The Love of the Boss
11
"Look. That's beautiful, Mom." I don't know how many times Zety spoke like that. Accompanied by an expanding smile that makes Gatra seem infected. Instead of feeling upset, Gatra was comforted by Zety's tacky attitude.
Zety was sitting on a long bench staring at the expanse of colorful flower plants. So beautiful and able to refresh the brain. Zety repeatedly took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. While Gatra, not a single bit took his eyes off the girl.
"You don't want to go home yet?" ask Gatra. Not that he was feeling puffed up, but Gatra was worried that rain would soon fall because the sky was already looking so cloudy.
"Let's go, Mom." Zety sat down. He looked up and looked at the wisp of the slightly dark sky.
"Where is it raining? Didn't you see that the sky was dark" said Gatra.
"What if it rains? It's just exciting if we're rain water toys." Zety spoke very casually. "I really like the rain" he said.
Because the rain reminds me of Oma and somehow for now I miss her a lot. Zety just continued his words in his heart.
Just finished talking, the rain really came down with a rush. Gatra invites Zety to shelter, but Zety just flinch. Not the slightest move of his body, and precisely closed his eyes so as not to get sick hit by the water that fell from the sky.
"Go, Mas. I still want to be here" Zety said.
"Come, rainwater is not good for your health." Gatra continued to invite, but Zety still refused.
"alright. I'll wait five minutes after that we'll go back to the hotel." Gatra also complied. Letting rain water drench his entire body as it was impossible for Gatra to leave Zety alone. Although for now he has not loved Zety, but he is not that kind of man by leaving Zety alone under the rain.
Zety closed his eyes again. Unknowingly, tears flowed along with the rain that had soaked his entire face as his childhood memories came to light.
"Oma, let's get some rain. Opa said, rainwater can make us big fast," whined the little boy about five years old. To him, rain water was an amazing thing.
"alright. But don't be long. Later if your Papa comes home, you will be scolded all out," the middle-aged woman said. The little girl just nodded.
Sure enough, so engrossed in playing in the rain, the boy did not realize the return of the papa. The man in a neat suit was inflamed when he saw his daughter drenched in the backyard. Unmercifully, he dragged his daughter and flushed her with water from the pool that was located right next to the courtyard.
"Don't I tell you never to play rain! Don't remind me of my wife's favorite! Because of you, my wife is dead! You fucking son of a bitch!" The man continued to pour the pool water and stopped only when the old woman came to save her grandson.
"Oma .. I'm afraid." The girl's body trembled violently, while the man left without any guilt.
"Patience, Honey. From now on, promise Oma that you won't play with rain water again." The middle-aged woman stretched out her pinky and was immediately greeted by the little boy accompanied by a weak nod.
'Forgive me, Oma. Right now I'm breaking my promise to Oma not to play rain.' Inner Zety.