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If mom refuses?

Melati rushed up, out to the bathroom adjacent to the kitchen. No matter his mother was busy preparing breakfast he immediately entered and immediately cleaned himself.

Shortly after, he came out with a fresh face. "Mom, Melati bring supplies." he said reminding his mother.

"Wouldn't we have breakfast first?" her mother asked a little screamed because Melati had already entered her room.

"No Mom, it's late!" the answer was also a little screaming.

His mother immediately filled the food box as well as small drinking water to carry Melati.

"Are you ready, Mom?" jasmine asked out of her room.

"It." Mom put Jasmine's provisions into a black plastic bag.

"Dear off ma'am, assalamualaikum." Melati grabbed her hand and kissed her mother's back.

"Yes, careful. Greetings wa'alaikum." replied the mother, just staring at her son's back until it was lost behind the living room.

Jasmine walked again this morning, a little in a hurry she glued her unsuitable shoelaces.

Tin,,,tin.

Melati turned her head, hearing the sound of a motor horn that was familiar to her.

The man smiled, a fresh and handsome face without a helmet he looked relaxed.

"Mas!" call Melati standing up straight with a fluffy smile.

"here." Iyan grabbed the plastic bag in Melati's hand, putting it on his motorbike.

"It's just food, I wasn't told to go up?" tanya Melati with pursed lips.

Iyan laughed a little, really the beautiful Melati made Iyan anxious half to death.

"Can you ride alone, do you want Mas Iyan who ride Melati?" Iyan teased her, deliberately making Melati's delicate cheeks glow pink.

Melati directly positioned herself behind Iyan, slightly tiptoed and rose to sit perfectly.

"Have you?" tanya Iyan turned her head slightly, even though only the tail of her eyes caught part of Melati.

"Had You?" answer Jasmine refined.

"Hug dong!" Iyan is getting ignorant of teasing Melati.

"Ih, shame on you." Jasmine pushed Iyan's back slightly, making the man chuckle.

"Well, wait a minute, let's not be ashamed." Iyan still continued his words, while starting to speed away.

The breath that had been congested was now relieved after seeing Iyan and sitting behind him in a distance. For some reason this morning Melati's heart is getting flowery just looking at her smile Iyan and hearing her ignorant speech.

"Mel." call Iyan slowly.

"Hem?" Melati closer to himself, until almost stuck.

"It has arrived." said Iyan only half-turned so that his words heard Melati.

"Gosh my god." Melati rushed down, he forgot if the motor had stopped.

Iyan just smiled to himself, parked his motorcycle and then entered following Melati.

Melati who still feel embarrassed, busy or pretend to be busy preparing her desk, while arranging the location of the laptop and other files. It's in better taste than getting led by Iyan again.

"Why? Embarrassed?" tanya Iyan approached Melati, even very close.

"No, it was just a little daydreaming" replied Melati trying not to go awry.

"Say you miss." Iyan sat down at the table, staring at Melati's face very closely.

Iyan grabbed Melati's shoulder and inevitably her face came back face to face despite not wanting to stare.

"I don't have another Mel. Precisely you, have another and he is always with you." said Iyan more seriously, softly but sounding sad.

Melati looked at Iyan with mixed feelings, right what Iyan said if Arka was always with him, of course Iyan knew everything because a young man like Iyan was not stupid, but now Melati can what?

Melati cried and immediately hugged Iyan tightly, hiding in her warm chest spilling all erratic uneasiness.

Iyan replied, loose yet warm, sincere and affectionate.

"I have to how is Mel?" asked Iyan slowly, not denying his heart was also agitated because of Melati.

"Bring me away Mas, I'm tired" said Melati still with tears streaming down Iyan's chest.

"This week, Mas Angga will return to Kalimantan" Iyan replied as if holding the burden.

Melati looked up at Iyan's face, the breath of the handsome young man was very fragrant and warm into Melati's chest, increasingly wanting to inhale it for a long time.

"I'll come to your house tonight. I will clarify our relationship." said Iyan still hugging Melati.

"What if Mom rejects you?" ask Melati worried.

Iyan did not reply, looking at Melati's face for a long time.

"Dream how?" tanya Iyan still can not be seen the face of Melati, diving into each other's eyeballs.

"Why ask me Mas, do you want to give up now?" jasmine asked with a heart that was starting to fall apart. "Then what does it mean you made me fall in love and forget Mas Arka. If you want us to separate now." Her tears are falling more and more.

Iyan was completely confused, though his hands were hugging and the other was wiping away Melati's tears, but his heart and mind were wandering, not knowing what to do with their relationship. Ibu Nur's strange and capricious attitude made Iyan confused himself, not to mention the strange events that befell him into his own consideration for the Iyan family.

"Mas!" Jasmine pulled on Iyan's shirt with a slight whine in her cries.

Iyan lowered his head and for some reason this morning the man forgot his principle of restraint with Melati. Snapping Melati's wet red lips, slightly dipping them without closing her eyes, Iyan watched how beautiful Melati was when she was kissed by him.

Just a glance, yet powerful enough to make Melati's soul tremble, her blood flow felt even more racing with her heart pounding. Melati did not expect so great an Iyan made her float with just a kiss on the tip of her lips.

"Mas." Melati hugged more tightly, obviously if Melati did not want to escape.

"Later your Uncle comes Mel." whispered Iyan stroking Melati's back.

"Don't leave me Mas" he said, leaning his head against Iyan's chest.

"Yes, but then honey, there's somebody." Iyan so wrong, in addition to the pleasure in the hug jasmine, but beware because they are already at work. The young man went awry with the attitude of Melati who is not hypocritical he thought very pleasant.

"No way, Mas Iyan started it" he replied still in his position.

"I'm sorry, Mas can't stand it." Iyan replied honestly, maybe that way Melati want to escape.

"Mas' sin." said Melati looking up at his face.

"Hem, you want to add more." Iyan teased him again.

Melati smiled shyly. "Am I really on your pellet?" tanya Melati slightly loosened her embrace.

"That means you love me." answered Iyan smiling affectionately.

"Very." Jasmine answered honestly.

"Why?" ask Iyan again.

Melati.

"If you still refuse, I'll take you away!" said Iyan steady.