Prisoner's Wife Raka
10. Rinse it off

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The incident one year ago, which is still very imprinted in the heart and memory of Dinara. The main character in his life, left without saying goodbye and did not return even though he waited. However, the man was present amid the tranquility of Dinara's soul.

Exactly at night the day after Dinara's birthday. Still played the man's voice when congratulating and giving gifts, then his promise to always be together.

"Happy birthday, beautiful."

Dinara carved out her most beautiful smile, staring at Abram with the twinkle of an eye for being so happy. He reached out to receive the gift box. "Please, Brother," Dinara said.

"Silver know, if according to some people, birthdays are not considered happy because of increasing age and approaching death. But, Brother wants to make today, the most beautiful day for you" Abram said. Then, the man reached into Dinara's hand and grasped it tightly as if reluctant to take off. "We're both going on, huh? Until at any time and promise only death do us part." Abram's words were so deep at that time that made Dinara nod.

Abram pulled Dinara into his arms, a warm and close embrace felt by the two lovers. To encourage each other with trust. However, it turns out that only Dinara is too trusting to be disappointed.

That night how the time that Dinara wanted to always stay. The beautiful moment exceeded the sound of the rain she loved.

The next day, Abram was swallowed by nature. Without any news and disappearing from sight, not even receiving a phone call Dinara, let alone a message that still exists to this day. Dinara came to the man's house, but nil.

Dinaara was sad, her world was destroyed in one day. After that happy moment, Abram took it without sin. On the second day Abram did not show the nose, word spread that the man had moved house and university.

Dinara tried to find out, half dead she tried, even the mother pity to see her poor daughter. "Dear, already! Don't be sad!" Rania held Dinara so tightly.

Dinara's dark room, not implied a little happiness. Broken to pieces, there was no Dinara's beautiful smile left, it was all gone. Abram really makes Dinara broken, fragile, and reluctant to open his heart again. Until half a year passed, he gave up and decided to stop.

Dinara lowered her head, making Raka sad to see him. Then, the man pulled Dinara into his arms while gently stroking the wife's head. Heavy, Raka held the anger in her to the man who had been her best friend.

Seeing his wife's heart hurt so badly, Raka also felt her great wounds. Not bleeding, but strep. "Now there is me" said Raka. Dinara realized, he was too over the line, suddenly pushing Raka's body away from him.

Dinara wiped her tears with her hands. "Sorry, brother, I just want to tell that story, so you're not surprised that I'm afraid to be alone."

"On our deal, really three months?"

Raka was stunned for a moment because Dinara still considered it real, even though it was only Raka's reason for her to accept. "Yes." Yeah."

"Lo's better?" asked Raka, Dinara nodded. "If so, I'll go back to my room." Then, Raka sauntered out of Dinara's room.

Raka slammed the door of Dinara's room until the girl was a little surprised. Angry, upset, sad to be one in his heart. The man slammed his body on the mattress, feeling dizzy on the head. "Gue will get your heart, Ra," Raka murmured.

Indeed, Raka initially refuses, but Dinara is different from the girls she meets during her life. Love, then love gets bigger when you meet often. For whatever sake, Raka would desperately gain Dinara's heart, until at any time.

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Raka steps down the campus corridor. He was looking for calm because he had a fight with Abram. Still upset because Abram never made the wife destroyed. His steps are stopped when he accidentally crosses paths with Dinara and Raisa. His wife stared intently at him, while Raisa seemed excited to meet Raka. "Hi, Raka's sister," said Raisa.

Raka frowned. "Who?" asked Raka, even she did not know a student of her age.

"Raisa, majoring in literary language." Raisa reached out, hoping to be held by Raka. However, the man pulled Dinara's hand and pulled her away. "Who? The dinara!" shout Raisa.

"Today, you can't see Abram! If you'll see me ...." Raka cradled her sentence again, looking like a frightened person. "Just don't meet!" her door.

"Why?"

"I guess I can't, anyway?" Raka said with a witty.

Dinara did not answer. Then, he breezed away leaving Raka and rushed to pull Raisa's hand to take her away. Raka clucked annoyed at seeing it. "Awas aja lo," grumbled Raka.

"Lo what's the relationship with Raka?"

"You guys dating?"

"Dating, huh?"

"If you are really dating, do not let the campus community know. It could be bad."

Raisa's a lot of talk right now, but Dinara's trying not to talk about it. "I'm not dating Raka, it was just a campus issue" Dinara said, seeking a defense for Raisa to believe.

"Masa, anyway? What problem is it?"

Dinara is almost frustrated, easily curious and a lot of questions. Dinara had finished his words to answer the question Raisa had asked.

"North!" The voice of the man who was deeply attached to Dinara's memory, made her flinch in shock. Abram ran up to her, then sat down on the chair beside her and stared with that soothing look. "So I'm not going to say anything" Abram said.

"Wait on! Don't you guys go out?" Raisa screeched loudly, thus distracting some people in the canteen. "Yes?"

"No!" replied Dinara loudly.

Abram was slightly jolted at Dinara's refusal. He looked at Dinara deeply. "Next night Brother to your house, shall you?" said Abram.

"Make what?"

"Main aja's. Same with Mother."

"Don't."

"Why?" asked Abram. Dinara shook his head, then got up from his seat.

"Raisa, I have class. You if you still want to be here, I'll go first." But Raisa did not answer, Dinara had already sauntered away to make Raisa and Abram sculpt.

"I'm sorry, sister, it still hurts, '" Dinara murmured in his footsteps, who went nowhere. Tears were not felt as if they had already dripped and fallen to the earth.

Fortunately, the place he passed by was quiet, so Dinara did not have to be afraid to pour her tears. Her bead widened as her hand was blocked and pulled. Dinara opened her eyes, Raka standing in front of her staring.

In a quiet music room, Raka pulls the girl into her arms. Dinara tried to take off by pushing Raka's body, but the man tightened his embrace. "Udah, just cry! It is safe here, really," said Raka while stroking Dinara's head.

Dinara fell silent, her uncomfortable heart getting worse. The tear dam is now spilled in Raka's arms. Dinara clasped Raka's clothes firmly, holding back so that the sound of crying did not come out. Raka reviews a thin smile, feeling happy to be a place of complaint someone valuable to him.