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Unable to lose

Early in the morning Iyan came home with a limp body, his face was pale and needed to be supported by his shoulders in order to enter the house of Iyan Rahendra's parents.

"You why Yan?" Angga came out of his room with a worried face.

Iyan did not answer, it was difficult for him to explain how it happened last night, to make Iyan hurt.

"Lay here." His father and mother stretched the mattress that Iyan used to watch tv.

"Sorry ma'am, because my niece Iyan is like this." Adi sat down next to Iyan and lowered his head.

Iyan's father sat down next to Iyan. "Who are you fighting with?"

"Arka sir, he hit me very quickly. I can't see what her hand is moving" Iyan replied as she held onto her chest.

"You treat your brother." ordered Mr. Yanto to Angga.

"Yes sir." Angga helped Iyan sit on his back.

"Seriously Mas?" Iyan turned to Angga who started sitting cross-legged behind him.

"Yes, seriously ask. It's not just you who have strange powers, I do too." Angga asked Iyan to face straight ahead.

"I'm not sure about you." Iyan looked back.

"You're healing no?" Angga became annoyed with his sister who talked too much.

"You Mas!" answered Iyan sitting straight ahead.

"If you are not married, you are not married." Angga is still blabbering.

"Delight has already cancelled it." Answer Iyan saddly.

"Can't be forced?" angga's reply made his sister look even more turned around this time.

"Well, where did you know?" tanya Iyan looked at Angga in full search.

"You're healing no?" Angga is getting upset.

"Yes, it's." Iyan according to, he had to throw away his curiosity towards Angga. For now his recovery is the most important.

Angga started to stick his two palms on Iyan's back, their eyes closed for a while. Until then Iyan's chest feels back tightness and feels nauseous.

Iyan again vomited blood, but not fresh blood as before but blood that was black froze.

"Drink my son." His mother gave a clear glass of warm water to Iyan.

Adi grabs it from Mom's hand, then helps Iyan to drink it.

"How does it feel?" adi asked after Iyan sipped half a glass of water.

"Better." replied Iyan breathed a sigh of relief, while Angga had already lowered his hand and switched sleeping position on Iyan's mattress.

"Alhamdulillah." Adi was relieved.

"Thank you Mas, it turns out Mas Angga is great." praise Iyan turned his brother who was exhausted.

"The money." Angga replied a little jokingly.

"No Mas, I gave it to Uncle Aryo, get married." Iyan laughed.

"Yes, just rest for a while. It's 9:00, isn't it the plan?" Angga put a pillow next to him lying down.

"But Melati is _"

"Assalamualaikum." the soft voice of a woman made everyone inside turn their heads towards the door.

"Wa'alaikum salam." replied everyone felt familiar with who came.

"Sorry, Melati is disturbing" he said standing at the door, his hands clinging to fear.

"Here come in" said Mother smiling kindly.

Melati stepped slowly with her face still down. "Sorry Mom, because Melati Mas Iyan got hurt" said Melati slowly.

"He's healed." Angga replied, the man smiled to see Melati sitting near Mom.

"That's Mas Angga, Iyan's eldest brother. The second one is still in Kalimantan." explained Ibu to Melati.

"Oh." Melati nodded and smiled politely to Angga.

"Why come here? Whose mother is it?" asked Iyan to Melati who still looks worried, her beautiful and smooth face is even more adorable without polish.

"Worried with Mas Iyan" he answered honestly, making Pak Yanto who had been silent since then smile.

"Just as I'm not worried, Mas Angga lemes this." Angga teases Melati, deliberately upsetting Iyan.

"What the hell is Mas?" Iyan elbowed the arm of Angga that was attached to him.

"The end of your future wife is beautiful, if you don't want to marry her let me." Angga glanced at Melati who was getting down embarrassed to hide her face.

"Just son, I fought Mas Angga who collected the results." Iyan moved from the thin bed, to the bathroom to wash his face.

"Would you go ahead or completely cancel?" ask Mom curious.

"I don't know Mom, I don't want to trouble Mas Iyan anymore. Because I'm Mas Iyan badly injured, and Mas Arka won't give up." Melati spoke with her eyes teary, making Mom feel very sorry for Melati.

"Pity You Nduk (Son)." Mother rubbed her shoulders Melati affectionately.

I clearly know exactly the real problem, not only related to Melati, but the love story of the past also contributed here. Not to mention the face of Melati who according to mother is very beautiful, just like Iyan's mother at that time, she is very beautiful beyond girls in general. And because of her beauty that invites disaster.

Iyan was out of the bathroom, his face looked fresh and handsome, moreover, his neat hair ran out in the barbershop yesterday afternoon making him more perfect in the eyes of Melati.

"Mas wants to talk for a minute." Iyan spoke to Melati, her eyes hinting to join the back room.

Mother nodded, they indeed need to talk before making a decision.

"Excuse me, Mom, sir." Melati asked for permission, then followed Iyan.

Iyan loosened the chair at the dining table, asking Melati to sit close to him.

"What's up, Mom?" asked Melati while sitting on a chair near Iyan.

"Not much time." Iyan grabbed Melati's hand and grabbed her.

"Yes, it's." Melati understood, Iyan meant a clock that had been pointed at seven, while their wedding plans were two hours away.

"Did you know that Mas also has this strange ability Melati is still willing to get married?" tanya Iyan looked at both of Melati's eyeballs.

Melati did not reply, only the look in her eyes spoke that she really wanted to be with Iyan.

"If Melati asks back, of course the answer is... They want us to stay married. I don't want to lose you, I don't want to see you choose another man. Mas can't imagine that, especially if you go back with Arka, Mas won't."

"But Mas, he won't stay silent. And I don't want anything to happen to you." Melati looked down at Iyan's handsome face.

"What if I marry another girl, will you?" Iyan was getting closer to Melati's face.

The girl shook her head, imagining that she was incapable, what if it became real? Melati is going crazy.

"I don't want to." Melati replied subtly.

"Then you get ready, dress up pretty and don't think about anything. Uncle Aryo's waiting for us." Iyan brushed her hair soft and friendly jasmine.

"Mas sure?" ask Melati again.

"Yes, I'm sure."