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Stop the showdown

The voice that makes Arka turn, look for and trace the origin of the sound.

"Who?" tanya Arka sharpened her ears, followed her heart and walked towards the wooden tree at the end of the road.

"Get out!" arka.

"I don't need to go out, I've been here since" replied the man who stood behind the tree and took a leisurely step.

"You seem!" Arka smiled cynically, "It's only right for your son to recover so quickly, it turns out you came to his aid on purpose."

"I never helped him or meddled in his personal affairs, but I can't stay silent if you keep scheming and attacking my son with the power of Arjuna" replied Dimas Mahendra the father of Iyan Rahendra.

"Of course I will attack and finish your son, he has taken mine, robbed me of my happiness." Angrily Arka, his face began to look scary in the darkness of the night.

"He did not take Arka, Melati had chosen it herself." Dimas Mahendra replied casually, his face still looking handsome at this young age.

"You think I don't know, Iyan also used pellets to get Melati. You can be the truest pretentious when you are the same. You also gave me a spell that finally knocked me out of Melati's heart, you intentionally!"

"It's your own fault! I told you from the beginning that you should propose to Melati, but you're getting so late in the fun of the world, as you like to play Melati, you don't even remember dying! So don't blame the spell for finding yourself a real owner, a more sincere and earnest man, clean-hearted and not just having fun."

"That's just your excuse!" Arka was really angry, her hands clenched unexpectedly slashing a glowing punch towards Dimas Mahendra.

"You better stop this fighting and revenge Arka, because this will only harm yourself. Not just my son, but you." Dimas Mahendra reminded.

"I'm going to finish off your son, whether tomorrow or later I won't let them be happy, just remember that you ruined my happiness. It means you have to pay for my heartache too." Arka stared intently at Dimas Mahendra, her eyes gleaming red, her face blackened ready to pounce.

"I'm just reminding you, if you don't want to listen to me, that's fine."

Dimas Mahendra turned around, turned his back on Arka and walked away from the place, too tired it felt like he had to argue with the younger one.

"I don't need your advice." wrathful Arka, of course Arka won't listen even if it's true, moreover the advice comes from an enemy.

The arc followed where the fifty-year-old man was walking, but then lost track among the trees on the side of the road, a dark place made the man quickly disappear.

Lightning snatched between the thick cloud clumps covering the moonlight, it seemed like it was about to rain.

Arka's heart was again sliced considering that Iyan and Melati were spending their first night, the heavy rain would make their romance even more intense.

"Delati is completely gone, not only her heart but her body has been taken away by people. After that, I will no longer be in his heart." Arka lamented her fate, walking home in limp steps.

...***...

On a clear morning, the sun began to rise from its quarrel. The green leaves look radiant with rainwater grains still in the corners.

That morning Iyan was getting ready to go back to work.

"Will you work?" tanya Melati helps Iyan wear her shirt.

"Dear, pity your uncle if left alone." Iyan let Melati's wiggly fingers tidy up her collar.

"I work too." said the girl again.

"It's better tomorrow, I'm just getting well, baby." Iyan rubbed the hair blocking Melati's face.

"But I'll miss staying at work." Melati still plays buttons Iyan shirt.

"Mas misses too." Iyan smiled as she hugged Melati's slim waist.

Melati smiled happily at the warmth of Iyan in the morning, if usually Iyan was just teasing, not for now, after getting married Iyan gave all her attention.

"Mas will also go to Mom's house, all of you want to take a motorbike and clothes. After all, Mas Angga will return to Kalimantan." explained Iyan while pulling Melati's nose.

"It looks like Mas hasn't left yet, maybe later we can catch up. After all, Mom just recovered and Mas also still have business."

"so." Melati again thought maybe Iyan's intention was the matter of Iyan's biological father.

Iyan pulled Melati into his arms, peeling her forehead and all over her face.

"It turns out Mas is not as innocent as I thought." said Melati when Iyan's lips finished landing on her lips.

"Where there are men the age of Mas who are still innocent, moreover Mas is very normal. Time still dating alone mas often headaches because it holds back not to touch you." Iyan continued to kiss and hug Melati.

"I love you so much Mas." whispered Melati as she kissed her husband's cheek.

"Indeed it must be like that, darling, forever it must be so, Mas does not want Melati changed." whispered Iyan no less romantic.

Melati hugged Iyan very tightly, not wanting far even a little.

"Mas doesn't work like this." whispered Iyan was already moving wildly, his breathing was hunting very impatiently, the heat struggle re-occurred.

"Every night is not like that" said Melati pursed her lips after a few minutes Iyan ended their activities.

"How about last night?" Iyan hugged Melati again after tidying up her shirt.

Melati did not reply, only leaning spoiled on Iyan's chest.

"Not a rough one?" Iyan smiled and again kissed Melati's forehead which was getting nonchalant in her chest.

"Later Melati want to go to Mas market." whine Melati spoiled.

"Yes, wait for me to come home. I've been wanting to take you shopping for a long time."

Melati nodded, taking off her embrace as the wall clock in the room was already pointed at 07:30.

"By leaving ya." Iyan grabbed the bag and put it on while walking out of the room.

"Wait for Me." Melati grabbed Iyan's shoulder.

"What's the matter, honey?" Iyan stopped at the door.

"Mas' clothes are tangled." Jasmine tidied slightly, tucking in the loose part of the belt.

"Let it be, you're the one who made Mas's clothes tangle." Iyan rubbed Melati's head.

"It's not upside down, it's Mas who makes Melati messy." Jasmine retaliates against Iyan's temptation.

Iyan chuckled amusedly, he was so happy this morning.

"Assalamualaikum Darling."

"Wa'alaikum salam Mas." Melati drove Iyan out of the house, looking at her husband who went on foot.

The atmosphere outside the house was a little chaotic due to the heavy rain last night. Melati took a broom that leaned beside her house and began to collect leaves.

"Mell!" bule Tuti's voice called out to Melati.

"Yes Bule." Jasmine stood up and quit her activities.

"Mel, last night Bule heard Arka scream."