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Kangen

"Sheem." Iyan smiled. "No Mas." replied Iyan again.

"Don't lie, you know that I have a very strong feeling from a long time ago" Angga laughed a little.

Iyan took a breath, of course he knew if his brother had a strong premonition, only he would not be dissolved in prejudice.

"Your opponent?" ask Angga again.

"I guess." Iyan replied, unable to explain anything.

"That's Yan's fresh blood, only black magic can do that." Angga pointed a lap inside the basket of dirty clothes.

Iyan got up and sat down facing her brother, it seemed like she wanted to speak seriously.

"Mas, actually this afternoon I had a fight with someone. He's mad at me, and of course he hates." Iyan.

"Continue?" ask Angga again.

"The woman I'm about to marry has a boyfriend for a long time. Some time ago I tried to express my desire to propose, and it turned out to be accepted." explained Iyan a little wrong, because he was wrong to take Melati from Arka.

"Who's the boyfriend?" ask Angga increasingly curious.

"Arka, the headmaster's son." answered Iyan still sitting limp.

"You're the one who bothers them, you have to accept the consequences." Angga.

"But Melatya mau Mas, I have long wanted to approach him, afraid of rejection. And not expecting that I ended up working at the Dealer, he worked there after a month of work. I couldn't stand it until I proposed, and now he loves me."

"You, never dating, once dating even take having people. Who's got this anger, then what can you do?" Angga punched his sister slowly on the shoulder.

"Yes I can marry her." answered Iyan making Angga laugh.

"So curious." Angga glanced at Iyan's phone.

"Don't Mas, have a crush on me." Iyan grabbed his phone.

"Ashim!" Angga chuckled, but was very sure if the person who would marry his sister was a beautiful girl.

"I'll keep marrying her, Mom."

Angga breathed a look of solemnity on his sister's face. "Mas not sure."

"Why can't he be sure, won't he?" Iyan did not like to hear his brother's words.

"The situation is too complicated, she will not let go of your future wife just like that." look at each other, looking for a way out of Iyan's confusion.

Iyan rubbed his face rough. What Angga said is true, but Iyan can what.

"It's better to postpone first." said Angga again, making Iyan look quickly.

"No Mas, I promised to marry Melati no matter what." Iyan shook his head.

"Yes, we'll see." Angga asked Iyan to go back to sleep.

"Temenin yes Mas!" he said as he grabbed a blanket over his shoulder.

"Say for Melati." Angga teases his sister.

Iyan laughed and began to close his eyes, while Angga was still busy with his thoughts regarding the strange nightmare his sister had just experienced. Back glancing at Iyan's phone, Angga was really curious about the woman named Melati.

...***...

That sunny morning, Melati was prepared with long and neat clothes, although not wearing a veil but slightly reduced the impression of sexy, Jasmine according to what Iyan said, Iyan, wearing the clothes Iyan bought, her heart was happy to see a different model of clothing stuck to her body, occasionally fantasizing that the clothes represented Iyan's warm embrace of her. Melati's red lips were attracted, she was completely in love.

"Bring Mel?" Nur's mother approached Melati who was wearing shoes at the door.

"Just water Mom, later Melati bought a meal at the market with Uncle Adi" replied Melati reaching for a bottle of water.

"Yes already." Mother brought the food box back inside.

"Dare to leave Mom!" little scream.

Walk in a happy mood. Yeah, because last night was alone with Iyan. All this time never thought to fall in love with Iyan, never imagined how fun to joke and laugh with Iyan.

"Mell!" someone called out along with the sound of the motor stopping beside him.

Melati turned her head a little, looking Arka was looking at Melati on her motorcycle.

"Install the car?" Arka said softly, hoping that Melati would go up and according as usual.

"No thanks Arka, Melati just walk." Melati continued her steps.

"Mell." Arka called him again half whining.

Melati does not want to feel sorry to see the face of Arka who is compassionate, although her love is big but also her arrogance. Especially the jealousy that makes rubbing the chest.

"Mel, listen to me for a second." Arka blocked Melati's steps with a motorcycle. "Well Mel, I'll take you." Arka is not desperate.

"Mas, we're done. So you don't have to bother driving me, I can walk." replied Melati.

"I don't want you to walk, didn't Iyan propose to you? Then why doesn't he ever come to pick you up, let you go alone, he doesn't actually love you Mel." Arka tried to say Iyan's shortcomings.

"He's not like that Mas Arka." Melati defending Iyan.

"It's like that Mel." Arka grabs Melati's hand and returns to the tepis by her.

"I'm going alone, come home."

"Mel, I won't give up until you get on and I'll take you." Arka insisted.

"Too Mas!" pissed Melati.

"I don't care about people, the important thing is that I can drive and be with you." Arka didn't give way to Melati.

"Good God." Jasmine covered her face, many people also passed by and saw them arguing by the roadside.

"I won't give up until you want to." The arc makes Melati have no choice.

"All right." Melati riding Arka motorbike, there is no choice this morning but to follow the wishes of Arka. Yeah, just ride the bike, not take Arka back.

In just a few minutes, they had already arrived in front of the dealer where Melati was working. Melati came down without looking Arka, her mind was only on Iyan, knowing she was already inside.

"Kill?" asked Uncle Adi straight up.

"No, Mas Arka forced it to." annoyed Melati sitting on her desk, at a glance Iyan's table was still empty.

Adi did not continue the question, it appears someone came for the submission of a large motorbike whose nominal money is decent. Of course all the tips later, but Melati is not so happy because Iyan has not come.

Jasmine grabbed her phone, perhaps sending a message to Iyan would make her heart not wonder.

"*Mas, where are you?" message in send.

"I'm at home, honey, not feeling well. Sorry I didn't have time to tell you." replied Iyan.

"What pain are you?" back in the send.

"Wind up maybe, this is again a break." Iyan replied again.

"Oh." send again.

"Cock just Oh?" reply Iyan.

"Then how should I?" tanya Melati sent a message back.

"Kangen." reply Iyan briefly.

"Keep Jasmine what should it be?" Melati so confused, between happy and missed the same.

"To the house yes, take your uncle." followed by the emoji begging*.