Love With Candidates

Seeking Satria

Alya you are now Satria's wife right?

Alya nodded slowly. "Yes." Yeah."

"You don't mind if me and Satria are friends? you know for yourself, of course, we're much closer before you get married."

"No, friends and wives must have a different place in Satria's heart."

Elisha nodded repeatedly, quite clever of the answer taken by Alya.

"You can wait for Satria inside, he's still looking at Arka's sister's motorbike collection, which will be used for the race tomorrow."

Alya and Sadewo according to him, the three of them sat on the porch of the house, while looking at the orchid flowers hanging near where he sat.

Alya now knew Elisha was apparently the son of the people. Worth it, the facilities used to the campus so far seem luxurious.

Alya felt Satria was lucky to have so many friends who cared and respected her. One that Alya doesn't understand why she should be the chosen one, the woman who always fails to move-on.

"Listen, Alya, I've seen Satria change a little today, she's always moody and sad, if you don't love her, mending loosely, she's always sad, don't make her feel responsible for your relationship mistakes with her brother, Satria shouldn't be alone" said Elisha while offering a canned drink that he took from the refrigerator.

The girl then sat down, she was seen to keep watching Alya's movements, from the tone of her speech alone Alya knew that Elisha likes Satria.

"All of Satria's own decisions are taken, I just follow what he said. If he is not comfortable with this relationship and ask to separate? why not? I never forced her to marry me back then" Alya was not a stupid girl, she was a midwife-to-be, she was educated, she certainly had a sentence to win her speech with Elisha.

"But baby, Satria won't,"

Dewo listened to the words of Elisha and Alya, now he understood where these two women were talking, Elisha and Alya both liked Satria.

Elisha nodded, realizing that he was too deeply involved in Alya's domestic relations.

"Diminum Alya, soon they'll be back. " Elisha returned to mince words after Alya was no longer interested in discussing his household matters.

True to Elisha's guess, Satria is back. Satria seems to talk to Arka, her smile looks happy, until the dimples on her cheeks look more sunken.

Satria was surprised to see Alya and Elisha looking at her.

"Hey, who are you here with? you asked to take Dewo?"

Alya chose to stand rather than answer Satria's question. Kissing the back of a man's hand that was immediately tense, Satria felt guilty last night had not come home.

"I'm sorry Sat, your phone is so hard to call."

"Soryy, Alya last night ...."

"Running out of quota, right? I just stuffed it up."

Satria looks nervous, she sees a cell phone in her pocket and turns out to be right. Alya has filled it.

Satria rubbed Alya's head with anxiety, Elisha turned his face. However Satria was the first love for him.

"We talked at Sat's house, this morning I cooked your favorite, but you didn't go home" Alya said.

Satria smiled when she saw Alya was not angry at all, apparently she could maintain the husband's self-esteem in front of her friends.

Sorry Elisa, Dewo, I think I should go home first.

"Sat, but mama cooked your favorite today. You don't look like my mom." Neutrals of Elisha glazed. Elisha hates her being a whiny girl. She hasn't cried in a long time.

Satria looked at Alya, the girl pulled both her hands.

Alya looked at both of Satria's eyeballs. "To keep the heart of Elisha, you should have breakfast here first is okay, sorry his family has bothered to cook for you. I waited on the bike, I had breakfast.

What'an Alya, asking Satria for breakfast, while he did not want, actually see Mama Elisha who prepared his own breakfast for himself, there is a bad taste, but what yes, the, he had to have his own breakfast with Sadewo, whereas Alya would look at him from a distance.

Satria immediately said goodbye to Aunt Mariana, although women the age of Mother Aisyah showed a disappointed look, Satria also had to think about Alya's feelings.

"Sat, Aunt is disappointed with you, when Aunt has made your favorite dishes even dicuekin. Dewo, there's breakfast with Elisha."

Aunt Mariana was really disappointed with Satria. Satria also felt Aunt Mariana ignored the existence of Alya.

"Every Aunt, if Dewo mah, do not want to refuse sustenance,"

Satria starts to turn on her motorbike, Alya reminds Satria to wear a helmet. "Forgot a helmet, get a ticket."

"Sorry, on purpose, let someone help wear it."

Alya helped put a helmet on Satria's head. Satria looked at Alya who was now so close to her.

Even Satria could smell the perfume Alya was wearing.

"Yeah, up."

Alya hurriedly climbed up on Satria's bosom, the woman immediately wrapped her arms around Satria's waist before being asked by the Husband.

Of course Satria was happy to see the progress Alya showed.

Satria occasionally clutched Alya's hand tightly coiled up to her stomach. Satria is usually driven with one hand.

"Satria's sorry."

"It's okay, I'm glad Al."

"Satria, are you angry? last night I didn't go home."

"No, I didn't go home because it was necessary, very important."

"You're in motor racing!" sela Alya's.

Satria knows his hobby can not be supported by his wife, Alya never like a man who likes to play like a cramp, not to mention the appearance of urgency and pants like to be torn here and there, jacket is identical to the dark color, and it is undeniable that motorcycle gang children will have many enemies.

"It's not just because of the motor racing, there are other goals," said Satria trying to convince Alya.

Alya felt his hands cold, the reflex of his embrace on Satria's waist grew stronger. "Want to be a winner, the prize is good, you have a debt with Sadewo, yes, because that's all you have ambition ."

'Duh, Sadewo Ember really, why should tell Alya.' Satria murmured in his heart.

But Alya seemed to be able to guess. "Sadewo is not wrong, I asked him to talk, besides he didn't tell me everything, he appreciated your friendship."

After talking about Dewo, the atmosphere was silent again.they were raging with their respective minds.

"Evenings in Elisha's house, where to sleep."

"In bed, time on the floor."

"Satria I'm not kidding, Seriously!"

"I also answered seriously, Alya."

"I slept on the bed and had a pillow on my head" Satria replied.

"It's not like that." Alya is back. He released his handrails on Satria's waist.

Satria plays the motor gas.Inevitably Alya back to hold strong. But Alya was still not satisfied with Satria's answer just now, Satria had to answer everything clearly.