I sat alone, when the rain poured down on the ground. Sitting at the bus stop while waiting for the bus shuttle, which usually arrives at dusk. But it's raining, there's no twilight for today. Maybe the bus will not pass.
Right and left, my eyes tried to trace the sprinkling rain, until then I found the shadow of someone who was running closer. Of course he wants to take shelter, no human being wants to get sick and go to a hospital.
Seen he uses his hands as if to be an umbrella for himself. Even though it's useless, the clothes are soaking wet. His sweat has been mixed with rain water. But at least, he had tried to prevent his body from rain. Even though he knew, it would be useless.
No need a long time to recognize the figure. From his thick eyebrows, glazed eyes, I was able to infer them.
Suddenly, he was sitting next to me. The existence of success makes my blood flow frozen. But thankfully, I could still turn my face away from seeing it. My hands are close to my body, and so are my feet which might have been cold. The air is cold when it rains, even colder when he sits beside me.
He put his backpack forward. Then he opened the black bag, and he quickly took out his jacket. How do I know? I glance at it.
Without further ado, without any hesitation, he offered his jacket to me. I pretend I don't know, I don't care what he does.
"Are you still angry?" He began. His hand still offers me a jacket.
"Quickly wear this. I don't want to see you cold. ", He added, forcing me a little this time.
"I'm not angry. I just want you to be more mature. ", I said to taste. Even though I'm not in the mood to argue anymore.
He put the jacket on his lap. His eyes are still staring at me. I returned his gaze.
"OK. I am wrong. Now you wear this, "he raised his jacket towards me.
"You should apologize to my mom. If only you lied, surely mama would not be heartbroken like yesterday. ", Suddenly my eyes could no longer hold back something that was about to come out. The longer, the stronger the urge of tears to come out. Until then my tears managed to make small ditches at the end of my eyes. I looked away from her, trying to hide these tears. His body approached, and his right hand wrapped around me. Whereas the other hand wiped the tears from the cheeks. He always knows how to make me better.
"I'm sorry, Nal. I love you. I just want them to know this relationship. How long do we want to hide everything? ", He said, this time the tone was low. His hands are still wrapped around me. I use her breasts as head slides. Even I could hear the heartbeat, the warm body that was still the same as usual. I can't deny anymore, I really love this man. But I realize, I can't love him. I lift my head from his chest.
"Sorry, Ji. But we can't be like this anymore. "
"You mean?",
"I know 4 years is a long time, but actually we are really wrong. We shouldn't have a relationship. ", I explained. He still doesn't believe what I say.
"Let's end it here," I said, repeating, which might deepen his heart. His gaze was weak, then spoke up.
"You can't do that, Nal. We are siblings, but you are only my stepbrother. Anyway how could I know that my father will marry your mother. Even if I knew, I would still love you. I swear .. ", he said, not accepting my unilateral decision. His hand took mine and locked it tightly. I was confused, between letting go of his grip or letting it hold warmth into my body. I can still feel the power of his love.
"I love you too, Ji. But fate said otherwise. Your father and my mother will definitely not agree. I want us to just end here. Please understand me just this once. " I explained once more. Hoping he will understand what I have now decided. I don't want the actual decision either.
"If that's the case, how is he?", He rubbed my stomach.
"He doesn't know anything, he's still small and innocent. I want him to be born safe later. ", His hand stopped rubbing. His eyes burst with tears. I can see it, from his gaze down.
"We are not married, why did you do it then?", I regret.
"It's too late. It's too late, honey. You have to dare to face all this. I will talk to my father later about the fetus. ", He said confidently. His hand grabbed my head to close again to his chest. He hugged me strongly, along with that my heart was also strong. Strong will be the belief that there is still a better way for us both, rather than having to choose to separate. The reason is not only because of the fetus I was carrying, but this man who was holding me was my heart's choice. If it was not an option, how could it be possible for up to four years to have a relationship with him.
"I will be responsible. For me, you and the fetus, "he said soothingly.m
