Loved Bunian Wolves
36. Gifts for Widuri

"Popo?! Is that you?" Runi who had been stunned, immediately came down from the edge of the bridge. He rubbed his tears that felt a little spicy and dewy because he was crying while enjoying the rain from the sky.

Runi sharpened her eyes. And so clearly, he saw Popo there, on the edge of a precipitous cliff, standing looking at him with the glimmer of his bright red eyes. The dog's ears stood upright, like they were being alert.

Was it really Popo who was watching him, not far from the point where he was standing on the edge of the bridge? But, what was that little dog there for? Isn't it rushing into Runi's embrace like always? What was the dog doing in the rain this evening?

Runi was not sure if the figure of the little dog was Popo. To be sure, he walked closer. A little hesitant because he had felt wrong, this time he was also not sure whether what he saw was really Popo, or just his reflection.

"Popo?!" Runi called Popo back. Down the edge of the bridge, then until arriving at the river bank. Waving some leafy leaves that doyong cover his view, to find, who knows there is a figure of Popo there.

But apparently, nil. Popo is not everywhere. The little dog did not appear in his eyes.

Runi rubbed her eyes that were wet from the rain water mixed with her own tears. He touched his stomach which was still very flat after that, then smiled wryly. Yes, maybe Popo was just protecting her and her baby, even though it was just an unreal shadow. He did not want Runi to get hurt and end his own life so foolishly.

"I'm sorry, son." Runi, who felt guilty for thinking foolishly about harming herself and her baby, is now crying again to apologize.

Exhaling a disappointed breath, Runi turned back her body. He walked straight to his motorbike which was still standing upright on the side of the road, then stayed there for a while while enjoying the rain that poured down quite heavily all over his body.

Crying, hurt, and disappointed. Yes, maybe the Popo he just saw was not a real form, but just a hallucination. But he knows that Popo, though only a shadow, has saved him and his baby from the foolishness to end their lives.

Now, only a roaring cry could Runi do now. Crying his fate, as well as the fate of the baby in his womb. Thinking about how cruel this world was to the two of them. That the universe, never sided with them. Even Raka, the only figure that Runi believed all this time, the husband she loved as well as the biological father of the fetus she was carrying at this time, was, he has betrayed so crazy with his own friend Runi.

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WIDURI'S HOUSE

At that time, Raka and Widuri had just done a hot activity on the sofa of the family room. Spending an afternoon of shahdu with music that was heard from the television Widuri, who happened to be performing a music show. The sky spilled rain with quite heavy rainfall. For two people who are drunk love the atmosphere of an afternoon that is quite cold and shahdu is best spent to combine romance.

But apparently, so fun, they did not realize if the sky began to darken. They both laugh when they end their activities, then kiss each other and then hug each other.

"It was dark today. It doesn't feel at all because I'm here" Raka said, looking up at the sky from the window of the living room.

"Yes. Anyway, you just got back from work, Raka! It has only been ninety minutes since you came home" said Widuri, smiling. Raka is like that too.

"Near you, time seems to pass very quickly. " Raka said again. He again tempted over the lips of red Widuri fat yabg under the confinement of his body, then he began to lower his face again.

Widuri laughs. He pinched hard on Raka's waist because he intended to squeeze the tuber back. In fact, it's starting the afternoon!

"Eling, Jack. Afternoon shrimp. The lights are not on yet, and the windows are not closed either" said Widuri still with a laugh.

"Ah, yes. It was afternoon." Raka twisted her body and changed her position to sit next to Widuri.

"I close the curtain and turn on the lights first, huh?" said Widuri while stepping foot. Raka nodded. Lazily, he returned to lay his body on the soft sofa owned by Widuri. After a full day of work, his body felt drained. Moreover, he had also just spent quite a lot of energy when he was combining love with Widuri. But tired seems not to be a problem. Because with Widuri, his spirit always grows back.

"Lho, what's this, Raka?" Widuri asked as she was about to close her living room curtain. Automatically, he passed through the living room table where a parcel of Runi in the form of a heart-pictured paper bag lay on the table.

"What's up, baby?" Raka furrowed both of her baffled brows from the living room.

"This, Raka. There's a package for me. But I'm sure it's not mine" said Widuri, grabbing the parcel without opening it.

"Be careful, baby. Who knows the dispatch from the bad guy," eling Raka cautiously. He immediately got up to see what pack Widuri meant.

Raka arrived at the living room in an instant. As his two eyes followed the direction of Widuri's gaze, a speck of doubt in his heart suddenly loomed. He felt so familiar with the parcels that looked familiar in his eyes. But, what parcel is that?

Nope, no! This heart-pictured paper bag doesn't belong to Runi? He always wrapped the seams with a beautiful wrapper in red for his customers.

Is this really Runi? But if it's Runi, where is the girl now?

"This is our stitch that I sewed in Runi, baby," said Widuri as he opened the parcel which was still attached to a special plastic zip lock clothes. "It looks like he's here."

"Ah, Ru-runi?!" Raka suddenly gasped. So is that really him? "Would it be the Runi who came here? Or did he just leave it to Mang Cecep in front?"

"Of course." Widuri said as she spread her shoulders.

Raka suddenly felt riled up. He ran to the guard post at the gate without saying anything to Widuri. He intended to ask Mang Cecep, if there was a girl who brought stitches here recently.

Raka's body pecked in a torrential rain. Widuri caught up with him by holding an umbrella in her palm, but before she stepped off her porch, Raka was back.

On the front porch of his house, he asked Raka, "What's up, Raka?"

"Rune. She ... He's here." Raka replied agitatedly.

"Then?"

"Looks ... I gotta go home. Sorry, Duri!"

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