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You were wrong

There was no answer from the two, their eyes clashing with different highlights, Iyan seemed to be standing upright with an unchanging serenity from her.

In contrast to Arka, the young man looked angry before, but went awry for a moment afterwards. His eyes were reluctant to clash with Iyan, but his hands were agitated for what to do.

"We just talk inside Mas Arka." Iyan asked after.

"No need, I don't need to talk to you. I want you to leave Melati, I don't want you to get close let alone marry her. You know that Melati was my lover for a long time!" arka's voice was slightly raised.

" I know Mas Arka, but before the yellow janur curved Melati is still free to choose. There is no prohibition for that." replied Iyan again.

"But not by cornering me! You should be looking for a woman who doesn't have a boyfriend yet. There's still a lot of it, don't jasmine!" angry Ark.

"But I like Melati Mas Arka, I proposed to him and thank God he accepted. I will make Melati my wife, not just a lover to save sins." replied Iyan, his eyes slightly sharpened to Arka.

"Bad you!" Arka pushed forward Iyan's chest.

"Mas!" Melati screamed close to the two, although there was no resistance from Iyan, but Melati was still afraid, especially Arka seemed to be really angry.

"I'm asking you, leave Melati. She's mine!" Arka pointed at Iyan's face, her chest defiant.

Iyan smiled faintly, "Melati is neither yours nor mine Arka mas, she still belongs to her father. And soon I will take over his father's responsibilities, not just claiming to be mine."

"Set*n you!" Arka again pushed Iyan, he was really angry and offended by Iyan's words. Arka's chest went up and down with her hands clenched firmly.

"Mas! It's Mas!" Melati mediates the two, standing between Iyan and Arka. "Mas Arka must accept if I have chosen Mas Iyan to be my husband." Melati tried to speak well.

"But we've been dating Mel for so long, and you changed in an instant just because of her! You should also think what's wrong with you, isn't that weird?" Arka stared hard at Iyan.

"There is nothing strange Mas, I accepted Mas Iyan's proposal because my heart had chosen him, not because of persuasion, or whatever you were thinking about it." explained Melati.

"But that's weird Mel!"

"No Mas! Mas Iyan showed his sincerity and Melati liked the way of the brave Mas Iyan."

"So you don't think I dare! That coward?" Arka stared angrily at Melati.

Iyan pulled Melati and made her stand behind. "I'm the wrong one here Mas Arka" said Iyan protecting Melati.

"Yes, you're wrong!" snapped Arch.

"Mas Arka how do you want? We finish both, don't be like this, fighting in front of the guy is just like a chicken, just getting hurray and applause when the fight is over. If you can still talk, let's talk, but if not? I will also follow what Mas Arka wishes."

"It's so bad of you!" Arka again grabbed Melati, pulled her hand and distanced Iyan.

"We need to talk!" furious Arka.

"May talk, but sit inside and don't have to tug around like this!" Iyan poked Arka's hand which was holding tightly to Melati's wrist.

Melati looked at Iyan softly and softly, really she wanted to be with Iyan, not Arka. "Mas Iyan go home, Melati must talk to Mas Arka" said Melati did not want to make the atmosphere hotter.

Not willing, as Iyan's gaze spoke. But it's true Melati said, if they need to talk.

"By home." Iyan turned around unwillingly, but insisting there was no use either.

Arka smilingly won, without letting go of Melati's hand, she entered the house.

"Mel, I just want you to rethink your decision. Remember if we've been close for a long time!" Arka reminded me again.

"It is precisely because it has been a very long time, I prefer Mas Iyan who does not need to be close for too long, he is sure to propose to me to be his wife" replied Melati.

"That doesn't guarantee Mel! It could be that behind him isn't as good as you think."

"It is precisely dating very long also does not guarantee. Three years ago Mas! You didn't propose to me either."

"Mell! I beg you, cancel your marriage plans with Iyan. I promise to fix everything, I will be the man you want, we will get married." Arka begged.

"The man I want is Mas Iyan, not you Mas!" jasmine's reply further enraged Arka.

"No Mel. I promise Iyan who Iyan really is, you'll be disappointed when you find out who he really is.

"I'm disappointed to know you're the real Mum."

"Mell!" snapped Arka, did not accept Melati leaving him just like that. She prefers to go back and not come back for a long time.

"Mell!" call Arka until Nur's mother comes home from the vegetable plantation, Melati still does not want to go out too.

"What's up with Arka?" The still tired mother looked astonished with the restless Arka in the living room.

"Didn't want to talk to me Mom!" Arka complained again.

Mother took a breath, tired of hearing them always fight, from the beginning they were close also often quarrel.

"Yes Arka should go home first, let Mother persuade Melati. After a calm silence we can talk again." Mom goes into the kitchen leaving Arka.

Long time, still Arka does not want to go home. Until it was five in the afternoon, then the selfish young man left. Go home with a sour face, restart the motorbike and drive like a bullet.

Mother shook her head with Arka's habits, never changed if she was upset her work speeding up like never going back.

"Mell!" mom knocked on the bathroom door.

Before long the door was open, looking a tangled face Jasmine with a cell phone in her hand.

"Anything, just hide in the bathroom? It's cold." Mom nags.

"Mom knows for yourself that Mas Arka is stubborn. Facing it must also be stubborn. Besides, Melati is tired of talking to Mas Arka, if there is a problem never meets the solution. The edges Melati again had to budge." obviously Melati headed to the dining table and sat there.

"Yes you give up." answered Mom tired.

"Can't ma'am, did he ask Melati to cancel the wedding plan with Mas Iyan! Giving up means Melati failed in marriage!" upset Melati, feeling mother does not know the problem.

"Continue?" Nur's mother was curious.

"So Mas Iyan drove Melati, and almost got into a fight with Mas Arka" explained Melati again.

"Where do Iyan go?" ask Mom again.

"Dear it home."