Love Stifled By Destiny's

One house

It seems that Amel's heart is now softening, for his attitude that yesterday-yesterday often angry with me. Her anger was strong, when I decided to part ways about our love.

"In the end you forgive my mistakes and accept all this fact that we cannot be united. Even if you belong to someone else, I will accept all of this with sincerity and will never forget our sweet memories before" I said in a happy heart.

Even though he did not accept it at first, we were finally fine with it, and we were now living in one house, to both save on the cost of contracting our house. In addition, I fear for the safety of both of them, who at times can threaten the soul because they are only women at home.

"You didn't pa-pa, did Amel, Alex's mother's son come with us to live here?" ask my mom when we were having dinner.

"No pa-pa, ma'am. Amel was happy to have Alex stay here, as long as you don't do anything weird to me, "Amel touched with his net staring intently at me, who was busy scooping food.

"What mean? How strange? I've always been 'a good man who would never do anything" I replied.

"Ciieh, is that true? You are a good man, but you must also be aware if doing strange things, such as for example can damage the relationship of that person," explained Amel told his intention earlier.

"Don't just recuse. I won't be able to ruin your relationship, which I consider family and good friends" I replied seriously.

"All right, then. I hope it is true what you said just now," Sindir Amel again addressed to me.

"It's .. already, let's talk about something else. It's not good to talk about that problem, about your romance. For a long time you will really dislike each other and attack by revenge. It is better to think positively for your own future than to think about the past, which you have tried to forget everything" said the mother who tried to stop us.

"Good, mom!" amel answered weakly.

I just kept my head down, when my mother's words had a point, that it shouldn't be drawn out by our courtship past, which has been broken up for a while.

Being at home with Amel like before, feels really awkward. Whatever he wanted to do seemed ashamed of him, to do all these things in the house.

"Surge .. step aside, watch out!" she said as I walked her way when she wanted to head for the kitchen.

I, who did not want any more trouble with him, immediately tried to let him go first. But when I went to the right, a step that did not serve him, the feet of Amelpun also joined the right. And when the step tries to the left, strangely he also comes to the left.

"Haaah ... can you step aside anyway?" sewot.

"You should be the one to step aside! I came here first, so move out now. Very, very blocking my way only," he said angrily.

"Ciiih," I don't like.

"Males who are supposed to give up, don't be told to give up. Basic heartless man," he said angrily as he walked banging his shoulder firmly against my shoulder.

"Aww," surprised.

"Can that be! Walking with eyes, see what? There are people standing here, just walking around, "Nyolot, I'm upset.

"Your eyes are blind, cook people will just walk in the field," angry behind Amel's words.

"Haiiist, you know," My guess doesn't like what he says.

Sometimes when we eat in one table there is always a fight just because of trivial problems, but sometimes we also just pray that accompanies our eating. Usually there is only a spoon that reads, in moments there is not a single word that comes out of our mouths.

"This is my part" he said insistent as he took my favorite balado chicken side dish.

"Just boy. My mother cooked it for me. After all, you had eaten three pieces, while I was just one piece" I replied disliking, as he picked up the chicken side dish, which was left in a dish.

"I don't want, anyway this side dish should be mine," Amel said with a glare at me not accepting my wishes.

"I should eat anyway, the mother bought it with my money, so I'm the one who has the right to eat it" my eyes turned around glaring unwilling to budge.

"No way, this is my part, too" replied Amel unwilling to budge.

Our eyes clashed with each other glaring furiously, eager to get him into a fight. If only if she were not a woman, her face would have been crushed to pieces by my hand.

"Here ... already, you are like a child, cut to two, so you can both enjoy it," said the mother broke the tension between us.

"But, ma. It's not good to taste like a chicken so small divided in two," complained Amel disagreed.

"Tuh, ma'am. Let Amel be the one who is told to give in and I will eat it later" I replied, still wanting the chicken.

"No way, I have to get it" said Amel not willing to give up.

"Hedeh you guys, chickens are being fought like this. Nah! now just for mom, let's not be a scramble, how?" I said, Mom gave me a fair idea.

"Heeh, whatever ma'am!" amel answered weakly.

"It's really for mom, you guys aren't sorry, are you, good?" His words were immediately comot take and now it has bitten his chicken.

"Heeemmm," the wry smile we both had made clear to mother, the chicken meat that became a snatch.

Now it feels so strange to be home with him, Amel used to be my girlfriend, now we are like sister brother.

When I miss you, I have to hold it.

The uproar of romance that comes must be as strong as possible detained.

It's not easy for me to hold this feeling.

But son says what, when love wants to return he's already in someone else's arms.

We often irritated and upset my mother, because between us there was always no one to give up, like a kid fighting over a toy there has to be one of us to win from that fight.

Even though I had lied to her not to love her, and did not continue our relationship again, every time I met her, my eyes could not escape to steal to see her sweet face, which always makes this heart peaceful and serene.