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MY NOVEL PROMO IS TITLED RAINBOW COLOR SCRATCHES

Synopsis:

Life is like rainbow colors, sometimes red, sometimes blue, sometimes orange. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, sometimes cheerful.

But..., aren't those colors that make rainbows beautiful?

The story of Anggun and Arya is like a rainbow, taking you up and down to enjoy the beauty of love, the depth of taste, and the pain of reality.

It turns out that the difference between love and hate is just as thin as a red thread.

I am jealous of the one who is gone. - Arya

a beautiful love story

— RAINBOW COLOR SCRATCHES —

RAINBOW DROP

FIRST COLOR

— RED, love is thick, as thick as red blood. Happiness is a grace, like a red tinge on the petals of a flower. Burning anger, giving rise to red color in every stroke of life.—

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Jreess ...!

Rain fell heavily, wetting every inch of grass in the yard of the house. A young girl sat pensively and looked blankly out the window. His skin looked so pale, his round eyes kept on shedding tears. Her hands tightly squeezed a photo while occasionally wiping the water droplets that soaked her pretty face.

The room was so quiet, there was no sound other than the gurgling of rainwater and a slow sobbing. For hours he had been like this, dissolving in a sigh of pain that was invisible to the eye. His heart felt so sick and wounded, torn apart by the cruel destiny of life.

The girl's name was Anggun Aprilia, the third child of an old widow named Sukma. In the afternoon, he filled his life with tears and tears. Graceful did not move from her place of self-pity until a simple voice made her realize.

“Having eaten, Nduk?” ask Sukma, his mother. The old woman in her 60s approached Graceful. His wrinkled hands clutched tightly onto the shoulders of Anggun, flowing the warmth and affection of a mother.

“Not yet, Ma'am,” Anggun replied. Quickly, tears will come back.

“Eat first! You've been eating irregularly for days, Nduk.”

“Ntar aja, Ma. Graceful not hungry.” Grace always answered him with the same answer when his mother reminded him to eat. Grace has been losing her appetite lately. His body until it looks thin and lethargic, even his white skin increasingly looks pale.

“Don't torture yourself, Nduk! It is God's destiny, and no one can resist His power.” Sukma never tired of advising Anggun, trying to bring him out of deep despair and sorrow.

Hearing her mother's words made Anggun's tears flow more and more. The shadow of Bimo, her future husband. Still vividly illustrated the beautiful memories they had shared. His handsome face, his sweet smile, and also the caress of his hands that felt so warm. His love that is so deep makes Anggun not easy to forget the figure of Bimo. Even after a month of his departure.

Gracefully lamenting his fate, why would he have to lose Bimo? Though only one step away they can unite, only one hour left they can get a blessing in the sacred bond of marriage. Well, man can only plan, everything is still God who determines.

His relationship with Bimo began three years ago. At that time Anggun had just graduated from college and worked as an administrative staff of a hospital. Bimo who is a surgeon falls in love with Anggun and eventually they start dating.

Bimo loved Anggun very much, he was seriously committed to inviting his lover. After a year of dating, Bimo unhesitatingly proposes to Anggun, embedding a ring on her lentic Anggun ring finger.

“Marry me, Nggun. I'll make you the happiest woman in the world.” Time stopped spinning and the world felt so beautiful.

“Iya, Mas,” Anggun mantab replied. Haru's cry came out along with a sweet smile. Gracefully continued to clench and wrap her hands around Bimo's neck. Still could not believe that she would soon become the wife of a Bimo. A man who is handsome, intelligent, and also gentle.

A wide variety of wedding preparations have been designed by Anggun and Bimo. The invitation has been spread, the meeting hall, and the catering is ready. The church where the marriage contract is held has also been decorated with a variety of beautiful fresh flowers.

In less than an hour the sacred marriage of Bimo and Anggun will begin.

In less than an hour the pastor will offer prayers and bless them in a holy bond of marriage. Strengthen them in a rope of love until death do them part.

Gracefully prepared, wearing such a beautiful white dangling dress. A sprinkling of stone glimmered as the light of the lamp bounced on its surface. Anggun face also looks more beautiful because of the makeup polish of a MUA. Not to forget a bouquet of fresh red roses, making a contrasting color in her white dress. Anggun already can't wait to show Bimo how beautiful she is right now. A burning sense of happiness makes his heartbeat can not stop speeding quickly.

However ....

Bimo did not attend, but almost an hour had passed. Invitational guests dominated by the large families of the Anggun have also attended and filled the pews. Anxious wrinkles began to appear on the beautiful face of Anggun. His heart riled not when Bimo and his family did not attend.

Bimo did contact him at dawn, sending a short message that there was an impromptu operation to be handled. As a doctor, Bimo can't just ignore critical patients. Actually Anggun want to be angry, but Anggun know the demands of Bimo as a doctor is not easy. There is a professional oath that must be obeyed. With a heavy heart, Anggun gave Bimo time to save the patient.

Time continued to roll, seconds after seconds that so quickly passed making the clock change numbers. Not only Anggun, all members of his family were so worried waiting for Bimo's presence. They're talking about possibilities that could have happened. Slowly the Graceful feeling became unsettled, Anggun continued to brush bad thoughts out of his mind.

Krieg ... Krie ...!

“Halo ...,” greet Anggun.

A barrage of audible sounds filled his sense of hearing. Gracefully jerked, unconsciously his steps were dazed backwards. His ears and brain are still unable to digest the intentions and speech of his interlocutor at this time.

Bruk ...!

Gracefully falling down, her legs felt extremely limp and her heart was beating irregularly.

Was-was with his sister's gurgle, Dio immediately pulled the phone from Anggun's hand. Dio listened to the conversation from behind the phone speaker, his hand spontaneously closing his gaping mouth in shock.

Didn't the one who called was Bimo, why was the other person speaking? thought Anggun confused. His body was still limp under the pulpit of the church.

His heart continued to wonder in a daze, Why did they say Bimo had died? No accident near the hospital.

Dio shed tears, unable to see Anggun who was sitting limp while staring blankly towards the exit. Not wanting his sister to do anything, Dio immediately rushed over to Anggun to hug him. But Anggun did not want to, he pushed Dio until this tall man toppled over.

Gracefully erasing the dripping tears, he steadfastly tore up his dress and ran out. Gracefully remove the tiara and also her heels. Running out of the church, heading to the hospital. Some people held him back, but Anggun's strong will pushed them. Sukma, Agatha, and all the invited guests got up, they were confused but could understand this bitter reality.

Tell me this is all a lie, Mom. Tell me you're okay! Inner Anggun, her tears did not stop dripping from the church building to the hospital.

Graceful legs were scuffed from running far enough barefoot, her beautiful makeup faded from sweat and tears. Everyone looked at him in astonishment. How not, Anggun run on the hospital corridor in full bridal attire.

The footprints due to Anggun's blood were red at every step. Anggunpun fell down the hospital corridor several times, with a strong cry and determination he tried to get up. He was sure that at the end of the road Bimo was standing, still wearing his white snelli and would walk to embrace Anggun with warmth.

Wails of weeping and wailing greeted Gracefully at the end of the corridor. Gracefully shaking his head, he refused every round from the Bimo family. Gracefully continued to step in, her shoulders moving up and down due to her breath that felt so heavy.

Gracefully shut her mouth in disbelief, seeing the body of the man she loved so much had stretched lifelessly stiff. The tears were not enough to stem her heartache. His heart was so painful that his stomach felt nauseous.

Step by step Gracefully approached the body of her lover. Soon this man will be her husband. They will soon be married. Soon they will build a household ark together. Soon this man will be a father to his children. To age with him.

Butwhy?

Why did God take Bimo exactly an hour before they could unite?

“Mas Bimo, wake up, Mas!! Wake up!” Gracefully wagging her lover's body, hoping a little miracle will bring the man back to her.

“Mas Bimo has promised not to leave Anggunkan?!” loud roar.

Gracefully continued to hug Bimo's stiff body, kissing his hands that were beginning to feel cold and frozen. Her white dress began to stain, the thick blood turned her dress red.

Anggun's body grew weaker and his face paled. Finally, due to such a huge mental burden, Anggun fainted, falling on the cold floor of the hospital.

“You are evil, Mas! Wicked!!” gigau Anggun's.

It has been a month since Bimo's death. Graceful has not been able to erase their love and fond memories of their love story. His inner wounds were still so fresh and bracing. Only when her tears trickle down can Anggun forget the pain and pain of loss.

And when you say the name of God, Anggun can only say, “why, Lord? Why did you take Bimo from me?”

Does God really exist?

—SETETES RAINBOW—

A month ago in a different place, a cup of hot coffee billowed and gave rise to a distinctive aroma. The fragrance filled the room with the president's writing on the sign on the table. The aroma of coffee is indeed the best perfume given by nature, light yet elegant. Although bitter but can provide a sense of calm and positive energy in people who drink it.

It was almost two in the morning when the owner of the room glanced at his Arloji. That man is Arya, Arya Nitiraharjo. The sole heir and president director of the RH group. Arya is the perfect guy, she has everything. Wealth, cleverness, and a handsome face. Her hair was jet black, her eye beads were dark brown and sparkling so beautifully. His slightly long canine teeth made him look very sweet when smiling. Unfortunately Arya rarely smiles, the demands of her life make it difficult for Arya to show off that happiness in her face image.

Arya stretched her hand while swerving right and left. Look for a little comfort after sitting for hours staring at work documents. Arya shortly recited the car keys from a pile of other documents that she had not read today. The 24 hours God gave him were never enough to work.

Red sports cars are speeding on quiet streets, heading to a luxury house in the elite area of Jakarta. Arya's face looks so tired, fatigue and sleepiness have approached her. Arya threw herself on the bed, positioning herself as comfortably as possible.

Arya looked towards the ceiling of her room. Indirect lights are dimly lit, causing a feeling of warmth and comfort. Arya stared blankly as her mind was drifting away. Hovering at a fateful incident a few days ago. The red shadow of blood and the scream of pain still haunts him every night.

“I'm sorry,”.

—STROKE COLOR RAINBOW—

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