
In the morning, as usual Iyan went to work and this time early because there was no jasmine, so some work Jasmine he will do it.
"Yes?" Adi approached Iyan with a look of wonder.
"What?" tanya Iyan only looked a little.
"That's your face?" Adi pointed at the left cheek Iyan bruised to the corner of the lip.
"Oh, I met Mas Arka last night. He wanted to meet Melati and give her water from the shaman. For I came and managed to derail it." Iyan told a little story, while his hands were busy filling the ledger owned by Melati.
"Biantem?" ask Adi again.
"Yes." Iyan replied but there was no visible pain.
"Main banging?" tanya Adi made Iyan upset.
"Yes Yes Di, the time of thrift like mothers." Iyan shook his head.
"If Melati finds out she can stroke him." Adi laughed at Iyan a little.
"Eat it don't tell me!" answer me again.
"Yes, that means tomorrow just ask the neighbors to pick him up." Adi is teasing Iyan.
"Look at him!" Iyan looked annoyed at Adi, of course he would not be willing to Melati at Arka's pick up.
"Yes already, inevitably tomorrow you pick up. You see tomorrow we want someone to check from the district." Adi explained still laughing.
"Of course I want to." Iyan was still upset.
A fairly crowded dealer keeps both busy without Melati. They are not aware that someone is watching from a distance.
Arka looked at Iyan and Adi with a reddened face holding back anger, the sense of not accepting the defeat overnight inflicted an even greater grudge on Arka's heart.
"Who exactly is Iyan? Why is he able to withstand my power?" muttered Arka himself.
But then either coincidentally or Iyan also sensed, Iyan looked towards Arka. It made Arka surprised and hid.
"How did he know I was here?" he turned his back to Iyan, and pretended to eat at a stall not so far from the dealer where Iyan worked.
Feeling that he had been caught, Arka left the place and drove quickly to Melati's house.
Incidentally, Nur's mother was in front of the house cleaning vegetables may have just been picked from the back garden.
"Mom." Arka approached Mom.
"Son of Arka." Ibu Nur was pleased with the arrival of Arka.
"Have you contacted Melati? When's he coming home?" tanya Arka did ask Mom to contact her. Of course at Aryo's house makes it difficult for Arka to meet him.
"Not yet to know, Aryo has not given permission to go home" replied Mom again focusing with the vegetables in her hand.
"I miss Melati Bu." said Arka with a sad face.
"Prophey Arka, I'd love you to be Mom's daughter-in-law. Nak Arka knows that this mother is old and wants to have a daughter-in-law soon." Mom started wiping her tears, she was crying.
"I'd love to be Mom's daughter-in-law. Arka also grieved, also shed tears.
"Mom!" the sound of someone making the grief of the two people slightly stop.
"You Ti." Nur's mother turned to see a young mother approaching her.
"Cock on a cry?" tanya Surti sits between Arka and Mom.
"I'm sad Ti, your niece is hard to talk to. He had been dating Arka for a long time but was invited to marriage instead did not want to. And worse yet choose another man." the cry of Ibu Nur increasingly so.
"Yes, Ma'am call Melati, let me talk later. Just give it a word." Surti is a neighbor and a distant brother of Ibu Nur.
"Yes." Yeah." Mother Nur ended her cries, so did Arka bow with many thoughts, her face shabby and sad.
Should have been, Melati still obeyed and did not turn away from Arka. Given if all this time the spell and recitation from Ki Juno always work.
"Aki!" Arka wanted to visit him again. He had to know what and who Iyan really was, because there was no way a mediocre person could withstand the power of Arka. Obviously last night Arka exerted a deep force to hit Iyan, and if it hit Iyan was seriously injured even could die.
"Mom, Arka said yes, tomorrow I will come again." Arka grabs Mom's hand and kisses Nur's mother's back.
"Yes" answered Mother Nur who was still busy wiping her tears, until her neighbors were confused how to.
On the way Arka was still busy thinking about Iyan. 'If you look at his abilities, I am very sure if Melati is in the influence of Iyan. Yeah, he must have used jasmine until he wouldn't look at me again! Iyan must have brought him to his knees with his studies. Worth Melati always stick like a stamp. Just make it hot!"
Arka speeding as usual, the quiet road made the young man drive a motorcycle like a wild racer, without a helmet he kept speeding revealing his fairly long and smooth hair waving in the wind.
A few hours later Arka had arrived at his flagship battery house.
"Aki!" yelled Arka just got off his bike, already impatient to meet the man.
"Sit down, I know you're coming" she said after Arka entered her door.
"Ki, last night I was defeated by my rival youth! My science can't function against him." Arka fights with great curiosity.
"I know, the genie in your body reported it to me" Aki Juno replied with a slight strain.
"What exactly is Ki?" ask Arka.
"He's not an ordinary Arka! I just found out that the shaman at the coconut plantation has a child, and his son is your rival!"
"What?" His astonished arka was made, even a few years ago he had gone there to ask for knowledge of compassion to ensnare Melati.
"You're going to have a hard time dealing with it, he's been in strength since birth, for some reason it seems to be hidden" Ki Juno explained.
"That's hidden Ki?" Arka is really marketing.
"She covered her powers, and last night she was hooked because you made her mad" Aki explained.
Arka leaned against the wall of Aki Juno's house, he was increasingly confused thinking about how to retake Melati.
"You shouldn't be stubborn Arka. Many times I said if immediately apply for Melati and marry her." Aki Juno was sitting beside Arka, unlike usual his attitude was more humble and seemed to regret something.
"Can't you
using your knowledge to restore Melati Ki?" tanya Arka still expects Aki Juno to help.
"Can't, because if forced Melati can die. He has swallowed too many incantations and incantations from you, his soul is fragile and easily touched by supernatural beings, including the genie incantations that you got from the shaman of exile."