Shaman Main
Mom's getting worse

That afternoon Melati and Iyan will come to her mother's house to ensure the state of Ibu Nur, after yesterday neighbors and distant relatives Melati contact Aryo, Aryo, tell me if Mother Nur often cries and mourns Melati who does not want to marry Arka.

"Mas, why is Melati afraid to go home." Melati looked doubtful when Iyan was already wearing a helmet to drive her.

"Well, I'm Mel, don't be afraid." Iyan assured, grabbing Melati's hand led her out of the dealer.

"Don't you go home, Mas, later there you will definitely not allow Melati to return to Uncle Aryo's house." Melati was still in doubt.

Iyan turned to Melati, Iyan also felt the same way, but in any case had to see the state of her mother.

"Not to mention if there's Mas Arka, I don't want to meet him and make you fight again." Melati looked at Iyan wryly.

"Clearly how? I'm confused about Mel." Iyan sat on his motorbike while staring at Melati.

Melati shook her head slowly.

"Why not go yet." Adi goes out and locks the dealer.

"Dark." Iyan who replied, his pitch-black eyes were endlessly staring at Melati's face.

"Don't think much. We're going to your house together." Adi put on his helmet and turned on the motorcycle first.

Iyan smiled broadly, feeling better that Adi was coming with them.

"Later if your mother restrains, I'll face her." Adi said again.

"You face my future mother-in-law, I'll take her child away" said Iyan upset her best friend.

"I'm your father-in-law too!" Adi pointed at himself.

Melati chuckles amusedly with Iyan, they set off together to Melati's house.

Arriving at the simple house, Melati came down from the motor Iyan, saw the situation is not as clean as usual, many dry leaves are not on the broom, but only two days Melati stayed at the house Aryo.

Melati turned to Iyan for a moment, until the handsome young man nodded, for Melati to be sure to enter the house.

"Mom's Assalamualaikum." Melati called out to Mother Nur, looking inside the house, deserted.

Iyan accompanied with Adi also behind him. The door wasn't locked, but there didn't seem to be anyone.

"Mas." Melati hugged Iyan's arm, feeling strange with the atmosphere of her home.

"There's nothing, maybe mom's outside darling." Iyan stroked Melati's hand.

"Tok the atmosphere of the house so different ya." Jasmine went inside looking at her mother's kitchen and room. And more surprised when he saw the room Mother who was messy, dirty clothes scattered and never seemed to pray. His prayer equipment was under the bed. Melati came out and went back to Adi and Iyan.

"Mother no Uncle." Melati spoke to Adi.

"Let me look next door, maybe your mother's at Madam yu Tuti's house." Adi rushed out.

Iyan grabbed Melati's slender body, brought her closer and hugged her for a moment. Iyan felt that Mother Nur was not okay.

"Mas, I'm worried. I've never been like this." Melati pointed at the unkempt house.

"I know." Iyan hugged and stroked his head.

Melati invites Iyan to sit in a simple chair, waiting for Adi who is a few minutes but has not returned.

"Mel, I want to talk seriously." Iyan clasped Melati's hand and looked at her beautiful face.

"Speak what Mas?" Melati always looks spoiled and hopeful when talking to Iyan.

"I'm willing Mas, I'm just worried about Mom." replied Melati.

"Even without my mother?" urge Iyan again, making Melati a little surprised.

"Mother is still there Mas, why can't it be without Mommy?" jasmine asked slightly offended.

"I don't know what could happen to Mel, only I don't want to lose you. Whatever happens I want us to get married, you become my wife and only mine." Iyan said again with a serious face, reassuring Melati.

Melati was stunned looking at Iyan's face which always made her miss. There is tenderness there, compassion as well as sincerity that has been proven to be true.

"Dear, do you want to be my wife?" ask Iyan again more gently.

Melati melted again in his making, for the umpteenth time Iyan expressed his desire to make Melati his wife.

Feeling that Melati was still hesitant to answer, Iyan pulled Melati's face and peeked at her cheek slightly. "We're married?" said again.

Melati nodded happily, hugging Iyan tightly once. "Mau Mas." replied Melati whining in Iyan's arms.

The young man smiled happily, he would not waste any more time this time. Letting Melati embrace herself spoiled, while her eyes stared out staring far away.

"Mas." Jasmine called out to him, looking up at Iyan's dreamy-looking face.

"Hem." Iyan lowered his head, looking at the pretty face on his chest.

"What do you think?" tanya Melati gave a little distance.

Iyan took a deep breath, stroking Melati's long hair affectionately. "Mas was just thinking how it would be after you became my wife. Still dating you're spoiled like this." Iyan did not speak the truth, unlike what he had just thought.

"Mas don't like it?" tanya Melati pursed her lips.

Iyan laughed a little, enjoying Melati's sulking pretty face. "Like Baby. If you don't like it, you won't be here. I can't wait to have you, holding you every time, day and night without fear of demons among us." Iyan poked Melati's nose.

"That means there's a demon now?" Melati rounded her eyes.

"Yes." Yeah." Iyan laughed with anxiety.

"If it's rumored like this the demon must be tense." Melati spoke with her innocent face.

"Not tense anymore dear, but it's swollen." replied Iyan teasingly Melati.

"What the hell is Mas?" Melati did not understand Iyan's intention.

While the young man chuckled more and more and hugged Jasmine's wrath, smirking her shoulders.

Outside, Adi's voice speaks to Melati's mother, it seems Adi managed to find Nur's mother and bring her home.

"Mother Mas." Melati tilted her head looking at the door. While Iyan confirmed his sitting position was spaced with Melati.

"Later to talk slowly with Mom ya." Iyan rubbed Melati's head slightly.

Melati nodded in understanding, her attitude always made Iyan anxious and more and more affectionate. Iyan so thought if it was natural Arka to go crazy for him.

"Dark." Mom came in and immediately approached Melati, she was crying very pitifully. His face was pale, his clothes were not neat, his hands were cold at the tips of his fingers.

"Mother's sick?" asked Melati slowly, as Iyan said, to speak slowly.

"Mom thinks you're Mel, you're going to Aryo's house" he said looking limp and didn't stop shedding tears.

"Belati is fine, why think about it?" said Melati. "Mother also do not continue to cry, because tears also reduce energy, see the mother is thin and limp." persuaded Melati again, hugging her mother.