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Angrier

Arka increasingly pull the motorcycle gas until the roar makes Melati also Iyan reflex closing the ears. Arka's face reddened with sharp glittering eyes, she did not want to look at Iyan directly but rather to the sour battle, but Melati clearly saw the glint of Arka's eyes was very terrible.

"Then I go home!" Iyan said goodbye to Melati, she kept a smile and a calm manners, even though she knew Arka was angry.

"Yes Mas Iyan, thank you." replied Melati smooth and polite. Of course such a remark further burned Arka's chest.

"Let's Arka!" Iyan said hello also sounded the horn as a sign of mutual respect, but not for Arka, he smiled cynically and stared disliked.

"Let's go in!" as well as Melati, it seems she learned a lot from the way Iyan treats people.

Arka stepped with an annoyed face, a face that made Melati nauseous without having to mabok the vehicle first. Funny attitude Arka who has grown up is still always like a toddler, must be elus and seduced repeatedly to persuade him, he said, then after having to keep giving up and obey endless desires, then he smiled again and his face then became light.

"You drink the Ark!" jasmine asked normally, this time showing no concern over sulking Arka.

Arka did not answer, ignited a cigarette and then sucked it by closing his eyes. Again, his thick lips were like he was muttering but quietly inaudible even if it stuck nearby.

"Mas Arka!" Melati asked again, the young girl also did not sit next to him, she survived standing near the wooden table where she used to put her small bag.

Of course Arka was increasingly upset with the actions of Melati who ignored him.

'Damn it! How dare Melati not care about me.'

Long silence finally Melati relented too. It was late afternoon he had to cook and take a bath, soon his mother would be home.

"Mas Arka's angry?" tanya Melati approached Arka, the intention of the heart to answer check dead every everything that will be heard.

"I don't like you getting too close to Iyan, I don't want you to give me hope!" pissed Ark.

"I give no hope, I'm just learning to be friends with outsiders other than just knowing yourself Mas Arka" replied Melati politely.

"But not with that guy Mel! You know he likes you!" arka's voice is rising.

"Who doesn't like me? If Uncle Adi comes, you also say I should not be too close to him. I have to be friends with who Mas Arka is, do you not realize that at this time I am like a fool who does not know the world." replied Melati, somehow this time he has a lot of courage.

"You're different Mel, you fight!" Arka looked at Melati's face in wonder. He did not expect Melati to answer his words, it was not at all as usual.

"I'm not fighting Mas Arka, I'm just thinking that I'm nobody to you. I have no more rights over you, you are like me!"

"Darken!" angry Ark.

Melati just smiled, she felt today her eyes were open, why not since yesterday-yesterday she saw the bad side of Arka, as well as the temperament that should be able to make Melati easily leave her.

Arka immediately grabbed Melati's hand, grasped it tightly and kissed her for a moment. "Please stay away from Iyan, he won't be able to love you like I love you. Believe me no one else loves you like I do, only me Mel!" memelas.

"I know Mas Arka, but don't be too suspicious or not like other people, not necessarily they are the same as you think." Melati felt victorious, really it turns out that conquering Arka can be started in such a way.

"Mas loves so much, Mas is afraid of losing you Melati" Arka said again.

"You still love me, don't you, Mel?" tanya Arka tests the reaction of the spell that has been read many times.

"Of course Mas Arka, only I don't like you being too jealous." replied Melati subtly.

"That's because Mas loves you too much." replied Arka softly, half seducing Melati.

"I know Mas Arka." Melati is helpless if this is the case, Arka can always find a gap to make Melati submit to him.

"Then Mas went home first, later tonight mas came." Arka's face again beamed. He was very happy with the change in attitude Melati, had looked tough and fight, but now he again according, Arka wants him always like that.

"Mother!" Melati saw that mother had come home, as usual the middle-aged woman would enter the house through the back.

"What's the big lady?" Melati grabbed the plastic bag her mother was carrying.

"Metik spinach but just a little, maybe three days to harvest all" replied Nur's mother into the bathroom.

Jasmine began busy cooking, cooking rice and cooking vegetables together. He is very accustomed to cooking, but only limited to village cuisine, understand that he never went out of the area.

"So Arka came here?" ask Mother Nur.

"Yes ma'am, but for a second. Last time Melati home delivered Mas Iyan." honestly Melati.

"Iyan is Yanto's son, right?" asked Mama to look at Melati's face.

Melati nodded, while continuing her cooking activities.

"Mother agrees more with Iyan than with Arka Mel!" Mother was instead sitting on a wooden bench near the bathroom, it seemed she was interested in discussing Iyan.

"That's if Mas Iyan wants Mom!" jasmine replied softly while slightly smiling, to be honest her heart was not convinced yet.

"Yes, if you're a soul mate. I prefer the same family Mr. Yanto, simple and what it is."

Melati turned her head, it seems like Mother is giving support. There was little desire to be Iyan's current wife, a simple, kind and Soleh man. Melati so smiled to herself imagining it.

"Actually, I'm tired of your relationship. Whether true or not, about her mother Arka does not agree with you has become an open secret. Some of them think we're the ones who persuaded Arka to keep in touch with you Mel! Sometimes you take offense." said Mom with a disappointed face.

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Melati turned off her stove, sat down to approach Mom. "I'm also confused Mom, why their hearts make such gossip, while when I came to the house Arka her mother did not behave badly" said Melati felt the same uneasy.

"Actually, Arka has any intention of getting married or not Mel? I'm ashamed she keeps coming every day. People's prejudices are different!" Mother began to get carried away with feelings of annoyance when remembering Arka.

"I'll talk to Mas Arka again."