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Shirt change

"That means?" Arka was getting more and more confused.

"Over this time, the genie loved Melati, waiting for the man who would be her lover so that he could also enjoy the love of your lover."

"That's the genie that made Melati fall in love with Iyan?" arka's chest is getting thumping.

"Not really. Jin will come into the dream of someone resembling the person he loves. Although yes, it affects feelings, because dreams loved and loved will be carried to the real world, like a delusion. Coincidentally the one he loves is your rival Iyan."

"Then I have to how Ki, I don't want to lose Melati." whined Arka confused.

"Either Arka, Chance does not come twice, if twice it is a miracle. And you've wasted it all." Aki Juno moved from her seat to the kitchen.

"Ki!" Arka called out to him with a clear face.

Aki Juno did not reply, nor did she look.

"Ki teach me your mastery of science! I still want to fight for Melati." Arka crawled pulling Aki Juno's shirt.

Aki Juno stopped, looking over with a heavy breath. "Later at night." he replied and continued his steps back to the kitchen.

"I can't give up, I love her so much even though I'm late in realizing that the real marriage is going to tie me and her."

That night Arka did not sleep all night, in the middle of the night she did the exercises and filled the energy in with Ki Juno. Every now and then a shout rang out from Arka's mouth, she felt pain and tightness in her chest as Aki Juno sent a deep power through her back. Sick, tired, sleepy is not felt by him, the most important thing for Arka is to be with Melati again. The shadow when making love and laughing together never separated from Arka's memory, he has never been interested in any girl since having Melati as his lover, for him Melati is a very perfect girl, inside out according to what he wants.

At four o'clock in the morning both just finished learning the mainstay of science owned by Aki Juno, both of them stretched tired, sleeping for some time only.

Meanwhile, Iyan finished his morning prayers and immediately drank coffee with dry bread, took out his motorcycle and drove to Aryo village to pick up Melati.

At six o'clock in the morning he arrived at the green house.

"Assalamualaik." Iyan said hello at the door.

The door opened and it was Melati who opened it. "Wa'alaikum salam Mas." replied Melati was ready with thin makeup and a white shirt and jeans that looked harmonious.

But uncomfortable for Iyan, a shirt that looks tight makes Iyan's chest tight hold something. Two buttons shirt top that is not closed makes it all wrong.

In the view of fear of sin, not in view of loss!

Iyan rubbed his nape. "Which uncle?" tanya Iyan looked back at no one.

"Same uncle Aunt was mourning, just leaving." replied Melati grabbed her bag and was ready to lock the door.

"Mell!" Iyan grabbed onto Melati's shoulder asking her to face Iyan.

"What's up, Mom?" Melati looked at Iyan with a smile. Honestly, a day of not meeting made him miss.

"Why wear this shirt?" Iyan stared at Melati's shirt, again the body-warming sight teased her faith.

"My book at the house of all Mas, this is my old clothes, left behind and continue to meet again." replied Melati look up Iyan, not yet realized Iyan's intention is the part that challenges it that becomes a problem.

"Yes already, will be joined a little mepet ya." Iyan grabbed the key from Melati's hand and invited her out. While Melati smiles herself at Iyan's request, Iyan is usually never like that.

"Can Mas?" jasmine asked to see Iyan lock the door.

"Could Mel." she replied gently, smiling warmly and taking him up immediately.

"Want to speed or slow down?" tanya. joking around.

"Pelan only Mas, so you can enjoy the cool atmosphere." pinta Melati wrapped her hands in Iyan's stomach.

While Iyan felt cold heat with something warm fitting once stuck warm on his back. Occasionally inhaling and gulping forced saliva, restlessly looking at the left right of the street.

Iyan did not go straight in but opened the bag and took something in it first.

Inside Melati is already on the table tidying up files that have not been stacked. But then surprised by Iyan's hand that restrained him on the table so that he could not move.

"Mas." Jasmine looked up at the face that was now very close.

Iyan continued to look at Melati's beautiful face, her hands tidied her hair until it looked all over her face and neck smooth. His clear eyes did not miss every centi of the clear and beautiful scenery, not least the part that makes it hot cold.

"Mas." called Melati softly, she knew Iyan's gaze was unusual, not only love as usual but mixed with passion that was difficult to control.

Iyan brought his face closer until their noses touched each other.

Jasmine began to be provoked with breath up and down, her heart cheering happily, it seemed like it would get a fierce kiss from Iyan.

"Next time, don't wear this." Iyan pointed at Melati's open cleavage, even her buttons like they were about to be removed. Iyan's finger slipped mischievously into Melati's mid-chest, teasing the girl deliberately, leaving Melati even more unfazed because of her actions.

"Mas." he hugged Iyan.

But not in reply, even Iyan's hand had far grabbed something behind him.

"It's pake!" Iyan gave her the shirt, asking Melati to change.

Melati took it while still hugging Iyan, as usual she did not want to escape.

"Mell!" call Iyan to ask him to take off immediately change clothes.

"Don't want to." Melati replied even tighter.

"Gosh my god." Iyan rubbed his face, holding his own turmoil until it was tight and felt dizzy in the head.

"Mas." Melati looking up spoiled.

"What?" tanya Iyan tried to still be sane.

"Kiss a little." Melati's love is getting bolder. Previously on the docile and shy girl, now it doesn't even matter.

Iyan gulped his saliva many times, adjusted his breath and tried to see the pretty face on his chest.

Iyan lowered her head and kissed Melati's forehead, soft and friendly making Melati close her eyes.

"Already." said Iyan still did not return Melati's embrace.

"Just so?" Melati rounded her eyes.

Iyan shook his head slowly, then hugged Melati tightly.

"Mel, you're driving me half crazy." whispered Iyan in Melati's ear, sucking on the scent of her hair.

"I love you Mas, love you so much." Melati hugged Iyan tightly.

Iyan smiled at her, then took off Melati's embrace, and asked her to change.

"Change yes! Later the shirt can be outside." persuaded Iyan again, soft and friendly once.

Melati nodded, her spoiled gaze and sweet smile made her even more beautiful in Iyan's eyes.

Iyan breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that having jasmine made his heart race more, having difficulty restraining lust.