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Meet Arka

"Arka's Mas?"

Melati was shocked to see Arka, the man who had been with her for three years, now appeared with a sweet smile and a soothing face.

"Let's go." he said again staring gently at Melati.

Melati tried to focus on the bag that Bu Tuti was handing over, then left ten thousand dollars on the table.

"Thank you, Mom." Melati turned around leaving Bu Tuti's stall.

"Mel." call Arka, sounding soft and melodious.

Had stopped Melati's steps, but remember if he had to go home as Iyan said. 'Don't go anywhere if it's not too important, at home, yes.' as soon as Iyan's voice fills his fist.

Step in a hurry to get into the house and immediately close the door.

"Why does it feel different huh, my chest is pounding when I see Arka's mas." muttered Melati leaning on the closed door.

Shortly afterwards the sound of the door being knocked.

"Astaghfirullah." Melati was shocked and pressed the door of her house.

"Mel Assalamualaikum."

Jasmine brings her ear closer to the closed door leaf, ascertaining who is calling her.

"Assalamualaikum Mel." repeated the voice.

"Mas Iyan" he said making the door rush.

"Mell!" call Iyan again, knitting his brows staring at the astonished face of the wife.

Jasmine stretched her neck, looked out and there was no one at the end of the road.

"See what?" ask Iyan astonished.

"No Mas" he answered still with a plastic bag filled with fried food in his hand.

"So yuk, Mas bought the mango earlier, deliberately went home for a while." Iyan put his arm around Melati's shoulder inside.

"I'm hungry Mas, but still don't like rice." replied Melati leaning on Iyan's shoulder.

"Mas wants to eat some fried food, Ms. Tuti." Iyan smiled at what Melati was carrying.

Melati lifted her plastic bag and put it on the dining table.

"Make some tea." Iyan made tea for the two of them.

Shortly afterwards Iyan sat down and accompanied his wife to a meal.

"There is Mas Arka" said Melati slowly, do not want any misunderstanding, let alone had met at the Bu Tuti stall. It seemed that Arka was deliberately there for the gossip mama to speak and report to Iyan.

Iyan smilingly looked at his wife's face, but then took a sudden heavy breath.

"Dead straight home." continued, while continuing to chew food. The plain behavior and his limp face helplessly made Iyan anxious as well as more affectionate.

"Yes, you have to go home, remember that we're married now. There's our son in here." Iyan rubbed Melati's stomach which was still flat.

"I know Mas." he answered reaching for the tea Iyan made.

"Back of work yes, do not forget to eat the fruit later. Sorry I didn't have time to peel the fruit." Iyan looked at the clock on his wrist.

"Delati can be alone Mas." he replied slowly.

"Mas is leaving." Iyan kissed Melati's head. "Assalamualaikum Darling."

"Wa'alaikum salam Mas." replied Melati looking at the face of Iyan who was not also away from his face.

It was a moment but it looked strange.

"What's up, Mom?" jasmine asked again, blinking her eyes. But there was concern on Iyan's face at the moment.

"Dare empty your mind and look at Mas." Iyan asked softly.

"What?" tanya Melati but she complies.

"Can't think of anyone let alone Arka, she's not good for you dear." whispered Iyan staring deeply at Melati's eyeball.

Melati increasingly noticed Iyan's eyes until completely focused and her lips slightly opened.

"You're my wife, don't think about Arka, she's not good for you" she said.

Melati nodded her eyes at Iyan full of cravings.

"Yes Mas." replied Melati a little confused.

But it can be felt if Iyan is worried about him, especially with the Arka.

Iyan returned to work with many thoughts this time, his motorcycle drove slowly but his mind wandered.

"Rome Yan?" tanya Adi saw Iyan parked his motorcycle.

"Yes for a minute" he replied excitedly.

"Kok lemes? Why your wife?" ask Adi curious.

"No, he's submissive, kind and fun." replied Iyan sitting at his desk.

"But your face is so tangled." Adi was still curious.

"How not to get tangled! Arka met Melati at the front stall of the house." obviously Iyan rubbed his face.

"Well!" Adi was stunned to hear it.

"And he came up with a science that made women weak in the faith of clamps. While Melati has just improved, her faith has not been that strong" said Iyan increasingly worried.

"You just move it with Melati." suggested Adi understand Arka's concerns.

"It seems so, but still Arka can reach him. Want to be taken anywhere if the intention is bad people, desperate to meet." Iyan was getting confused.

"Fool said ustadz Ahmad, if you are looking for a wife, do not be too beautiful." Adi remembered their chat when some time ago.

"No one nginces Di, only that one has not been able to move on." annoyed Iyan.

"Yes that also means, make dizzy, can not calm your life." Adi laughed at Iyan.

"Whatever you say, I prefer a beautiful wife. Tired instantly lost when he came home see his face." Iyan replied to Iyan.

"You're smart to make me jealous, but I'm also the one who was invited. It's so complicated your business isn't finished."

I want it done, too!" answer me with heavy breath.

"That's a risk if you take someone." murmured Adi.

"I'm your husband's niece!" annoyed again.

"Yes, you've been moving, rather than worrying all day."

"Not a solution."

"You just pellet your wife, so you can not think of the others." proposed Adi increasingly make Iyan upset.

"My wife is stupid, mostly eating pellets" Iyan replied.

"Just be fat." Adi was joking.

"Your rich, sweet fat don't, the meat is mushy!"

"Ashim!"

Adi throws Iyan with paper, replacing him annoyed at the taunts of his best friend.

In the afternoon, Iyan's unsettled heart further, the young man came home but passed a slightly winding road. The goal is to catch Arka hanging out in a regular place where many young men are also there. He needs to talk, there's no way he's just sitting around with Arka's sass to see his wife Melati.

From a distance it seemed that some young men were sitting and chatting as usual when Iyan was single as well as that. Iyan slowed down the speed of his motorcycle, looking for the figure of Arka there.

"Yan." someone greeted and waved his hand.

Iyan stopped but not in front of the one who called, but Arka who sat at the very end with her new appearance.

"Good afternoon Mas." said Iyan down from his bike, since the beginning he did not wear a helmet.

"Hem, what did you see me after seizing my lover." replied Arka puffing her chest, she was really boasting of an appearance that looked more handsome than usual.

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