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I'm very sure

"This must be because of your persuasion." Arka annoyed Iyan.

"Delati is just looking for calm, why is Mas Arka angry? not even good." Iyan answered him casually.

"Good head!" angry Arka and immediately turn off his phone.

Iyan looked at Melati's phone, he thought what Arka would do now.

Iyan got up from his seat, grabbed his jacket and motorbike key. He's coming out soon.

"Yes!" Angga who just returned from outside the city chasing Iyan.

"Yes Mas?" Iyan put on a jacket while turning to face Angga.

"Where are you going?" Angga looked at him full of search.

"You'll come out for a minute." Iyan's headed for his bike.

"Follow!" Angga also grabbed his jacket and sat down behind Iyan.

Iyan no matter Angga wants to come or just joking, keep the engine turned on and put on the helmet.

"Not so ah." Angga back down from Iyan's motorcycle.

"Why Mas?" Iyan looked at his brother.

"The smell will be hard, just mending at home." Angga returned without looking Iyan.

Iyan just shook his head, then passed away from his home.

"Nearly 20 minutes Iyan motorbike drove, entering the neighboring village with a different atmosphere, Iyan continued to drive until it was seen a light green house, the house of Uncle Aryo.

It was true that if Arka was going to come there to meet Melati, the man passed from a different direction and was a little ahead of Iyan, so that Iyan could see and watch her from a safe distance.

"Assalamualaikum." Arka knocked on Aryo's door.

There was no answer, but moments later the door opened, looking a beautiful girl with straight hair with a simple hooded young mother.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am." Arka was polite.

"Waalaikum greetings." replied the young mothers, Aryo's wife.

"Sorry Mom, want to see Melati for a while, because there is a daycare from Mother Nur." Arka took out a bag of paper ala mall-mall.

"Oh, this is Melati. But just a moment, and outside because Mas Aryo was in the mosque." it was allowed and only briefly.

"Yes, not for long." Arka is very happy to see Melati coming out of the door of Aryo's house.

"Mel, why don't you tell me you want to come here." Arka looked at him gently, not denying if Arka's love for Melati was also very big.

"Suddenly Mas, uncle asked me to come here." Melati replied lying.

"Yes, it's Mother's care. Don't forget this drink is over time." Arka looked at the clock, and it was almost eight o'clock.

"Later Mas." refused Melati slowly, of course he did not want to make a fuss.

"Now Melting!" Arka opened the paper bag she was carrying, and took out a bottle of mineral water. Arka opened it and gave it to Melati.

"I can do it myself!" Melati grabbed it from Arka's hand, but Arka did not want to and forced him to drink again at that time.

"Now Mel, this is Mom's message." Arka grabbed Melati's shoulder to get closer.

"Mas!" pissed Melati.

Iyan came swiftly to snatch the plastic bottle from Arka's hand.

Arka glared also surprised, snatching the bottle from Iyan's hand but to no avail.

This time Iyan did not stay silent, dodging and fending off Arka's blows. But then Arka's nimble kick hit Iyan's stomach.

Arka was cynical, of course he thought that Iyan was not an opponent comparable to Arka. But then his smile faded, his face turned even more angry because the white water in Iyan's hand fell and was stepped on by Iyan.

"Suckers! B*jang!" he shouted with reddened eyes, his face that had just been ordinary, now turned black and creepy.

"Mas!" jasmine shouted in fear, approaching Iyan pulling his arm to dodge.

"Come on Mel!" pinta Iyan still looked calm.

"But Mas!" Melati looked scared.

"Come in, everything's gonna be fine." Iyan slightly pushed Melati, preparing with an Arka attack that would definitely go crazy.

"Arrghh.." Arka rampaging. Punching and kicking blindly. Clearly Iyan was a little overwhelmed, retreating and dodging without having time to retaliate for the attack.

"Stop!"

The sound of someone who was so loud, made Arka look surprised, a terrible grin clearly reflected from the light of Aryo's house porch lights, but then faded when he saw who was sounding.

"What made you come?" ask Aryo to Arka.

Arka was still regulating the breath, she had difficulty controlling her anger which revealed a sinister face.

"You, what's your name?" asked Aryo who had never seen Iyan, although he knew a lot about the young man from his cousin Adi.

"Iyan Uncle." Iyan extended his hand politely.

Aryo replied to Iyan's hand, can be seen if Iyan is a good young man. His face is also soothing although not as high as Arka, but the difference is only thin.

"What made you fight?" aryo asked, taking turns at the two.

"She prevented me from meeting Melati." pointed Arka at Iyan, while Iyan remained calm.

"You? Come here for what?" aryo asked him Iyan.

"I want to meet with Uncle Aryo, I want an important talk." replied Iyan steadily.

Arka glared sharply. 'It turns out he's smart, too, sucks.'

"Alright, I forbid you to meet Train. So go home!" Aryo asks Arka to come home.

"Dare inside!" Aryo's orders.

"Yes Uncle." Jasmine went inside earlier glancing at Iyan first.

"But I have a need with Melati." Arka still did not receive asked to go home first, while Iyan did not.

"No one's allowed to see Melati, she'll just talk to me. You too if you want to talk to me then you can talk now."

With annoyance that barks at his chest, Arka leaves Aryo's house. Of course he doesn't want to talk to Aryo.

"What do you want to talk to me about." asked Aryo without further ado.

"Look, Uncle, I was just trying to make sure Arka came here, and it's true that he brought water from that shaman to Melati." Iyan pointed at the plastic bottle that was already flattened on the stampede by him.

"Yes." Yeah." Aryo nodded.

"But not only that, I have other goals even though maybe tonight is not the right time. I want to marry Melati, and maybe Uncle himself knows why my good intentions haven't been worked out. And I want to propose to Uncle Aryo directly here. I really want to marry her if I can in the near future. I don't know who to talk to but Uncle Aryo, and his father I've never met." Iyan actually spoke boldly, clearly and solemnly.

Aryo smiled as he breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he did not misjudge even in the story alone. Directly even make Aryo more sure of the seriousness of Iyan.

"Have you thought well of marrying Melati?" ask Aryo.

"I'm so sure Uncle." replied Iyan again.