Love With Candidates

Jealousy is not recognized

This morning the sun was so hot, the sky was blue. Quiet in the room it feels very bored Alya chose to sit in the rear gazebo while waiting for the knight who went somewhere. 

Alya knew that since the phone call from the woman named Rosa, the child majoring in medicine made her unsettled. Rosa who he knew all along she was the child of people and also beautiful. 

Very different from him, he just entered AKBID ngoyo. Umi and Abi have been desperately working hard. 

Alya picked up a sprig of red roses that thrived in the back garden. Kiss her repeatedly, hoping to find some serenity from the scent of the flower.

Suddenly from the back of the big, rough-haired arm grabbed her waist.

"Alone, Deck."

"Mas!" Peek Alya.

"What deck? Usually you like it when I hold you all of a sudden like this. I miss you, Dek"

"You're crazy!" Alya immediately threw the big hand from her waist.

"Daddy, you should know, I love you so much until now, my love for you has never diminished, it has only increased. Every time you and Satria are together it hurts me, I'm Dek." 

"Keep what do you want, Mas? You started all this!"

"All I want is the same deck, never touch Satria, because I will come back to you, we leave this house, if necessary from this country. We're gonna build the magic we both dreamed of."

"You're so mean, Mom. It'll get everyone hurt." Lirih Alya while taking a long breath.

"Sir, I'll prove it to you if the boy isn't my son." A sickening sentence that somehow kept coming out of Aditya's lips.

"Occording to whose son? You think Kinan is a cheap girl?" Alya smiled in bitterness.

"No, it's just that when I felt he was setting me up, he'd already done it with another guy. No bloodstains at all after we accidentally did it.

"So cruel Mas, you ruined it now you say it like that."

"She's so different from you Dek, she's not shy about flirting with men first. What is his name if not easy. Don't risk our relationship just for the sake of that woman. 

"And there's something you should know, that Satria is meeting her lover. If you don't believe me, I have proof." Aditya showed his phone, it was there Satria and a woman were sitting together, the drink in front of him was still intact, the chat they created looks relaxed. 

Mas, you must not slander Satria, he is a good man, however he has made my family safe from disgrace. She saved my pride as a bride." Alya did not want to review the news from Aditya.

"Nih deck, I asked one of my friends to help follow him. You see who he's the same as?" Aditya is getting closer to his phone.

Alya sees Satria and Rosa talking together in a cafe. Actually Satria came there to tell Rosa that she was no longer alone. She is now married. 

That's what Satria feels Rosa also needs to know. Because Satria does not want Rosa to always come and pay more attention. 

"The two of you are the same Mas.Sama equally great, Then what is there more greatness of you that you want to show me."

"Therefore you think of the deck, if you want to express your heart to him," added Aditya again.

Alya left Aditya alone, she went into the room and wanted to go straight to sleep. 

While in the other corner Alya saw Kinan was watching him with glassy eyes. The woman seems jealous, because her husband only cares for other people's wives rather than her pregnant self and needs affection. 

Alya sat in the room while staring at her reflection in front of the dressing table. 

Despite trying to resist and no longer believe in Aditya but honestly Satria's photo with the woman made him feel a pain that he himself did not know what his name was. Either jealous or just feeling unappreciated.

"So that woman is special to Satria." Lirih Alya while closing her eyes. 

Alya shed her silly tears. How could she cry seeing Satria only eating together with other women, whereas all this time she had no intention of making her feel at home by her side.

Alya treated his own wounds with ointment from the doctor, he hoped that the wound would heal soon and be able to return to activity as usual. 

When he wanted to make a job application letter, Alya could see a paperbag that was still intact with its contents among the pile of Satria books. 

Alya reached into it. "Bones white color shirt, the fabric is smooth, the brand is also unmitigated. Overseas production is not cheap. 

'Satria, you re my best friend, hope you like' that's the contents of the paper inside.

Adalagi watch with the brand Al*ba special guy. Alya repeatedly flipped through the expensive brand thing. 

'Good friends, How good their relationship is.'

Hearing that there were footsteps getting closer, Alya immediately returned the two objects with origin. Then sit back in front of the dressing table, wiping his tears violently.

"Alya, not yet asleep," Satria's voice and the creaking sound of the door being opened almost together.

"Not yet" Alya replied without looking over. After successfully sitting on a small chair in front of the dressing table. 

Satria bowed her body behind Alya. Alya tried to neutralize her breath, though, 

Satria saw some wounds that had not been given ointment probably because it could not be reached by his own hands. 

Here I help you put on the ointment. Satria grabbed the ointment box on the dressing table. 

"No need to be alone." Alya immediately picked it up and grasped it. There is something different with Alya's attitude with a few hours ago and now.

Seeing Alya's wet eyes Satria became curious about what made her so.

"Why are you Al?"

"It's okay, I'm fine, I just need a break."

"Alya I'm not a child who can't feel your attitude change." Satria clasped Alya's rebellious hand unwilling to be touched. 

"You and Mas Aditya are the same, not much different."

Satria was just dumbfounded, not understanding the meaning of the words from Alya. Alya looked at Satria sharply, those beautiful eyes turning a little more fierce.

 "Say the reason for your words. Has anything affected you? Oh yeah, sure there is, definitely Aditya mas." Satria sat squatting in front of Alya, waiting for the woman to speak frankly.

"What did he say?" Satria asked again, asking for an explanation.

"Nothing." Alya dodged, now just wanted to sleep. Alya stood up making the occupied seats creak, Toh Satria who was waiting for has gone home.

"Alya, why is it so hard, just talk honestly with me. You Why?" Satria was not satisfied with Alya's silence. 

"It's okay, I just congratulate you, I'll meet my boyfriend!" Alya pulled her lips as wide as possible. Then throw his body on the bed and pull the blanket to cover his entire body.

"Daughter! I've met a boyfriend! Rosa you mean?" Satria squeezed her hair, then rubbed the tip of her nose roughly. "It's a misunderstanding, I think I should explain to you, me and Rosa there's nothing special, we're just friends." 

"But he loves you," interrupted Alya.

"If that's not necessarily true, all I know is that we're just best friends, never more." Satria is now sitting cross-legged while Alya is lying down while staring at Satria. By opening the blanket to the chest.

"It's not necessarily true, nor is it necessarily false." Alya stared intensely at Satria's face.

"You Jealous?" ask Satria

"No, do I have a right to be jealous?" Alya answered quickly.

"You deserve to be jealous, because I'm your husband." Satria stroked Alya's black and soft hair.

Alya let her husband's long fingers touch her beautiful hair. Alya began to crave Satria's gentle touch.