Kiss The Rain's
Pink envelope

"*If you've read this piece of paper, you're awake. And I make sure I don't have a home. Don't forget to eat and don't worry, you can be on the second floor as freely as you want. Um.. wear this ointment on your bruised forehead. Don't wait for me to come home. ~ Bryan your young virgin* ^_^."

Jasmine sat on the edge of the bed, holding a special bruised ointment. He rolled his eyes around in his new room, there was no Bryan. Jasmine opened the window of her room, she was so shocked when she saw the gaze behind the dangling curtains. Balcony, a balcony with many ornamental plants there. Jasmine smiled even more as the glass window was unlocked. He opened the window hook and came out of the crowded room, staring at the cute and verdant, neat and well-groomed foliage. "Did she know I love houseplants." Jasmine was still smiling sitting on one of the wooden benches available on that balcony. "Did she really have feelings with me." Jasmine's inner.

"I don't care." Jasmine stood up taking water spraying and watering the ornamental plants carefully. Sometimes stroking one by one the leaves that make the mood booster soar-jump cheerfully but become muddy blue later. "I haven't spent a long time with my plants. I miss home, miss Mira, miss little prince mommy. Are you all right, is your father taking good care of you. Mommy misses you." Jasmine stopped her activity, sitting in a daze rubbing her tears that had slid rapidly. "Hiks...,hiks...."

*

"Mira...." Call Dika while squatting her body in front of her daughter

"Yes, dad." Answer Asmira. "Why hasn't mommy come home yet, mommy where? Mira miss mommy, dad." Asmira hugged the doll that Jasmine had bought.

"Hey, mommy's still busy working. Mommy will be home when the job is done." Dika persuaded his daughter, Mira has been asking where her mother is for a week. She sulks and wants to go home to her mother, and she agrees to her daughter's request. "Sirami is your mommy plant behind the house, surely mommy will like it when he returns." Persuade Dika again, he himself worried about having to find Jasmine where.

"Right dad, if I water mommy's plants, mommy's gonna be home quick." Asmira's eyes twinkled.

"Yes." Yeah." Dika nodded. "Dad go up to the room first huh. There's some clothes I'd like to take." Furthermore, dika and in the nod Asmira, her little daughter took off her father's embrace and took up water spraying. Actually, Dika has another purpose. Jasmine Safe!

The 36-year-old man entered his ex-wife's room, looking for where the safe was. Jasmine's message as she left first, look under the pile of my books. Dika circulated his gaze, staring at the many open piles perched on top of the gray safe. He lowered his body, remembering Asmira's date of birth. Push the small and open buttons.

Nothing interesting according to Dika, just sheets of white paper. A KK, Prince and Asmira's birth certificate, home certificate. And a few bullets that barely touched, then his eyes stared at a pink envelope. Dika picked it up, flipped through the envelope and now he was watching his surroundings. In a sense of security, he opened the pink envelope. A white paper with very familiar handwriting.

"If you've read this letter, I'm not okay. How are you, you must be well and happy. I'm happy for you, and you have to make sure you're happy with Amanda. You must be surprised why I suddenly decided to go back to my father's team. You know Dika, I don't deny I haven't been able to let go of everything about you. You know I just want to run from you. It's getting harder for me every Sunday if you come up to me and my baby. Ehh, your son too. I was wrong to sacrifice a baby Prince for my selfishness to forget you. I was wrong Dika! I feel hurt by the longing I endure, I feel hurt when I have to let go of you for your own happiness. I'm nothing more than a languishing woman. But trust me, you don't have to worry about me right now. Be happy with your wife and children. You can sell this house to meet the needs of Prince and Asmira. Remember pick the best formula milk for Prince in exchange for my breast milk. Ohya, I gave back what I should have given you long ago. Take good care of my daughter and my son, I never regret conceiving your children. Thanks Dika ,Jasmine 🖤."

Dika folded the letter and looked for what Jasmine had returned. A wedding ring Dika and Jasmine used to. When he tightly gripped the ring, his eyes blurred as his tears had already pooled.

"No, I didn't cry Mira. I just miss mommy." Dika hugged his daughter, as if he hugged Jasmine first, because it is not denied the bigger Asmira even like her mother-Jasmine.

"Mira also miss mommy dad, why mommy does not come home.Hikss...." Asmira sobbing.

"Don't cry, let's take a shower. Your clothes are all wet. Mira had watered the pots of mommy flowers?", asked Dika wipe away her daughter's tears

"Well, mommy would love to." Asmira smiled at her wry smile.

"Okay, let's take a shower and go home. Your sisters must have been waiting." Persuak Dika's.

"Alright dad, um.... Dad, can I bring a toy that's not in Dad's house yet?" Ask Asmira.

"Sure, we'll choose. Let's take a shower." Invite Dika and Asmira obediently obey her father.

**

After an afternoon drama with Bryan's houseplants and his memories. Jasmine returned to Bryan's room, circulating her gaze observing every single contents within the room. There is nothing interesting according to Jasmine, a photo frame with Bryan smiling. Made Jasmine look at him for a long time. "i can't believe it made an 18-year-old boy fall in love. A little bit shit. Is she really still a virgin. Ehmm.. I forgot, or it's not the same shape." Jasmine smiled with her own thoughts. Sex without love is tasteless like vegetable lodeh forget coconut milk. But isn't there a lot of sex without love, or even love without sex!

Jasmine dared herself to get out of the room. Stroll on the second floor, as right in front of the stairs a guard stood gallantly without seeing jasmine or greeting her.

His eyes were dazzled by a shiny black piano, with closed Black-White keys. The piano is located in the second floor living room. Jasmine looked passionate, it felt like she had not touched a magical object that could be heart-wrenching with the right tone intonation. He approached the piano but a room was right in front of the living room with the words "Don't come in, except Bryan!"

Jasmine fell silent in front of him and chuckled. "Basic boy!"