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Return the Jasmine

"I didn't expect, I thought Mas Iya was just joking." said Melati still covered in tears.

"Arka used many means to arrest you, she made you unable to claim your rights as a girl to be respected and respected. I don't like that, I don't want to."

"Can't you love me in the usual way?" Melati looked at Iyan's unchanging face, still visible even though she had admitted to using pellets to have Melati.

"Actually, I didn't mean it." Iyan rubbed Melati's hair, the sad face did not refuse, even still enjoying the touch of Iyan's finger. "I just found out that if I have abilities beyond human reason, I can see things you can't see. And when I like someone then that someone will like me as I want." Iyan clearly clasped Melati's hand.

Melati just looked at Iyan's face, thinking. "Have you ever liked a girl?" jasmine asked slightly raising her eyebrows.

"Yes, in college, but not really. I just admire her because she's a smart girl."

Melati threw away her gaze, for some reason so unwilling to imagine Iyan liking the other girl.

"I just fell in love with one person, which is you" said Iyan again felt Melati did not like the story.

Melati still did not want to look at Iyan's face, turned to Sisi and looked down.

Iyan took a heavy breath, so he was confused whether Melati was sulking or not like her. Iyan himself was unsure of what he was feeling.

Iyan left Melati's room, giving the girl time to think without her filling the room.

And Melati took a breath just to throw tightness, closed her eyes for a moment to feel her heart that had wavered.

But Iyan really loved him, he was not like Arka, he really took care of Melati to stay up like this. And Arka? He could only ask Melati to complete her wish, without thinking about what Melati's next life would be like.

"Mas." Melati called slowly, Iyan did not return to her room even though it had been a few minutes, maybe more than fifteen minutes.

Melati became curious, 'Or don't-don't Mas Iyan go home?' thought Melati. He decided to get out of bed and look outside.

Step slowly towards the kitchen. It was quiet and there was no one. Then Melati stepped towards the living room, where Adi slept there, maybe Iyan with her.

It also doesn't exist!

Melati turned to the kitchen, making sure that Iyan did not come out, where Iyan might go home without telling Melati.

Melati went back to the kitchen and checked the bathroom, but there really wasn't.

"Is Mas Iyan angry?" murmured Melati stared at the door wistfully.

He's a good man, he really loves Melati. As Iyan's shadow danced through Melati's head, her sweet smile, her warm embrace and her slight but warm and affectionate kiss, she did so wholeheartedly, not out of lust.

Melati pulls the door that turns out not in the key, making her even more convinced that Iyan went outside or left Melati. Melati opened it without hesitation, stepped out and it turned out that she saw Iyan was facing Arka.

"Return Melati or die?" said Arka slowly stepped closer to Iyan, looking dashing and relaxed, but her eyes look creepy.

"Sorry Mas Arka, Melati is not an item that I am borrowing" Iyan replied in a stern, can be heard clearly by Melati.

"Hem, he's mine! You purposely made her turn away from me, acting like a hero when you weren't much better than me." Arka pointed at her own chest.

"I'm no better than you are Mas Arka, but my intentions are better, I don't make Melati as a lustful gratifier, I want to marry her."

"Maha." Arka laughed out loud. "Even almost all the young men in this village want Melati to be his wife, let alone your. Didn't you always admire Melati all this time? And there's no way you're gonna get it if you don't use pellets or spells from your father!" point Arka right in Iyan's face.

"I don't know where my father is? How do you know if my father has a loving spell to make a woman fall in love?" Iyan stared hard at Arka.

"Of course I know. He's just a cowardly man whose wife died, because his wife fell in love with another man?" Arka laughed again.

Iyan felt the pain of hearing Arka's speech, meaning it was true if the black shaman his teacher was the man who was the cause of the fall of Iyan's mother on the brink.

"Yes, and I was his son who witnessed how Ibuki suffered with the behavior of people like you. I wasn't born yet, but my heart felt it." Iyan tried to control the emotions in her heart, she was afraid of going berserk. "I won't let Melati fall into your hands."

"He'll leave you after he finds out you're a shaman's son, and you're using a sneaky way too." Arka deliberately raised her voice so that she heard Melati, she glanced at the girl who had been standing at the back door.

"Don't bring my parents Mas Arka, they have nothing to do with our business." Iyan became increasingly angry and had difficulty restraining himself.

"Are you ashamed to listen to my words, your father is a shaman, you can't deny that." Arka laughed deliberately, even closer in Iyan's ears.

Bugh

Iyan hit Arka's stomach, one hand was enough to make her bounce quite far, making Arka stop laughing.

"Bad!" arka shouted running attacking Iyan, fights inevitable again, hitting each other also kicking, darting like it could lighten the body, both balanced. The more their legs and hands move, the more leaves fall.

Melati could only keep her mouth shut, seeing events that were completely beyond reason. It was unexpected that the two men possessed almost the same strength.

Yes, Arka managed to make Iyan angry, attack and fight until their satisfaction vent anger. Of course Arka waited for moments like this, he wanted Iyan to be at the peak of emotions and lose. Arka will win and get Melati.

"Please stop Mas Arka, I don't want a fight that will only hurt us both." Iyan was still a little conscious when he could dodge and stand up straight.

"I won't stop!" snapped Arka with a black face and reddened eyes.

"You forget, lose to ashes, win to charcoal. A fight won't get any good." Iyan tried to stay away.