Your Heart&My Heart
Jealousy Signs Dear

"I never thought if my love for you overcame the pain that pierced the soul." ~ Adikara Suryo.

After work, Arunika was greeted with the presence of her husband in an ordinary place. The man stood up and crossed his arms while leaning against the body of his car.

He was waiting for Arun's arrival from ten minutes ago. He stared at the shoes he was wearing, not knowing what he was thinking.

Arun there stopped and took a hape. This feeling suddenly arose in his heart. He wanted to take pictures of Adikara's pose that looked really cool he thought.

Adikara turned her head and Arun was found. He was startled and hurriedly stuffed the hape into the bag to remove any traces.

The man smiled and waved at Arunika. Roasted red tomato tub, Arun looked embarrassed to approach her husband.

"Why?"

Arun shook his head awkwardly. "It's okay."

"So what?"

"Ouuu .. photo of that sky," he pointed up. "Beautiful, Mas. The color is that."

"Lied."

"No, kok. Have you been waiting for a long time?" Arun who kept being stared at shifted the topic of conversation.

"Just ten minutes ago. Yuk." yuk."

"Runnnn ...."

The cry of someone stopped the body movements of Arun and Adikara. Both of them looked in the direction where the sound came from. Gala, the man ran towards Arun.

"Sir Gala?"

The gala stopped right in front of Arun. The man's chest is a flower. He's breathing out. Gala did not care about Adikara who was not far from her and Arun. Curious gaze embedded in the twinkle of Adikara's eyes.

"Why, Brother? until the gini's warning." Attentively, Arunika took the tissue from inside the bag. He rubbed Gala's forehead without thinking about the existence of Adikara who was now staring dislike at her hand.

Gala pulls the tissue from Arun's hand. "I can do it myself. Nih," Gala gives flash.

"What is this, brother?"

"Drakour. Make it tomorrow. If from Ms. Yanti, I don't know if I can help you, Run. Just try to see for yourself. I've been summarizing all this from this morning." Gala smiled looking at Arun. "You should keep the spirit up, Run. Take another step toward your desire."

Arun looks haru. "There's a lot, brother."

"No. It's nothing. Anyway, if you go up in office. Broccoli Family would be happy too. We support you, Run."

"Can you hug?" she looks sad because of Haru.

The sister sharpened both her eyes. Gala turned to Adikara who now faced her. Not Arun.

"Can't! Tar thought of your man, we cheated again." 

"Mass?" 

Adikara instead went towards the steering wheel. Arun understood it was a rejection. Not a permit. It's hard, if uda sold out. Inner Arun.

"You should be excited. Don't stay up, OK?"

"Ready, Brother. Thanks a lot, yeah." 

Gala waved a hand asking Arun to get into the car. She doesn't want to make Arun's husband jealous or think that's not about him.

It's true Gala's guess. Adikara had since noticed both of them from inside the car. A jealous fire engulfed him. Hot tub cooking oil on the pan.

"Any silence, Mom?" arun Tegur.

During the journey home, Adikara chose to be silent. Arun could feel it, as the man looked different from when he got into the car.

"Mass? I'm muted?"

"Either."

"What's the same, Mom?" Arun turned his head, he frowned.

"So what? Don't you see me there too? Habits."

"You jealous?"

"Yes?! Wrong?"

"No really. How do you gemesin you know, if jealous like gini. Honestly again." He touched Adikara's chin. The Arun. Adikara stared intently to shake his wife's hand. Arun was not afraid, he chuckled.

Ranting all the way to get home, Adikara remained silent and advanced the first step into the house.

"Mas oh Mas. How am I left out anyway?" The sister looked up from the stairs. Arun stuck out his tongue highlighting the departure of Adikara who still looked upset.

"But yeah, Ma'am?"

"Yes, Mom. Jealousy."

"That's a sign, baby."

Arunika put her bag on the bartender's table. "Mas Adikara is that, Mom. There is no romantic. It's just that's how he's showing Arun the same feeling."

"For a long time it will be romantic too, Ma'am." Both of them were busy moving food onto the dining table.

"Yes, Mother. Shrimp, after Masnya. Here let me just. Put the shirt on dirty mama."

"Wokey, Mommy. Arun go upstairs first." He rushed off to catch Adikara to the room.

Arriving at the room, Arun found Adikara combing her hair in front of the mirror. He changed his clothes.

"Mass?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Still angry, huh?"

"Hem."

"Want me a hug?"

"What am I doing, by the way?" His mind momentarily found the same Adikara gaze as him. Baffled.

Arun laughed as if funny. "If you don't want to, that's okay. I'm gonna take a shower."

Arun walked without looking at Adikara who did not change his gaze at all. He pulled Arun's arm as it passed by him.

"I want to."

Adikara first pulled Arun's body. He hugged her tightly. Drowned his face at the nape of Arun's neck. To the point of making Arun not blink. Feeling Adikara's embrace is like being struck by lightning. Horrified.

"Should .. This hug is for me, Run. Never hold another man. I'm not strong," murmured Adikara slowly.

Arun spontaneously nodded his head. "Are you really angry about that?"

Pake asked again. Yes, yes, Run. Which husband is not angry his wife attention is the same as other men. Even if it's his best friend. Inner Author.

Adikara nodded. "I don't like it."

"Oooo .. Let me take note."

"Cooked?"

He nodded his head again. "Yes. You don't just like me crying, do you, Mas? I'll note later, if you don't like me holding another man."

Just let Adikara laugh. So innocent of this bin. Her thought.

Adikara took off Arun's body which made him ageni for a long time away from his wife. He returned Arun's timid gaze, but still did not take off Adikara's iris from him.

"You're not angry anymore, are you?"

Adikara. "No. Yes, a shower. I'll prepare warm water."

As usual, Adikara first went to the room to prepare bath water for Arun. Little attention from Adikara kayak that makes Arun comfortable with men who rarely indulge in words of love.

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Finish the dinner. The two have permission to perform their duties. Adikara to her study while Arun, she chooses in the room.

Both are in front of the screen. The younger brother in front of the computer screen, Arun himself was in front of the laptop screen.

Instantly his head ached looking at the material given by Ms. Yanti—the secretary entrusted by another superior.

"What the hell is this? Did I ask Mamas Adi, huh?" For more than 30 minutes, he struggled with trade and industrial materials from the company he worked for.

"That's Mas Adi's family. At least, Mas Adi knows about their industry."

Full of passion and high confidence, Arun carries his laptop over both arms and out of the room. Only a few rooms where Adikara workspace. Right in the opposite corner.

Up in front of the sliding door made of aluminum and coated with translucent glass, Arun slightly turned his head inside.

Adikara's reflex closed the book she had held since then, and placed it on the table, because she felt the presence of Arun.

"Come in."

Hearing Adikara's voice and feeling caught, Arun pushed slowly at the door and entered. For the first time, Arun set foot here.

"Why?" he asked as Arun stood right in front of the table.

With her chin up, Adikara looked at Arun's face. The woman's long hair was left untouched, which was always a success for Adikara to praise the beauty of his wife.

"Busy mom?"

Adikara raised one of her eyebrows. "Little bit. What's up?"

"I'm to—"

Adikara's hape ringtone slashed Arun's rudimentary speech he said. Adikara also swept the hape and looked serious to find the name that appeared on the screen of the square object.

"I'll pick up the phone first. You wait here." He got out of his seat and was about to leave.

"Oh, yes. Please don't hold onto anything that's here. Youunderstand?"

Seriate.

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