OLEANDER'S OBSESSION
Crying If It Sick

...“Please, cry if this really hurts. Crying is not because of weakness, Om just tired.” - Joey...

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TONG TING!

Rain stops his childhood story to Joey while listening to the sound of the bell ringing. Looks like it was the courier who delivered his online order earlier.

“But yeah,” said Rain while gently stroking Joey's cheek. He smiled without any burden as he looked at Joey. Then he got up from the side of the bed and rushed out of the room.

Joey's frozen. He really did not think that the cold man, it turns out, had a deep wound that could not be healed in a short time. How could he hide that inner wound for so many years? Then, how could he smile without a burden after telling the wound he hid?

Joey had felt that the universe was never fair to him because it was given a terrible life, but apparently, there was something worse than him. He only felt the pain of living for four years, after which Rain found it and gave life enough so that he could feel the learning well and have many friends.

Although Rain? The man lived inside a shackled, grudge-like cage that kept his life monotonous and colorless for twenty-seven years. He must live in the shadow of the wounds of his first love who died by suicide and a sister he could not meet. How could the man have sustained such a deep wound all this time?

“I should be the most comfortable home for her to go home!” mumbling Joey shivering.

Finally, the uneasy feeling that made his stance fickle now became firm. He has found a purpose for which he must strive and defend. It was the best home for the man to go home.

The girl got up from the bed, she headed to the door of the room and ran out. Out of nowhere, the pain and joy are forgotten for a moment so that he can run towards Rain who is in the kitchen at this time.

“Om!” call Joey in a hoarse tone. He hugged the man's back from behind. The taste of haru that burst in the chest instantly burst out as he could smell the distinctive aroma of the body of his lamp of life. His two weak hands tightly hugged the athletic body of the man.

“I can, Om! I can!” joey exclaimed with her hoarse voice.

Rain was astonished and confused by the girl's strange behavior. What does his word mean? Why is he running out? Isn't that girl sick? Just go to the bathroom, he was carried.

Curious, Rain turned her body to face Joey. As he turned his body to face the girl, Joey pressed his head against Rain's chest. Then, Rain gently stroked the girl's head while chuckling.

"What the hell is that? Suddenly run, keep saying can?” tanya Rain was confused.

“Starting this second, if Om is tired, Om just find me. Because I've always been the most comfortable home for Om to go home and rest. Om not alone, I was always there for Om,”.

Rain's eyes suddenly glazed over. What is this feeling? He feels foreign. A warm feeling where he wanted to overflow right then and there.

In his entire life, he had never felt this sad. His last sorrow was the moment where he saw his first love breathe its last breath. After that, he never felt the tears wash over his cheeks. But now? After twenty-seven years, the warm clear water slowly came out wetting his cheeks.

“Hahaha... You really are my biggest weakness,” muttered Rain softly while laughing bitterly. Although tears were seeping down her cheeks one by one, the curvature on her lips formed a smile. The smile of a man who has been living in the aridity of love and affection, but haunted by a gripping silence and kills slowly.

Joey raised his head. He looked up, towards the man who was fifteen inches taller. For some reason, both of his hands grabbed the man's head and pulled him into a hug. Now the man's body is slightly bent and in the arms of his beloved Oleander.

“Do not hold yourself. Seeing Om like this has been very torturing to me, especially Om who faced him for twenty-seven years,” murmured Joey softly.

“Sick, right?” joey asked softly while hugging tightly onto Rain's burly body. “Kalo sick it's crying, pitting. Not silence. Om it's a human, not a robot.”

“Please, cry if this really hurts,” pinta Joey.

The tenderness and warmth that Joey gave off, pushed it all over and knocked down Rain's entire wall of arrogance and arrogance. All this time, Rain felt that he was strong. But without realizing it, he was so fragile and needed a place to lean.

The man was no longer able to stem the pain he had been hiding, slowly his sobs faintly sounded. So heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

“Nnothing, crying is not because of weakness, Om just tired,” persuaded Joey slowly while patting the man's back slowly.

From now on, he struggled to hold a lump in the chest. But unbearable. He also cried bitterly with the man he loved, feeling the pain of emptiness and loneliness that befriended vengeance.

“I promise, will always be on the side, Om. So, from this second also never feel alone.”

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SERIATE…