Shaman Main
I'm not sick

"Mel, can you ask me something?" Iyan asked quietly, staring lovingly, diving into the depths of Melati's eyeballs.

"May Mas Iyan ask what?" jasmine replied still enjoying Iyan's gaze.

"Melati really love Mas Iyan?" looking for confidence in her own face.

"Yes." Yeah." Melati nodded slowly but many times. "Can Melati ask you for help?"

"What?" tanya Iyan was also very slow.

"If Melati changed, Mas Iyan who had to make Melati back" he said sadly, the clear circle fell slowly on the smooth cheeks of Melati made Iyan touched with a sincere greeting from the deepest heart of Melati.

"What are you thinking about Mel?" Iyan asked again while wiping Melati's tears, in her heart she knew, but to be more sure Iyan needed to know from Melati's lips.

"Let's know, I think my life is a lot of weirdness. And it happened to the people around me, you and also Mas's mother." her gaze turned worried.

Iyan understood what Melati was talking about, also very well understood how complicated the life of this girl who was in front of him was. Once thought of wanting to give up, but seeing him so want to be free, it felt Iyan again eager to defend Melati. Moreover, Arka's behavior, the selfish man will not stop before getting what he wants.

"Mas." call Melati again.

"Yes" Iyan replied, taking a heavy-sounding breath.

"I don't know who to ask for help with, unless you already know everything more than Mom. I promise I will really be a good wife to you, I will obey what you want Mas. As long as I can be free from this difficult situation."

"Mom's just afraid something's wrong with you Mel, maybe I'm surprised to see you prefer me to Arka."

"Isn't it so from the beginning?" ask Melati again.

"Tell me dear." Iyan rubbed back Melati's tears, there was a sense of warmth flowing into the young man's heart. "Mas wants you to obey what Mom wants, I can't do anything about Mom. About Mom's suspicions about me saving you, that's not true and what would be treated if the pellets weren't there? So don't be afraid." Iyan.

"I'm afraid of you."

"I will always pray for you Mel. Surely Allah is Great, He does not sleep Mel. See who is right and who is wrong. It's just not time everything was revealed. So we have to deal with whatever happens, until that help comes after its time." Iyan smiled encouragingly and confidently for Melati.

"That means I have to go follow Mother Mas?" tanya Melati.

"Yes, deal with everything according to the plan above. Rest assured everything has been arranged." said Yes again.

Melati nodded, it felt like Iyan's words were very empowering for her, the young man made her brave. "Thank you, I don't know what I would be if I didn't see you."

"Yes so jasmine, a beautiful village flower, white and fragrant. Of course from a distance I can smell you, where we may not meet." Iyan seduced him sincerely.

Melati nodded again, smiling happily at having Iyan as Arka's replacement and she was much better, opening her eyes to better see the world that was not only as big as her mother's wooden house. There are a lot of bad things to change, there are better things than just sticking with empty expectations with Arka.

"Wait here, I'll buy food for all of us. Mas laper this morning had not had time to eat." Iyan grabbed his bag again.

"This is the money." Melati opened a financial book that had money some sheets tucked in it.

"Make you." Iyan refused.

"But this is allotment money for us to buy Mas food?" Melati does not want Iyan to use personal money.

"Yes, you keep it." Iyan smiled as he passed.

Soon after, Iyan brought back three boxes of food in a large plastic bag.

"Where to buy? I can order it close here, they send it." said Melati as she grabbed a plastic bag, took out three boxes of food and put them on each table.

"All the copies" he replied smiling.

"I have to go home, Mom is waiting." Surely Melati's table is neat.

"But you haven't eaten Mel?" Iyan was worried.

"Look home and bring the food. Instead of waiting." replied Melati put her food again into a plastic bag.

"Instant gas." Iyan closed the food box.

"No Mas. You haven't eaten." Jasmine prevents Iyan's hand from reaching for his motor key. "Mother is banning Mas Iyan from coming home" he explained again.

Iyan snorted in annoyance, but then tried as calmly as possible. "Yes" he said back to sit, but his eyes were still staring at Melati.

Until Melati passed with her order taxi, Iyan was still staring at the street in front of the dealer. Distraught and confused by everything that happened.

While at Melati's house, Mother was prepared with neat clothes. Sitting in the living room waiting for Melati.

"Mom's Assalamualaikum." Enter by holding up shoes. But surprised that his mother was not alone, Melati looked at her mother also Arka alternately.

"I'll take you to Mel." Arka stood looking at Melati who seemed to be paying attention to her.

"Just deliver, mother will leave with ojek." said I'm sure.

"We should take a motorcycle taxi, ma'am, don't bother Mas Arka." Melati tried to refuse.

"I don't bother Mel, I'm willing to do anything as long as you're healed" said Arka a little bit.

"I'm not sick!" upset Melati, staring hard at Arka.

Of course that attitude makes Arka more convinced that there is something in Melati. He chose silence and let Melati into the kitchen, as if she had eaten first. Until a while later Melati was finished and left with Arka.

The journey is quite long, a few hours they just arrived in a different subdistrict with the residence of Melati. They head straight for Aryo's house, her mother's brother Melati.

"Darken?" Aryo came out of his house.

"Yes Uncle." Melati approached Aryo and grabbed the young man's hand.

Shortly thereafter Ibu Nur also came with his subscription ojek.

"Mother." Aryo grabbed the bag that Mother Nur was carrying. A little suspicious he glanced at Arka.

Feeling noticed by investigating by Aryo, Arka finally chose to go home. "Arka saying yes Mom, if you want to be picked up just call me" he said a little nervous.

"Thank You Arka!"