Dew For Bara
It's not okay

Still back to last night

villa owned by Bara.

The clink of a clockwork sound was heard breaking the silence where several times an elongated glint lunged from behind the glass window of the room despite having been covered in dominating gold-colored curtains.

Dew was immediately jolted from his sleep, shocked by the circumstances and reflexes of waking up from his sleeping position without caring about any sturdy hands that tightly hugged his stomach.

He ran quickly out the door and moved towards the kitchen, looking for some buckets and pans.

But....

Dew instantly froze when he realized something, he put the pot in his hand on the table then he touched his forehead slowly.

The rest of the cold sweat drenched itself, the woman was silent while trying to hold back her feelings, she laughed without a sound but the reality was about to cry withstanding the taste.

Forgetting this was not in their hut house, he had already moved a residence that did not need to worry if heavy rain hit.

The woman slowly retreated backwards, resuscitating herself against the kitchen wall, she sobbed for a moment while holding her voice.

"These shoots aren't home, they're all fine."

He was trying to remember

Every time the rain would arrive he would usually run to the kitchen, looking for anything to put under the zinc roof holes of their huts, leaking roofs were everywhere, he said, you don't have enough money to replace every part of the roof that leaks, you can only say.

"God willing later if there is new money we replace with new zinc well"

The fact that many years passed, the roof of their hut did not change, nor did they manage to buy a new zinc even though only a piece, in the patch was also not possible.

The Dew wanted to laugh at him over the ridiculousness he had just done, waking up hurriedly thinking this was their hut, the flash of lightning alarming him what sound of the rain that continued to harden the earth.

"What are you doing?"

His mind slowly.

Although taking care of the villa, but the father is only in charge of cleaning, arranging and caring, where dare to stay in the luxurious place.

The wooden wall house is half soil half rough cement into their residence, the father is too old to be able to make a decent house for them in the midst of his difficult sustenance.

Father's pain is not fine, it is not possible for the man to work too hard, therefore the father can not work outside to desperately make a living like men in general.

Being able to finish school and eat enough every day is enough, do not expect to go to the school cafeteria to enjoy snacks like other friends, because Dews know enough about their economic conditions that are not okay.

Dew was still trying to sigh, leaning his body with lingering worries, closing his eyeballs for some time and trying to neutralize his heartbeat which was still not fine.

He slowly opened his eyeballs, wiping the rest of the tears with the back of his hand.

His mind is slow in the heart.

Bara himself was jolted in his sleep earlier when he felt a rough movement shock him, opening his eyeballs forcefully, staring at the figure of the Dew moving hastily down from their mattress.

What's up?!.

He thoughtfully did not make a sound to ask directly, Bara frowned for some time, forcing herself to wake up from the fatigue and drowsiness that was still crashing.

The man tried to catch up to Dew's footsteps which moved hurriedly towards the kitchen.

Looking at the movement of the woman from behind the wall, peeking at what Dew did.

And he just realized it looks like the Dew is half delirious, doing things out of thought, Bara quietly monitored, noticed the movement of the Dew that began to be aware of the situation.

The woman seemed to be jolted from what she was doing herself, leaning her body against the wall while still, vaguely in some time she could hear a soft cry, so painful, like an indiscriminate slicing of the heart.

Bara was silent, silent, leaning against the opposite wall where Dew stood and leaned back, closing his eyeballs in a parallel position exactly like Dew.

What was? aren't you okay?!.

The man asked in his heart, letting a small cry fill the room.

Letting Bara's thoughts run wild, thinking of something that is difficult to describe with words.

Silence then felt, where she no longer heard the same cry, behind the small glass that pierced through the kitchen on her left side, she could faintly see the shadow of the Dew wiping her tears.

The woman ducked, slashing her body on the floor by supporting her body between her legs.

Bara turned around, stepped slowly toward Dewun, pretending not to know what was happening, stood right in front of the woman and said.

"Is everything okay?"

A moment of Dew was startled, raising his head, staring at the untouchable cold netra that stood firmly above him.

The rest of the color of the slightly reddened eyes adorned the beautiful face and one without making a sound, staring at Bara in silence accompanied by the sound of rain that was getting louder and lightning flashes that struck.

I'm not okay.

The dews were deep in his heart.

*****

I'm just the poor guy who met the rich guy, in the complexity of the story that I didn't know would move and go where.

Coincidence or destiny two words that unite together, bring us to a situation that binds each other.