. Bayu and Azriel.

"Hayo, on speaking of your Galang, yes."

"Yes, surely some of you like Galang. Come, ngaku," said Azriel who pointed at us in turn.

The dew also Naura loosened her shoulders indifferently. Lazy serve those who will have a long business. Moreover, it concerns Galang.

"This is the order, Neng."

"Goodoo, Mang."

"Together, Neng."

They both sipped noodles that they had previously stirred by adding sauce and chilli.

"Emang, yeah. Mang Diman's chicken noodles are the best," praised Naura by giving both thumbs up.

"Here, lebay," said Bayu who also heard Naura's statement.

"Syirik aja, the hell."

"Are you two?" ask the Dew who did understand their nickname. Trio Ndablek, which means it's bangor, is hard to say.

"Si Galang follows entar. There's still something to discuss with the basketball club."

Naura also nodded while returning to eat the food in front of her.

"Wuih, suspicious of me," said Dew who pulled away slightly from Naura, he narrowed his eyes looking towards Naura sharply.

"Oh Allah, Mbun. Suspicious of being your own friend."

"Yes, yeah. Thank's, yeah."

The sound of the motorcycle made them turn their heads for a moment. Four pairs of eyeballs stared at someone who had parked a two-wheeled vehicle not far from Mang Diman's stall.

"Finally came also, son," said Bayu by pulling his lips inward. The nose of the kempis.

"It's normal to have nostrils" replied Galang who immediately sat next to the Dew.

Dew also Naura shifted to give place to Galang. Dew also Naura elbowed each other like giving a code, that the heart of Dew has been racing fast.

Dug, dug, dug!

Dew closes the eyes by placing crossed hands in front of the chest. Galang. A glance at Naura's eyes hinted, 'This is an opportunity, Mbun.'

While the eyes of Dew said, 'Serious groggy oath.'

Clearly the Dew is wrong, how not. The man he had always liked to sit next to him was only a few centimeters away from him.

The eagle supporting the head stared at the straight and jet-black Dew hair. When the Dew turned around, the hair hit Galang's face. Fragrant, inner Galang while closing his eyes enjoying the aroma.

"Eh, sorry," said Dew who made Galang open his eyes. He nodded and opened his eyes.

"It's, ok." Attention Galang switch and turn, towards his best friend. "You guys have been a long time?"

"Yet, Lang. Two bowls have also been finished. Tuh," replied Azriel who pointed towards the two bowls of meatballs that were left only the broth. Galang.

"We go first, yeah." Naura is also a proud Dew, afraid of arriving home too late afternoon.

Naura is also Dew pamit, Galang still looking at Dewun from a distance. Highlight his eyes can not be separated from the blue backpack on the back of the Dew.

Not long after, Galang left his two friends chasing the Dew step. Not forgetting he was carrying his motorcycle.

"Lang, where are you going?"

"But wait, yeah."

"Yes, son. We are waiting for us to be left behind" muttered Azriel.

"Let's go, ntar's back, too" replied Bayu who was supporting his hands behind his waist.

"Grow," called Galang who made Naura immediately turn her head, yes the girl was always sensitive to the voice of men.

"Get it down, Galang came here" said Naura who patted Dew on the shoulder.

"Allah, you ngayal kali. How could he chase me," the Dew chimed and did not turn his head.

Motorcycles blocked their journey. Sontak Dewun stopped his steps.

"I'm anther you go home, yeah."

The dew fused his two eyebrows together, then looked at each other towards Naura.

"Oh, yeah. Coincidentally, Lang. I have to stop by somewhere first. You can anther Dew home." The dew that was originally holding Naura's hand, was immediately taken off by the young girl.

"Bye, Mbun. Meet you at your house, yeah."

"Ro, Naura!" call Dew who saw Naura walk first with excitement, not infrequently he slightly stomped his feet with a fast rhythm.

"Can, right?" tanya Galang. Get off the bike and leave the second wheel there. He walked with the Dew.

"Well, the bike's left?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why?" ask Dewun who has started to step in tandem with Galang. Sometimes the Dew fell down embarrassed while tucking hair on his earlobe, while Galang continued to carve a smile on his face while scratching his back nape that did not itch.

"It's okay, I want it."

"How is that motorcycle?"

"Look, I've already chatted Azriel with Bayu."

True indeed, Galang has sent a message to his two friends to bring home his favorite motorcycle. Although they both grumpily, but the loyalty of his friend could not bury Galang's request just like that.

In the middle of the trip, Galang took something from his backpack. He thrust it on the Dew.

"It's for you."

"This what?"

"Make you, accepted, yes."

"But ...."

Galang did not accept rejection, Dew seemed reluctant to return. Dew shoelaces came loose, just so he squatted justifying the bond.

Suddenly the rain came, though not so hard. But the droplets that dropped it managed to make the body of the Dew still sculpt, and stiff. His hands did not move either.

The rumbling in the chest of the Dew grew increasingly turbulent. His body shook violently. The events of ten years ago revolve around the memory of Embuun's memory.

A five-year-old boy witnessed the passing of his father and mother in plain sight. Inflammation pain pierces the heart and heart. Dew gazing at the sky as if it was raining always made him remember the figure of Ahmad and Ratna who drooped helplessly.

"Lord, I'm not strong. All the memories of the rain were recorded clearly in my brain cells," Dew groaned. He always loved the rain. Now, he did not want the rain to wet the earth.

Over time, the details are increasingly coming in groups. Dew sobbed until his shoulders shook. He looked down and tried to tie his shoelaces. However, unlucky, to do such a trivial thing just like that, he was unable to.

Only tears fall. An umbrella pulled the water down. Stand upright with one hand in the pocket of the pants.