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Go to smart people's homes

"Mas Arka threatened me?" tanya Melati stared intently at Arka.

"Yes, if Mom finds out then she'll ask us to get married soon?" Arka smiling wins.

"If I obey, the result will be the same. Does that mean I have no choice?" jasmine asked with the same look.

"Well, according to or I'll tell your mother everything." Arka grabbed Melati's hand.

"But I don't love you anymore Mas Arka, I want you to understand if it's useless if we continue our relationship, if we end up unhappy." Melati is still trying as quietly as possible.

"We are happy Mel, we are very happy before the arrival of Iyan in our lives. You're a big deal to me, you love me so much. I remember very well how you enjoyed everything every time we both." Arka grabbed Melati's hand which blocked the table.

"Stop Mas, it's been a better night Mas Arka came home." Melati increasingly dizzy with the attitude of Arka, especially always bring up the past. Added to that by threatening their relationship.

"I still miss." Arka looked at my beautiful face Melati.

"Then I go in first Mas, I'm really sleepy." Melati no longer raised her voice, trying to talk to Arka.

"Alright, but I'll stay here, I don't want Iyan to come after me." Arka smiled cynically.

"Yes, Mas just wait." slightly smiled but held back the annoyance half to death.

Jasmine went into her room, either sleeping or thinking. Arka's threat made her agitated, imagining what her next days would be like.

"What if Mas Arka really told Mom? Maybe my marriage with Mas Iyan really failed, even more so the attitude of Mother who is currently more supportive of Mas Arka." Melati took a breath, trying to throw the tightness in her chest.

"I'd better obey Mas Arka for a while, wait after Mom's good return." muttered Melati again.

Of course, he could not tell anyone, including Iyan. Melati is really in a dilemma with an increasingly complicated atmosphere between Iyan, Arka, Mother, and herself.

That morning Melati woke up at Seven o'clock, restless all night making her body feel uncomfortable.

"Mel's work?" I asked while sitting at the dining table.

"Yes, Mom." Jasmine sat down and had breakfast.

"Later the same permission Adi, go home at noon like yesterday." asked Mom while spooning fried rice into her mouth. Looks like mom won't go to the vegetable plantation, she's still relaxed and just looking at Melati who's having breakfast.

"Yes" Melati replied unwilling to ask anything, there may have been news from Uncle Aryo, so thought Melati.

Melati finished her breakfast and then left for work. The beautiful girl deliberately returned on foot even though there were two men who were willing to take her. Saturated with Arka that is getting bolder and reckless even though it has been rejected, sometimes Melati wants to go from the village away from Arka and everything. But back again he remembered someone who made him not tired of staying and fighting for his relationship, namely Iyan.

"Izin' home soon? Where are you going Mel?" tanya Iyan looked at the wonder of her lover.

"Mother who asked for Mas, most want to go to Uncle Aryo's house again" replied Melati already carrying a bag on her shoulder.

"Intermediate Bags?" Iyan grabbed Melati's hand, Iyan's handsome face looked sad and made Melati feel sad.

"No need to." replied Melati softly.

"Mas believe me?" tanya Melati really wants to make Iyan believe.

"Mas believes in you, only Mas doesn't believe in Arka. You know for yourself he really wants you, not even reluctant to do things like yesterday Mel. And I'm also worried that you'll enjoy the game. If that's it?"

"No, it's not." Melati was eager to convince Iyan, but I don't know. Melati was afraid she wouldn't believe it after everything Iyan saw that night.

"Yes, go." Iyan tried to smile, as well as try to believe in Melati, and still believe in God, if the soul mate is not going anywhere.

Melati grabbed Iyan's hand and kissed her back before finally passing without looking back.

Iyan smiled a little, although his heart was still not calm, but a short kiss on the back of his hand was quite pleasant.

Arriving at home, Melati entered and still with the same view, the white male figure was sitting in the living room, it seemed like he had made an agreement with Mother.

Melati did not say hello, there was not even a greeting as usual. Go straight to the room and change clothes.

"Easy eating Mel?" asked Mom to peek at the curtains in Melati's room.

"Already Mom." replied Melati did not want to talk much. Besides being tired, you will also get tired because you prefer to argue lately. Hopefully the ustadz named Ahmad has returned home, and can treat his mother who is getting strange.

"We leave, don't forget to wear a jacket." Nur's mother reminded.

"Tumbens?" murmured Melati, usually not like that if only to Aryo village.

Before long Melati was ready as was her mother, appearing to wear a jacket and trousers. Jasmine watched her mother from head to toe.

"Let's go, you're the same Arka." asked Ibu Nur pointed to Arka who had turned on his motorcycle.

Melati according to, can't fight, right? He was alone, while Arka and his mother were getting along.

Arka speeding faster than usual makes Melati inevitably hold on to Arka, afraid of falling but also busy thinking with the road they pass is not the way to Aryo's house.

"Where are we going, man?" jasmine asked while looking at her mother was also following from behind.

"To the house of a smart person." replied Arka while staying focused on the speed of his motorbike.

"Smart guy how Mas? Why didn't you say it first?" upset Melati felt in lying, moreover her mother also did not explain anything.

"Already, you are silent." said Arka again, one hand grabbed the finger of Jasmine and made her hug Arka's stomach.

Melati pulled his hand, but Arka held back until finally resigned rather than falling both on the street.

Almost two hours, the day had shown at 14:00, they had just arrived at a house that was fairly simple and quiet, under a lush banyan tree, making Melati shudder to see the surroundings.

"This is her house?" asked Ibu Nur a little surprised, much different from the house of Ustadz Ahmad who looks clean and comfortable.

"Yes, Mom." Arka put her helmet on the bike, then walked towards the door and knocked on it.