Poison of Love Arsenio
About the Rain

"Why?" binar asked Rain who looked agitated.

"It's okay. I only glimpsed ... shadows ...." Rain sentence hanging. He looked back at Binar fixedly, making the awkward atmosphere increasingly felt. When Rain looked away, Binar could only look down deeply. This experience was the first of his life. Let alone being kissed by the opposite sex, adjacent to the male figure this time he experienced.

The round eyes of the Binar were tightly closed. The girl tried her hardest to quell the pounding of her crazy heart. Sometimes he heard himself breathing deeply.

"Ma-sorry, Binar. I didn't mean to be insolent. I-I just .. I don't know, I just ...." Rain was nervous until stamped. He himself was also confused and astonished at his attitude. So that all he could do at that time was to massage his nape to cover up the wrong attitude.

Binar quickly shook his head while smiling widely. "It's okay, Rain. Really, I thank you for comforting me" she said shyly.

"Yes. You have to stay strong, but my offer is still valid, Binar. If one day my memory comes back, come with me" the bright brown iris looked meily at the pretty face of the girl who had now begun to be much calmer.

"I thought again." Binar chuckled softly. "After all, I persevered for the sake of my sisters. They are the trust, the flesh and blood of the deceased father. In the past, my father always aspired to send us all as high as possible. If you do not succeed in realizing the dream, then I have to finish it," explained Binar. He tried to bring back all the spirit within him.

"Binar," Rain shook his head in disbelief. Admired at once pity, mixed into one within his chest. After that, Rain fell silent. Silence came back and ruled their togetherness.

"I want to know," said Rain a moment later, "why did you give me the name Rain?"

"Oh, that's ...." A small grimacing, then back down. "That's because .. I like the rain," he replied slowly. "I was a kid then. Every time it rains, you always take me to the terrace. We were raining there. You told me to look up, then scream as loud as possible," said Binar. His eyes glared far through the swift flow of the waterfall. "When the nurse asked me your name, what immediately came to my mind was the word rain, Rain. Jonathan Rain" he continued, smiling.

"Jonathan?" Rain frowned while laughing.

"Yes. I used to like to dream. If I get married and have a child, then I'll name Jonathan, '" Binar said.

"If women?" chase Rain.

"Ehm, who, huh?" Binar half looked up while tapping her index finger on her chin.

"Violet" cetus Rain. "I like that name." Then, the two people fell silent and looked at each other for a while.

"We're like a couple looking for a name for a baby" Rain said.

Seeing Rain laugh, Binar also laughed.

"Thank you, Rain. You really comforted me" he said again.

"Of course, don't think about it. I'm the one who thanked you for being willing to help me selflessly" Rain replied. Her beautiful irises of eyes unceasingly looked at Binar with an adoring look. "Your father must be a very good man" he thought.

"Kok know?" The light chuckled again.

"Because you're also very kind," Rain boasted a smile with a blushing face. So did Binar. He did not know how to respond to the flattery, so the girl chose to shut up and blushed back down.

"It's almost dark. Shouldn't we go home?" thought Rain was trying to get rid of the awkwardness that was back in their company.

"I'm still lazy to go home. Mother if angry, long healed," complained Binar. "I'm tired of hearing him get angry all the time. My head will explode. Not to mention that he started throwing things."

"Did he hurt you?" Rain was so astonished at the attitude of Binar's stepmother.

"Often," Binar turned to Rain, then looked down. He showed a scar on the scalp that had dried up. "My head was thrown in a pot, a hot pot. I'm late to dodge," he pointed.

"I want to spend the night at the waterfall alone," asloh Binar with teary eyes. His tone sounded joking, but inwardly he wished it could happen.

"It's okay. There I am, Binar. We face it all together. I'll protect you." Rain who was originally sitting on the rocks of the spring, finally stood up and extended his hand to Binar.

While Binar only took a long breath, then remained silent for a moment. Glimpsed Rain's palm that still remains outstretched. He stared at it for a moment, then clasped it tightly. "Alright, let's go home," invited Binar in the end.

They also walked down the rocks and across the steep path. While holding hands, the two walked home.

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Elsewhere still in the same region, one looked agitated and confused. He was seen pacing on the side of the highway bordering the dense forest. Before long, a mad girl came and approached the man. "So, how, Mr Burhan? Is there a body or not?" The was-was girl looked at the middle-aged man before her.

"At that time, I've injected a high dose of dope, Non. I'm sure he's over dosing. Especially at that time he was also beaten by children. They dumped his body down there." The man pointed his index finger at the precipitous ravine on the side of the road.

"Having been searched or not? Did they find his body down there or not?" repeat the girl worried.

"Two times the children combed the place, Non Beautiful. However, they did not find Mr. Arsenio's body" the man replied hesitantly.

"Ck, shit!" the girl named Beautiful. For three days he disappeared. "Winona and Chan have also contacted Arsenio's parents. Wait until they have a press conference. Could jeopardize our position, Mr. Burhan!" damprats.

"Then what, Non?" Burhan grew increasingly agitated as he occasionally looked up at the rocky abyss in front of him.

Beautiful did not answer. He looked with a strange look towards Burhan, then grinned. "You're sick, aren't you?" tanyanya slow.

Burhan gulped his saliva. Her feelings said that something terrible would happen to her, and it turned out to be true. Not long after, several large tall men came out of nowhere. They are approaching Beautiful. "So how, Beautiful Ma'am?" ask one of the men.

"We changed plans. Now, you beat up Burhan. Don't be too severe, just look bruised. After that, we take her to the hospital," tell Indah lightly.

"W-what ...what does this mean?" burhan's face paled. He intended to run away from there, but his body seemed to freeze. "Don't!" screeches when the head and arms are hit. Burhan drowned, then fell. His nose and the corners of his lips were bleeding. Her cheeks and temples also looked bruised.

"Stop! That's enough," prevent the beautiful. "Now we're taking him."

Driving an SUV, they took Burhan to a nearby hospital. After receiving treatment, Burhan was moved to an inpatient room. Beautiful waiting patiently, until Burhan comfortable position on the bed.

The girl then grabbed her phone and started a video call overseas. Exactly to Amsterdam, where both Arsenio's parents are located. Lovely put on a sad face and pretended to shed tears, when her call was connected. Seen on the screen a husband and wife who look equally beautiful at the age of those who are no longer young.

"Hello" said the girl sobbing. "It's great to have found Arsenio's driver. His man was seriously injured after being beaten by robbers, om, auntie" he reported.

"Yes, God. Wat er is gebeurd (what happened)?" ask a man whose face dominates the screen.

Lovely immediately switched her phone on to Burhan. That's when Burhan understood that Indah was inviting him to a show. "We were robbed, Meneer. At that time, I was about to deliver Mr. Arsenio to his villa. However, in the middle of the road there were some people blocking our car. They forced Arsenio's manager to get out of the vehicle" Burhan said.

"Arsenio is good at martial arts. How could he decide to go out?" ask the Dutch native.

"They threatened with weapons, sir. Our vehicle's glass is not bulletproof. Mr. Arsenio had to comply with their will. After that, under the threat of weapons, they beat up your son and also beat me up. When we were already helpless, they threw the young master's body into the abyss, then took the car and all the valuables away" Burhan explained at length.

"My son," the beautiful woman inside the screen of the beautiful mobile phone cried bitterly.