Kiss The Rain's
Camelwell (3)

Dika found Jasmine out of the room of the higher-ups. He slammed the door very quickly.

"Calm down, baby. What's wrong?" Dika walked over to Jasmine.

"Edy Santoso is a jerk! He bribed the presiding judge in charge of Bryan's case. My attempt to complete the mission to reduce Bryan's prison sentence, was in vain. The case was thrown to another judge who didn't know it was a life-saving mission!" Jasmine ruffled her hair, Prince was frightened to see his angry mother.

"Calm down, look. He's afraid to see you like that." Dika pointed to Prince who was hiding behind Dika's feet.

"Sorry, I forgot. How was your sister?" Jasmine carried Prince rubbing his head. Provides tranquility.

"Not much is he talking about." Answer Dika.

"That's why Asmira's face looks puffy? You're not scolding her, are you?" Tanya Jasmine investigated. Because he knew Asmira would love to meet Bryan. A lot of dolls.

"Funny! Let it go, he'll calm down."

Jasmine didn't answer Dika. He walked up to Asmira and sat down next to her. Asmira showed her gloomy face.

"Mom..," Asmira leaned against her mother's arm, Jasmine alternately stroked her daughter and son's hair.

"What's wrong? Not feeling right here?" Ask Jasmine.

Asmira shook her head, "Can uncle Bry's doll be sold again?"

"Why sell it, baby? Uncle Bry was happy to give you a doll. Why sell, don't you give me pocket money?"

The gaze of death turned to Dika's eyes, sharpening ready to pounce alive.

Dika just smiled. It really sucks like this.

"Then, let's say. Reason why?"

Asmira looked at Jasmine and pointed to her father, "Say father, uncle Bry in prison because his money ran out to buy me a doll. That's why he's in prison for stealing sandals at the mosque. Mom, let's go home. We go to the mall and buy sandals for Uncle Bry. I saw that Uncle Bry's joints were ugly. Come on mom, let Uncle Bry get out of here."

Whining Asmira, making Jasmine confused looking for the right answer. "Sendal, doll. Oh, my God, I'm gonna faint." Jasmine pretended to be lying down and closed her eyes.

"Dad, mommy fainted. Dad, please mommy. Artificial breath."

Hearing Asmira shout, Jasmine instantly woke up.

"Wow, wow. Know where to faint from in artificial respiration." Dika laughs "Manda often invites her to see Korean dramas. I'm just having fun giving artificial breath." When she put her lips together, "Disease me! Don't want to!"

That day Jasmine chose to go straight home to her city. Because it feels too long to live in a city with Bryan and on the island of the sickle make the blood boil more.

*

5 years later.

Now that I'm four on my head. My status is still the same, I'm Jasmine Adriana with a young widow.

For me, my ex-husband, who is now a business partner and a parent for our two children, is no more than a man who still interferes with my life.

He is still behind me, for him I am part of the past that still has to be guarded.

He's really not lying, he wouldn't let me go if I wasn't really happy.

I don't understand why my love story would be this complicated.

Bryan, my girlfriend. I've wanted to take it off many times, but the more I forget about it. the harder I do. Quietly I often visit him in the field, see his activities. I just finish my longing, this pink rantang slalu I bring. I will faithfully wait for her to finish all the food I brought. Let me be selfish, that I do so that he does not forget the taste I give.

I also don't forget, with the children of the parlour that Bryan left behind.

For me and Dika, the orphanage children are the children we have to take care of. Dika never complained if once a year I brought 200 children and their caregivers to play in the mall. All I did, so that my prayers for you, for him would be more and more scattered until reaching the peak of the seventh heaven.

Dika and I will always be bound.

In a bond formed from Love and ended with Love.

If I say Dika sucks, that's for sure. But everything Dika did for me, for his new children and family. He has made up for all the mistakes in his past. I've forgiven Dika for a long time.

My daughter is a dozen years old now, already in first grade high school. Her hair was curly and blonde like mine, chatty and annoying.

My son is amazing. I ride a apitam on him. Climbing a neighbor's mango tree, playing the midnight drum. Or skipping school, he's in elementary school but his behavior is amazing to make me shake my head.

Is Dika small like this. Oh gosh. But I'm happy, so I can forget a little bit about him being there.

Later I will bring my miss again with a loud love that I always bring for you, berondong sweet me. Bryyan.

Jasmine closed her diary book. The older she chooses to hide her feelings through ink scratches.