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Arka

"Eat a little?" Iyan persuaded Melati.

The last few days the appetite of jasmine is reduced. Never mind eating rice smell of rice is boiling he immediately nausea and vomiting, really Iyan worried about the state of his wife.

"I want to eat something else Mas" he said limply, just looking at the rice and side dishes on the table.

"Eat outside, Mau?" tanya Iyan rubbed Melati's shoulder while hugging her.

Melati nodded, though she did not know what she would eat later. But hearing the offer come out and buy something excited him.

That afternoon Iyan took Melati around the village, the weather was not hot, cloudy but not raining. Make both of them do not rush forward his motorcycle.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" tanya Iyan grabbed Melati's hand, clasped her and asked her to hug even tighter.

"I don't know Mas." she replied sticking her face on Iyan's shoulder.

Iyan took her to a tavern on the side of the road, a good place to eat and be able to relax.

"Pick whatever you like." Iyan pointed to the food menu written on the wall of the tavern.

Melati looked at him from the first menu to the end.

"Sweet spicy roasted chicken would you?" tanya Iyan again did not release her embrace on Melati's waist.

"Yes" Melati replied with no choice, it was more pleasant when Iyan chose food for her.

They sit close to a corner table, but are more comfortable because they are close to many plants in the shop yard.

"What do you drink?" ask the shop owner.

Iyan looked at the menu on the table, then turned to Melati.

"What drink?" ask Melati with her smooth voice.

"Corruck. Melati want?" ask Iyan again.

Melati nodded, liking what Iyan liked.

Iyan smiled at the pale face of his wife, her beauty did not decrease, but unfortunately increased. Iyan was really happy to have Melati, it felt like the peak of happiness was on his side. But worry sometimes strikes, fearing if one day it all goes away.

Soon their order came, complete with warm rice and refreshing raw vegetables.

"It's good darling." said Iyan fishing Jasmine to taste it first.

"Mas hasn't tried." Melati refused to eat before Iyan tried it.

"Alright, try it first." Iyan obeyed his wife's wishes. Then nodding his thumb.

"Aaa'" Melati opened her mouth, asking Iyan to bribe her.

Iyan happily fed Melati with her hands.

"All right what did I say?" asked Iyan while feeding Melati.

Jasmine thoroughly enjoys the food of Iyan's fingers, her heart warms in each time her husband says something to her, the more she wants to be close, the more she truly feels unable to live without Iyan with her.

"Spend." persuaded Iyan again, while continuing to put food into Jasmine's mouth.

"It's already." Jasmine stared at the orange juice that Iyan deliberately kept away, in order for Melati to eat more.

"Yes already." Iyan put down the plate and took the juice from Melati.

Jasmine grabbed and drank it herself.

"Mas don't eat?" tanya Melati saw Iyan didn't order anything.

"Mas is still full" he answered and asked for some chicken to take home.

"A lot of it?" jasmine asked hearing Iyan's order.

"Let's go later if you want to stay on the heat."

Iyan immediately looked over who was coming.

Iyan immediately arranged her sitting to block Melati's face.

"This is the order." It just so happened that the shop owner had finished packing the order. Iyan immediately put the two-sheet red money on the table and immediately invited Melati home.

"Mas' return?" ask the owner of the shop to look at the money from Iyan.

"Make the father." answered Iyan again turned to look at the man who had just come, his face looks more handsome, and really charismatic.

However, what Iyan actually saw was not that, but that there was another creature that was residing in Arka and calling to see Arka's face, exclaiming if the man in his guard is handsome and perfect.

Arka entered the tavern with eyes not releasing Iyan and Melati. Especially Melati who seemed to comply with Iyan and was always embraced by her husband.

Arka sat at a table not far from the two but unfortunately Iyan immediately moved to take his wife. Looks like she knows that Arka is after Melati and wants her to see Melati.

Melati looked over the newly arrived Ark.

But Iyan continued to try to hinder and distract Melati. "What else do you want to buy, darling?" Iyan asked purposely for Melati to look at herself.

"Hum..?" Melati looked up at Iyan as she wanted, while continuing to embrace him out of the tavern.

While Arka was clenching her teeth, also clenching her fists, her field chest was boiling.

"Walk to Mom's house?" asked Iyan again did not stop inviting him to chat until Iyan put a helmet on his wife's head.

"Mau Mas." the answer was still heard by Arka.

"Yes, we're going there." Iyan grabbed Melati's hand not letting go until their motorcycle started to go.

Arka also came out of the tavern in a hurry. Turn on his motorcycle and go along.

In the middle of the road Iyan and Melati still embrace to enjoy the beauty of the village streets, moreover Melati is full, it makes Iyan calmer.

But then Iyan saw that someone was chasing, and it was Arka.

Iyan became worried because Arka was staring intently at the two of them. Looks in the rearview of Iyan's motorbike if Arka is getting closer.

Iyan immediately hit the gas and went into another street, his hands were relentless asking Melati to hug him, afraid that his beloved wife had fallen.

Today escaped the pursuit of Arka, but either tomorrow or the day after, Iyan became more worried.

"Where did Arka get such knowledge?" Iyan muttered to himself.

The next few days, Iyan was away at work. While Melati is only at home with Mom.

Her days are up just sitting at home, lazy to eat or not even eat at all, she just watched TV which was only a few weeks in the buy by her husband.

But I don't know if this heart feels bored. Suddenly his pointed nose smelled a fried aroma in the front stall of the house.

"Mother." called Melati, but there was no sound of her mother saying.

Melati moved from her seat, went into the room to take the money and went to the front stall.

With his hair in loose pigtails he stepped towards the fried stall of Bu Tuti the gossip mongrel, the same name as Bule who was beside his house but different people and habits.

"Fry Bu ten only." Melati's message.

"Eh Melati, you heard me crave again?" ask the big lady.

Melati just smiled waiting for the warm fry in the box.

"It's the fry." Bu Tuti handed over the plastic bag to Melati.

Melati opened her purse, but was shocked when a hand stretched out before her paid for Melati's fritters.

"Let me alone" he said making Melati look at the voice of people who are very familiar with him.

"Mas Arka!"