I Know Your Secret's

Young Aunt

I again felt confused looking at my brother and Elisha. They seemed reluctant to glance at each other, like there was a problem between the two. I was more and more convinced that they had a problem because I saw Elisha just silent without looking at Gazza as he usually does. That girl really likes Gazza, but my brother doesn't like her.

"no." I muttered softly looking at them, then my eyes turned towards Zayyan who was busy looking at me.

"can't you do anything else but look at me bang?" I was worried about being stared at by my husband.

"huft, please my heart, I have eyes." said Zayyan.

"haiss sucks." I grumbled again.

"Za, I'm going to leave. Please don't let this boy out!" tell Zayyan to point at me.

"i'm not a kid." I don't accept saying boy.

"you're a kid, you can't drive a car."

"heh, I'm pro yaa bring a car, you don't crap bang. In order to save people's lives, I'm willing to hit a tree."

"already...already, you are like a cat with rats, do you never get along a day huh?" gazza said with the quarrel between the two of us.

"ever" we said simultaneously, then we looked at each other and stared intently.

"when?" tanya Gazza was curious.

"a long time ago, long way before the century AD, hehehehehe." My grin made Gazza immediately grumble annoyed.

"this is his brain following Gesrek because he hit a tree. Doesn't it hurt to hit the tree? how's it feel to hit a tree?"

"does a tree feel like a bang?"

"christen you!!" again, he walked out. But I could see that Gazza had stopped in front of Elisha and looked at Elisha with an unusual gaze, and then breezed out.

Cih, I wonder why them?? mummify slowly.

"Elisa, why are you sitting there?" I called him in right away. With a clumsy step Elisha came in and walked towards me.

"why did you get to this Sha?" tanyanya stared at the wound I got. I just smiled as scratching my nape did not itch.

"hehehehe was also called calamity. This is a lesson for me too." I replied.

"cih, next time you have to be careful Sha, my goodness." he muttered again and sat next to me.

Seeing her unusual look made me even more curious about how I was blowing up.

"El, I want something."

"what's that?" elisha asked while peeling the apple in his hand.

"are you with the Gazza bang, I think you have a problem?" askaku.

Hearing that, Elisha stopped peeling his apple and looked at me.

Elisha shook his head softly, "ah no, maybe you feel like the cake." he said and continued peeling the apple for me.

But, I think you're hiding something El. I muttered again. But I also couldn't force him to tell me about his personal problems. Let them solve their own problems, while I have no problem letting them go.

"well, I've had enough of Sha" he said as he thrust the apple at me.

"thanks." I cried as I ate the piece of apple.

"where do you think I'm?" elisa's question suddenly made me confused towards her.

"what do you mean El?" my many.

"yes, I'm the one like mana, honest ya Sha. Don't lie." he cried enthusiastically waiting for a response from me.

"you're a very good El."

"is that all Sha time? be serious."

"yes, you're too good El. Did you know you used to use people a lot?" I stared straight at my sabahat. Although Elisha ate, his heart was as soft as silk. The girl's heart was too noble to take advantage of. I feel so sorry for him.

"me? huft, I'm too good, Sha?" elisa looked at me.

I nodded quickly, "banget instead. I'm sorry to see you used to trus, not tired of what?" I looked at him pity.

"you can't be too good El, not everyone should be happy, just enough yourself to care about beb, care about you that's also human can't all you do El. I salute you so good with everyone. I even envy you, you have such a sincere heart." I said slowly, it is undeniable that Elisha is my sabahat. I feel lucky to have a friend as good as him.

"ah, you're too much sha. But, yes, you are right. I'm also tired of all this, I want to be friends sincerely but there are also people who can take advantage of me to pray." he looked at the sky.

I sighed, "for that you have to change from now on, don't want to be taken advantage of by anyone."

"okay, remind me yes, sometimes I'm khilaf hehehe."

"safe." I immediately bertos ria with him.

***

"you are ngeyel kali spielin!" angered Zayyan looked at me sitting by the road waiting for my favorite chocolate martabak order. Before arriving at the street vendor, Zayyan had protested and refused to grant my request on the grounds of having to go home quickly. However, I still whined to him to keep buying me martabak, so this is where we are now.

"what the hell bang, I do want martabak." grumbled I was tired of seeing his sour face but still handsome and cool to see.

"huft, whatever" he said resignedly and sat beside me while waiting for the hammer to mature.

"bang, later martabaknya whose edge is mine yaa, trus chocolate let me just eat." I cried tempted by the smell of the hammer.

"yes, eat it, all eat the wrapper if you need teflon his sales brother ate it there." he said looking at me briefly.

"anj!" I cursed while hitting his back.

"shit, sick Dasha!!" his grunts while stroking his back which I just hit.

"lebay, I slow down to bang."

"what a plan, you hit the holy site on my back." - again.

"the gini man is said to be loud, weird."

Zayyan rolled his eyes lazily looking at me. He looks like he hopes his hammer is done and he will be home soon.

"why are you always so nervous, Bang?!" I was annoyed to look at Zayyan pacing in front of me. I glanced at the sales brother martabak that had wrapped my martabak.

"nah tuh so." I immediately walked towards the brother.

"what gold?" ask me while taking out my wallet. Not yet I took the money out of my wallet, Zayyan directly handed the money to the martabak seller's brother. Zayyan quickly pulled my hand towards the car.

"ish slow down the road bang!" my grunt has trouble balancing Zayyan's long legs. Zayyan, who was aware of that, slowly slowed down his movements and matched his steps with mine.

"you're slow." plucked it while grabbing a plastic bag in my hand.

"heh, I'm not the slow, handsome husband, but your legs are an extension."

"you are short."

"ish, you are!!" I was upset while hitting Zayyan on the head. Zayyan grimaced in pain, "woii is sick!"

"Zayyan." Calling somebody made me stop hitting Zayyan on the head. Then I turned to the source of the voice of the woman who dared to call my husband's name.

Zayyan stared silently at the man and made me confused and jealous at the two.

"had not met yaah for a long time" he said gently made Zayyan immediately hug the girl.

Deg.

"what does all this mean? Who is this Bang Zay?!" cercaku separates the two. After all, no one can touch my husband anyone including this foreign girl in front of me.

Zayyan seemed to be smiling obliquely at me, "why? you jealous?"

"yes" I replied spontaneously looking at him sharply.

"this is my aunt Livana. This aunt is my wife Dasha." explained Zayyan while introducing us both.

I'm still loading mode to digest the situation that's going on right now.

Didn't Zayyan have no one but his grandfather? Why is there a tant? and again the Tantenya still looks young and the same age as me!!. I murmured in my heart.

"you must be curious about Sha." said Livana looking at me with a faint smile.