Call Me Rain
Rainbows

Alula stared at her reflection in the mirror, she still did not think that now she had been officially edited by Mirza, the man who had repeatedly saved her life. But it was the man who changed the course of his destiny.

"I want to fight you again." I see, the phrase Mirza always spoke when the man convinced her. Alula could see that, a love, appreciation, hope and affection that Mirza gave her so sincerely.

And again, what Mirza gave her as a dowry according to her was something exaggerated. She knew Mirza was fighting so hard to get herself. Not just once, countless times the rejection that Alula threw.

But ... two kilos and a half gold? fortunately, it is in the form of bars, not jewelry. He may walk with his head down due to objections. Alula sniggered to herself.

Alula let out a long breath, trying to shake off the dizziness on her head. The number of series of events, also the weight of the bun and siger used on the head is the cause. Alula decided to say goodbye, resigning first to immediately release everything attached to her head.

Alula got up from the mirror and sat down on the edge of the bed. Feeling tired after the event all day, makes him want to relax there. But before he could lay down his body, his attention was distracted by the open door, and Mirza poked up afterwards.

"Abang," cried Alula, seeing Mirza enter her room just like that. Ah she forgot, if now Mirza is her husband.

"It's fine" Mirza said after seeing Alula's face clean from the rest of the makeup. In fact, Alula has changed her wedding dress with a maroon-colored midi dress.

"A lot of guests out there?" alula asked nervously.

"There, but there's Papa who's nemenin. I cape, I want to lie down," Mirza complained, sitting beside Alula.

Alula gasped, as Mirza suddenly laid her body on the bed and placed her head on Alula's lap. His body suddenly stiffened, his heart beat beating even faster, even cold sweat began to pour out.

Mirza felt Alula's restless body language, she stared intently at Alula's face. His wife looked uncomfortable, even Mirza also saw Alula clutching the bed sheet that covered her bed. His intention to fall asleep for a while in Alula's lap had now vanished already.

"Hey, why?" Mirza sat back down, the intention of the heart to be spoiled he said.

Mirza grabbed Alula's hand, then grasped it, giving her strength as well as calming her down.

"I ... I ...." Alula was speechless, only tears were flowing into the answer for Mirza.

"Are you scared?" terka Mirza's. Alula just looked down.

"Ma–maaf," said Alula, she still lowered her head while squeezing her fingers.

Mirza brought Alula's body into her arms. He could feel Alula's stiffening body reaction. Mirza tried to give him strength, he rubbed his wife's back gently. Slowly, Alula began to accept Mirza's touch, even though she felt a little calm.

Mirza let go of her embrace, she scooped up Alula's cheeks that were still tearful.

"Is this all because of me? did I add to your wounds?"

Alula was still crying with fear in mind. This actually makes Alula always hesitant to start a relationship. His fear, the trauma of his past that he could not control. Alula knows this is not easy, but she still wants to try to serve Mirza, her husband.

"Sorry baby, I've made you like this" Mirza said regretfully.

Alula immediately shook her head, not wanting Mirza to continue blaming herself.

"No brother, I .. I just wasn't ready. Honestly, this is what I'm afraid of. I guess, it's all over, I guess it's all gone. I just want to forget it, brother."

Alula held Mirza's body back, tightly she hugged him. Hoping that his fear could be eroded with just a hug.

"Slow baby! slowly I'll help you forget everything." Mirza rubbed the top of Alula's head, then landed a kiss there.

"Now rest! I'm gonna take a shower first." Mirza smiled, she again kissed Alula's head before moving into the bathroom.

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A digital clock attached to the wall of the room showed at 16:00 when Mirza woke up from her sleep. His body felt tired, until when he finished bathing earlier, he decided to take a short nap before the afternoon they had to go to the hotel for the reception that will be held later that night.

"Rain ...."

Alula who was preparing in front of the mirror turned her head, as Mirza called her by that name. "Did you?" Mirza was already sitting on the bed, with a half-sleepy face and gray hair. Ah no, even her husband looks more charming.

"Why not wake up?"

"Kasian, brother like cape. What did you call me?" alula asked, making sure that what she heard was not wrong.

"Rain, why?"

"Don't you remember that name?"

"Yes, sure. You're the little boy who cried in the rain that night. You were the one who smiled when I loved the doll. I remember that, Rain. Hm?" Mirza smiled displaying her dimples.

Alula's eyes began to look glassy, clear fluid began to fertilize in her eye fertilizers. Did Mirza really remember everything? there was a sense of joy and happiness there, in his heart.

"Why?" mirza asked when she saw Alula crying. He sat down to equalize his height with Alula.

"It's okay, I'm just moved. It turns out that Brother still remembers me," replied Alula while wiping the corner of her eyes that were still watering.

"I'm sorry, because I didn't know you from the beginning." Mirza grabbed Alula's hands, then grabbed them. Alula just smiled, then shook her head. As if saying 'it's okay'.

"Why did you introduce yourself to that name, Rain?"

"Because I like it" replied Alula.

"There must be another reason, right?" Mirza's eyes squinted, not just believing in his wife's answer.

"Because ... Rain my name, brother. Raina."

"Rarely that?"

"Does you want to know?"

"Tell me!" Mirza stood up, walked to the bed, and sat herself on the edge of the bed. Mirza patted the other side and told Alula to sit there.

"But we have to get ready, brother. Everyone's been going to the hotel since." Alula followed Mirza, then sat down beside her husband.

"We are married, why do they go to the hotel anyway" Mirza grumbled.

"Dragon!"

"Tell me! we still have an hour."

Alula was silent, doubtful, did she have to tell Mirza everything? But, not now that Mirza is her husband, of course she must share her grievances, share her happiness, and share her grief with her husband.

"Hm, actually ... long ago, I was bullied because I was lispy, couldn't call the letter R. Keep the friends at my school call me 'Alula' so it sounds more slurred. In fact, I want to be called Raina," said Alula.

"just that? just because of the lisp? I guess because it was raining, so you call it Rain, rain?"

"I love the rain, but there's something I like better than that."

"What?"

"Rain .. bow," said Alula, making Mirza's forehead frown. Why must Rainbow?

"Yes, Rainbow. Rainbow," Alula replied after seeing Mirza's astonished facial expression. "Didn't rainbows often come after rain?" this time Mirza nodded.

"Did you know?" Alula stared in her husband's bead. "Since I was a child, my family has been in a lot of trouble. The disaster came in alternately. Dad who had been bankrupt then lost his job, Dwi who was often sick, and at that time our finances were very difficult, until Dad and Mom were almost separated." Alula's face looked sad.

Mirza wrapped her hand around Alula's shoulder, and gently rubbed her shoulder, trying to give her strength. He knew little about Alula's life in childhood.

"I used to see Mom crying, her face was always cloudy. But I always wanted to look okay. That's what I like and I emulate from Mom."

"Although at that time, I was a child and did not understand anything, but I always hoped things would improve as time went on. And I believe there's a rainbow after the rain."

"And I always hoped, I'd be like a rainbow. That gives color to my father, mother, Dwi and the people around me. I hope, with my jovial nature, I can make others feel comforted and happy to forget all the problems that happened."

Mirza smiled softly, then carried his wife's body into the deck.

"I love that name, Rain," he said, peeping at the head of his wife.

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