Loved Bunian Wolves
17. Running To Widuri (Flashback Off)

"Mas Raka!" Runi screamed hysterically calling her husband who in a lightning-fast time had already disappeared engulfed in the darkness of the night.

Runi was crying, obviously. He who did not know what his mistake was, now had to see how furious Raka was towards him.

Not knowing where Raka was going, Runi went inside her sewing room after locking the front door. He grabs his phone which he puts next to the sewing machine, and searches for Raka's contact.

Peware ...

Peware ...

Peware ...

The call he had directed to Raka was connected, the number sign was still active. It's just, Raka didn't pick it up.

'Ah, maybe Mas Raka is again on the road' thought Runi calming down. But in fact, no matter how hard he tried to control his own feelings, thousands of questions continue to arise disturbing Runi's mind.

What happened to Mas Raka?

Why is he so angry?

Is he mad at me? But, what's the reason?

What mistake have I made with him?

Where's he going, this night?

I'll be home tonight, right?

Bad thoughts kept raging in Runi's mind. But she was still thinking positively, her husband would definitely be home soon. He would only go away for a moment to dispel his thoughts, which was for some reason unknown.

Stepping slowly into the kitchen that blends with the dining room, Runi takes the plate himself. He filled his plate with rice and side dishes, then began to put the first feed of his dinner in silence. Actually, Runi had been feeling hungry since this afternoon. She just wanted to eat with her husband. She knew Raka would never eat alone. That was why he insisted on eating after Raka came home.

Imagining that, a single tear fell on Runi's cheek.

But a small laugh appeared on Runi's lips as Popo walked slowly past her feet, swiping her fine fur there. Popo seemed to want to comfort Runi, keeping his master from being sad anymore.

"Here, Popo! Sit beside me!" Pinta Runi on Popo while patting the seat next to him, a chair that is usually occupied by Raka.

Popo nodded. He jumped up and in just a split second, the little gray-haired dog was already sitting parallel to Runi.

Runi laughing. In a way, Popo's presence here can drive away the turmoil of his heart. He who often feels lonely because Raka often comes home at night, and coincidentally he has not been given a baby who can also fill the emptiness of his days, now realize that the presence of Popo apparently can be a little comforting himself.

"Your woof!" Popo barked slowly. He stood with two feet on the edge of the table, watching as Runi ate his own food - the chicken betutu - with his heart.

"Why, Popo?" Tanya Runi astonished. "Want to?"

"Your woof!" Popo said by wagging his tail. His pupils also look dilated.

"Lho, haven't you eaten this afternoon?" Ask Rune again. But the reaction Popo showed was enough to make Runi laugh with anxiety. He just sat down limp with his tail sticking down.

"Ih, don't sulk! Yeah, I'll get you another meal, okay?"

Runi got up by taking the plate she had used to eat Popo. He took some rice and some chopped meat, and he gave it to Popo.

Popo did not respond. He wiggled his tail that dangled down lazily, and did not glance at the dishes that Runi had given him.

"Lho, was he said to want to eat again? What the hell, Po?!" Runi frowned confusedly.

Popo stood up again. Both of his front legs were on the dining table. His head turned to see where the chicken betutu from Runi cuisine was located. Eyes sparkling.

"Ooh! You want ayan betutu too?" guess Runi. He laughed at Popo's pleasant response. The little dog soared and wagged its tail happily.

"Owalah, you're afraid of chicken betutu anyway? Why didn't you say that!" Seru Runi laughed. "Hahaha, okay! Gimme it! Wait a minute, yeah!"

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Raka drove his big motorbike at high speed, without a goal. Frustration ambushed him from this afternoon because of his great quarrel with Widuri. Not a fight, but rather Widuri rejected her. Widuri asks for proof of his love. If Raka can't provide any evidence, then Widuri threatens to leave again, leaving her behind. Just like four years ago.

And it feels, Raka could not repeat the situation four ago. The time where he really fell and fell because Widuri just left his life.

Rotating without direction, Raka drove his motor faster. The gusts of the night wind apparently can not eliminate the feeling of a heartache that increasingly torments his mind. His chest felt increasingly claustrophobic, as if the entire matter was rippling, piling up and piled right in his heart. Full, it feels really full.

The rain drops began to fall from the deep sky. Raka returned to ride his bike, but he did not want to go home. He did not know why suddenly his motorbike stopped in the spacious courtyard of a luxurious house. Whitewashed. A teak wooden swing with unique carvings was in the courtyard.

Long silent on his big motorbike, he watched the movement of the occupants of the house from behind the window. Yeah, Widuri's in there. Raka could see the shadow of the girl's body from her room curtain, occasionally walking behind the window, doing something out of nowhere.

"Buri ..." Bisik Raka slowly. It is sad to imagine someone we cannot have. Not because of the blessing factor. Not because of clapping one hand. But only because he was less patient waiting for Widuri a little more. Widuri was gone for four years, while she had just married Runi one year ago. If only he could be patient for another year to wait for Widuri to return, of course, now he can re-establish their relationship that once ran aground!

But, honey, it's too late. Someone already has it! He is married!

Desperate, Raka walked straight to the door of the house. I don't know what purpose Raka came here for, but clearly he really wanted to see Widuri's smile, this very second!

Gts ...

Gts ...

Gts ...

Raka knocked on the door of the Widuri house slowly. Hope is very high to be able to meet, or even just to see a glimpse of the face of the woman of his tribe.

Krieeeit.

The door is open. A beautiful ayu face with a crown of long head curls welcomed her in the doorway.

"Raka? What's the night here?"

Raka did not answer. He looked at Widuri with a glare. Then he stepped closer to the point where Widuri was standing, pushing her firmly. The living room door closed slowly with her legs while she continued to push Widuri's body with both hands. The girl retreated to the wall of the living room, unable to wrinkle.

"What's up, Raka?" Tanya Widuri was confused. He saw water droplets from Raka's wet clothes. He commented, "Raka! Your clothes are wet! You rained?"

Raka did not answer Widuri's question.he just said briefly, "I miss you, Duri."

Then a second after that, a c1uman came scooping the red lips of Widuri so savagely.

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