Pap Hujan Di Jalan Novels & Stories

I turn and storm up the road. “What are you raging about?” he yells as he follows. “Go away.” I pause and look up for a moment as the skies open and huge raindrops start to fall sporadically. Oh great, it’s going to pour down now. I keep power walking up the road. The downpour comes loud and heavy and we start to run to find cover. I cross the road to stand under an awning from a bakery, and he follows and stands next to me. We stand in silence as we watch Mother Nature cause her havoc.

He barely crossed the street before the rain came—first a drizzle, then a downpour that turned umbrellas inside out. “Perfect,” Daniel muttered under his breath, jogging toward the nearest shade. His jacket was no match for the sudden rain, and within seconds, he was soaked. He ducked under a small shop canopy, squeezing in with two strangers who were also hiding from the storm. He shook his hands, sending droplets flying, and then reached for his phone—only to realize the screen had gone black from water damage. “Great. Fantastic. Just beautiful,” he groaned softly. But as he looked up from his ruined phone, something caught his attention.