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I can't wait anymore

"Mas wants to go to Melati's house, okay?" ask Iyan over the phone call.

"Of course it may be Mas, only Melati is afraid if she meets Mas Arka again" replied Melati.

"Mas won't be long, there's just something to ask." Iyan explained a little.

"Hem, lama can also be Mas." Melati tries to tease Iyan.

"Then they do not return home" replied Iyan, replying to Melati's temptation.

The laughter from the beautiful girl, just joking like that already made her very happy.

"Yes, open the door." Iyan asked again.

"Later after Mas Iyan came, if it is opened now it is not Mas Iyan who came, but a ghost." Melati was still sitting in her room. He did not know if Iyan was already in front, could even hear his words without using the phone.

"Open my darling, I'm going in!" pinta Iyan again.

"Mas don't joke, I don't want to see a human-like dedemit after opening the door." Melati's a little upset.

"Mas wasn't kidding. Try to open the door, I'm already in front." Iyan said seriously.

Jasmine kept her phone away from her ear, then moved out. Peering a little from the door hole, it turns out there is Iyan outside, with a white shirt and neat, Melati immediately opened the door.

"Certainly right?" Iyan smiled sweetly, looking at Melati's pretty face with great longing.

"Come in." Melati blushed in embarrassment, while then closing the door again.

"Mas is afraid you're asleep, so call first." Iyan sat next to Melati.

"I haven't slept Mas, mom hasn't come home from Bu Lek's house down the alley, was asking for a cake" Melati replied rising from her seat. "Want coffee or tea?"

"No, I just finished eating." Iyan grabbed Melati's hand asking her to sit back down.

"If thirst asks, then." Jasmine laughs.

"Of course, 'wives." Iyan looked at him lovingly. "Oh yes, Arka must have been very angry." asked Iyan again.

"Not really, just a little arguing. Whatever it is I will not turn away from you Mas Iyan, I want us to get married quickly, free me from this complicated atmosphere." he said expectantly.

"I can't wait to take your wife, too. That's why I came to ask Mom, how much money do you need for alms later?" tanya Iyan clasped Melati's hand.

"Mother didn't ask for anything Mas, as much as Mas Iyan could." Melati really felt appreciated, loved, and loved with all her heart by Iyan.

"Yes, then my mother's father wouldn't be confused looking for money anymore, if only for a simple thanksgiving were all there." Iyan smiled showing off his red lips and white teeth, handsome as hell.

Melati nodded, letting the handsome man enjoy her pretty face, also continued to clasp her hands occasionally frowned in affection.

"Three more days my parents will come, don't refuse ya!" Iyan stared at the face of the ayu that was full of hope.

Melati shook her head slowly, "I can't refuse you Mas, instead I'm afraid you're leaving me because of Mas Arka. I don't know why I'm so worried about parting with you." There was sadness in her beautiful clear eyes after that remark.

"I'm scared of Mel too, I love you so much. I just want to take you home now so I don't see Arka again." Iyan tightened his hand.

"Masih Mas, he'll often pass in front of your house if you take his father to work."

Iyan laughed loudly. "Then I'll lock you in the room can't go out. Only I can see your pretty face." Iyan approached Melati's face.

"Indeed, I'll make you limp and just whine spoiled. That must be so much fun, adorable." Iyan pulled out Melati's nose, this time Melati held onto Iyan's sturdy arm.

"Come on!" said Melati teasing Iyan.

The man chuckled amusedly, only shaking his head at the girl ayu beside him, his face and manner increasingly making Iyan's heart unhinged. "Mother's not home anymore, right?" Iyan continued his tease.

Melati hid her face on Iyan's shoulder, despite the temptation alone, but it was enough to make Melati misbehave.

Iyan grabbed Melati's shoulder and hugged her, rubbing and pecking her head. Breathing in and exhaling quietly, he was arranging something volatile that was hard to control.

"Don't change your decision Mel, I can't imagine what if you leave me." whispered Iyan in Melati's ear.

"I won't do that Mas, I want to live with you, come with you wherever you go. It's hard to be happy you have to take me always." replied Melati returning Iyan's embrace.

Iyan smiled by propping up his chin above Melati's head, there was a feeling of relief hearing Melati's words. It means that Melati is really in love with him.

"Mas has to go home, baby." He saw a faithful face hiding in his left chest.

"Dear to follow" he said whining teasing Iyan, it was fun to see the smile and laughter on the face of his beloved man.

"Later mom gets angry, keep the kitchen money asked to be added." joked Iyan.

Jasmine chuckled, loosening a fairly long embrace. "Most directly brought to the penghulu Mas."

"Patience, dear, it's actually Mas who's impatient." Iyan laughed widely followed by Melati who was no less happy.

"Be careful of Mas's return, I don't want you to fight Mas Arka. If he was looking for trouble Mas Iyan just avoid it, I don't want my husband's face to be ugly from fighting." as he got up from his seat.

"Yes, I don't want to darling either, don't want you to look away because my face is bonyok." replied Iyan embracing Melati.

"That's all it knows." Jasmine opened the door.

"Mas go home ya." rubbed Melati's head and then her smooth cheeks.

"Yes, it's." Melati really enjoy the touch of Iyan's hand, it feels very comforting.

"Tomorrow Mas pick up" he said back to his head, apparently Iyan's motorcycle was placed at the end of the yard, probably avoiding Arka.

Melati nodded, waiting until the good man actually passed. Honestly, Iyan did not want to go home quickly, but it was all Iyan did so as not to happen more than just hugging Melati.

The night is getting late, at 00:00 Iyan has not been asleep, restless and wrong.

"Tumben tonight the weather is hot." murmured Iyan stood turning on the fan.

His eyes were really sleepy, but it seemed like something was bothering him when he started closing his eyes. Long restless until finally asleep too.

"Wake up!"

The voice of someone who was angry interfered in Iyan's ears.

"Wake up!" he snapped again, this time Iyan tried to move but seemed to be crushed by a large stone, his body could not at all.

Iyan tried to open his eyes, but it was difficult like being hit by glue felt sore and tightly closed.

"Hemp, hemp." Intention to scream for help but his mouth could not open either.