LOVING SOMEONE'S WIFE

Calling

Amel he looked so emotional hearing Angga who was about to leave this city, even without him realizing he had gotten too into the personal affairs of the young man before him.

He was still muddled with the desire for Angga to cancel his plan, whereas Angga he should be happy not because Amel was like this, wanting himself not to go far from his net view.

But the difference that exists between them they can not ignore it is not Amel also the appearance he had forgotten with his status that will be a wife.

His attitude showed that he had a sense that he could not describe himself.

"What reasons do I need to fulfill my mother's wishes?"

Deg

Amel froze to hear the question that was asked by Angga, what was with him and right on what basis he wanted Angga to stay here.

Aren't they that close then why is he so emotional when he hears Angga's words.

Or maybe he has fallen in love with the student himself, a student who is always the target of his emotions when working together on the task to be contested.

Wherever possible

Maybe he thinks that he is in love with Angga, then the marriage he will live in, is just a form of a sense of devotion to both parents.

He is well aware that they, he and Bobby do not love each other they are married only to strengthen their parents' position in a world they themselves are reluctant to continue. The business world, the world that they thought would spend all the time they had.

But they can't back down either - they don't want to break the heart of the person who has loved them with all their soul.

"Mom" call Angga

"Ah yes"

"Why?, why do I have to stay here?" ask Angga again

"That's it, I'm just afraid you got the wrong hangout there when no one was watching you "his answer stammered, there was something else he couldn't possibly say to Angga enough that only he felt it.

"Mother take it easy I can take care of myself"

"Ah I'm sorry if you interfere too much in your personal affairs" asked Amel with a beautiful smile on his lips.

"Forget it Mom, I'm fine"

"Oiya Ma'am after the exam later what mom will take leave of absence"

"No, I'm just going on a week off"

"why is that" asked Amel

"Not just want to know"

"Where are you going after this?" asked Amel to divert the conversation about his marriage.

"Home home maybe I don't have an event today" he said when he was eager to take Amel to go for a walk together, before the yellow janur curved which makes it not free to be with him again.

"You don't mind if you accompany me shopping today" he exclaimed to Angga

"By Mom"

"You don't call me mom when I'm out of school, I'm like a young mom who's already got a kid the size of you" she protested as she put her lips forward.

Angga giggled amusedly at the behavior of Amel who seemed to be sulking at him, yes let alone when else he could be this close to the woman of his tribe.

"I have to call what then" he said still in a formal tone.

"Either" he said, aiming at his shoulder

"Auntie how?" her words with a slightly seductive face

" you're a big geezer in my opinion I'm aunty excited again" he said in a slightly spoiled tone, there was a little bit of comfort when he could get this close to his student.

"If only brother how?" tawel Amel

"Wouldn't want to" now it's Angga's turn to refuse the call.

"As much as you want to call me what is certain is not aunty very old yes me" replied Amel who no longer uses formal language.

"It's up to me?" angga says make sure

"Yes"

"What the hell"

"Promise first"

"Yes, I promise I'm not angry"

"Eem how about bebby" he said, staring right into the eyes of Amel who was close to him.

Amel he blushed embarrassed to hear the call that Angga would stick for him yes only himself maybe, his cheeks felt hot and also reddened because of the sombalan of his student.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No"

"How do I call bebby?"

Deg.

Once again, Amel was petrified there, the call remembering him to the person he had been waiting for all this time, waiting for the time when the prince picked him up.

Is he still......

Amel shook his head then and there was a sign that he would not allow Angga to call like that.

"Can another call be?" amel said with doubt

"why?"

"That's what..."

Aelum had Amel reply Angga had spoken again.

"I'm sorry if I'm presumptuous to call my mother with such a word" Angga said, noting that Amel did not like the call from her.

Maybe her future husband called like that, yes it is natural that they are not a couple who will soon marry him who is not aware of his current position.

Actually, there was a separate purpose from Angga, why he mentioned the word, he wanted to remind Amel that he was the man who was with him under the rain in the role of a store at that time.

He wanted to let go of the burden he had been bearing, he felt enough to hide about himself to Amel.

Six years he kept that sense of taste that he had been trying to bury in order not to get bigger, he said, but in fact, the more days the feeling is getting worse and he is getting sick when he hears the wedding of the person who accompanies the day.

Angga wanted his teacher to know that he was the little brother he had told to come when he was an adult and marry him.

And now that he has found her, why he has left her with so much love, should he bury the taste that even Amel himself asked for.

Is it that easy for Amel to forget his promise or maybe his speech is just a comforting speech when they were trapped in the rain at that time.

Angga was confused as to what he should do.

"Alright then I call my sister according to mother's request"

"Maybe it's better"

"But can you also not be too formal just think of me as your sister"

"Yes my brother"

"That's dong"

"Let's buy you some ice cream"

"I'm not a child anymore brother" said that ah it might just be the word that cross in the thought of Angga

Hahaha

Amel laughed at the grumbling Angga.

They then left because their lunch was over and they went to the ice cream booth there.

They walked side by side after getting the ice cream in his hands.

No one knew that the two of them were a Master and their disciple instead looked like another young couple.