My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant

I'm Jealous?

Excel pulled his body roughly from in front of Naja and got out of bed. Leaving Naja who was still cowering in fear on the bed. Urging the bathroom door violently, he impatiently drowned himself under the water to clear his mind.

Naja's eyelids blinked rapidly, when no more Excel breaths were felt around his body. The stifling heat seemed to move away. The air is free to enter and exit the nose cavity without an Excel body blocking it.

Slowly Naja brought his gaze to trace the air that Excel left behind. Such a powerful shock struck the bed as if to signal that Excel was leaving still with soaring anger. Naja's sigh was so hard to blow, relieved but he did not feel safe, so with a quick movement Naja down the bed and ran through the stairs.

"I have to go .. but where?" muttered Naja while looking to the right and left. Naja's eyes crept up as if finding a bright path. Only there did he feel safe.

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Excel turned on the shower and let his body be hit by a water speck that was so swift, without removing the clothes attached to his feet. His right hand pressed against the wall that was starting to fill with water dots. While his left hand rubbed his hair and face repeatedly. Clenching his knuckle, Excel punched his fist into the wall many times. He almost hurt Naja. He increasingly did not understand why he could be so angry at Naja.

Excel's head looked up, leaving his hot palpable forehead, splashed with water that would extinguish the flames in his cranium. He would be the worst man if he forced himself on Naja. No. .. he does not want it to happen, but he is also not willing if there are other men who continue to target his own. Like terror alone when having a woman, even an ordinary woman like Naja. Excel banging his head against the wall, can reason not want his expected others to be used as a justification for the coercion of a man on women? If you can, Excel will do that now. To Naja, who will probably be the only woman in her life.

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The bed was empty when Excel came out of the bathroom after a long time. Excel again sighed, he immediately opened the closet to get dressed. He thought, it was only natural that Naja had run away from him given the incident earlier. Ah ... stupid.

Excel went down the stairs, his lips eagerly shouting the name of Naja who somehow became so fond of doing that. Seeing Naja round his eyes when surprised by his call, making Excel addicted makes the girl upset or surprised. Excel pulls his lips to the bottom of the stairs.

"Na ..," call Excel when she doesn't find Naja in the living room, living room, and kitchen. At the same time, the phone in his pants pocket rang long, but Excel paid little attention. His mind was in vain looking for the girl. The whole room in this house he has explored but he did not find Naja. Excel's lips kept shouting his wife's name, but it seemed ... It is indeed gone.

Excel groaned in frustration, repeatedly rubbing his face brutally. "Where are you, Na?" Picking up the rough hair that he had combed neatly. Run to the front of the house, and hit the number Naja only answered by the operator only.

Excel grew furious because his phone rang because of the phone call from the lawyer he sent to deal with Micah. Not from the person he was worried about and he was looking for now.

"Yes ..," Excel decided to answer the lawyer's call after once again making sure Naja wasn't home.

***

Just get off the motorcycle he was riding to take him home from the mini market. Carrying a bag of groceries that contained the needs of women, Naja extended some money to the driver. Yes, Naja initially drowned herself in the back room, but after finding her monthly guests coming, she immediately went to the nearest mini market to buy the goods she needs, as she remembers, she said, he has no stock of any goods.

Naja has also found the key to the room that Jen hid, reasoning Tara will stay at home, Naja finally managed to fool Jen. "Sorry Jen .. All this for the peace of your best friend's life" muttered Naja with both eyebrows raised. He walked upstairs feeling light. At least he will stay safe after having his own room.

Sepi ... so Naja again ran to the front of the house, he cheered when the Excel car was not there. Naja's steps get lighter, immediately change clothes and move his belongings from the Excel room. The rest of the day, he spent drowning in a new, comfortable room.

***

"Lo if angry about dong, Bro .. time just because Tristan wants to be a bini lo model him, you want to force him so?" Sam who sat in front with Rega turned his body to face Excel. The tall man seemed annoyed with the excessive jealousy that his best friend did not understand.

"Part of what it means, Cel ... you guys are good at doing it!" timpal Rega with a seductive smile. "just ask for good! And ... immediately claim ownership of Naja with an official stamp instead of just a signature on paper!" connect Rega who was immediately overflowed with a very annoying laugh from Sam.

"You guys if you don't shut up soon, I'm gonna kick it out of this car!" threaten Excel which even makes the laughter of his two friends more blaring. They understand, Excel is like a beard fire when you lose Naja. So anxious and frustrated that he repeatedly contacted Naja who had not received an answer.

"Maybe at his sister's boarding times ...!" chirp Sam who has mastered himself after catching a tense look on his best friend's face.

Excel's eyes crept up, he forgot that there was a nearby place where his wife could hide.

"Why haven't you thought about it since, huh?" rega said more to himself. But Rega's speech represents Excel's mind thinking the same thing. He panicked so much that he forgot about it. He thought, Naja had returned home so he almost thought to follow him there.

***

The night is almost greeting, Naja is busy cooking dinner for her and Excel. She planned to prepare dinner only and not accompany the man who had become her husband to eat. His brain was still thinking about the incident earlier this afternoon which left him gripped.

"The tension just barely killed me," Naja shook his head in horror. He imagined what would happen if Excel continued with his intention. Continuing to sink into cheek-splitting thoughts, Naja began cooking the dinner she had concocted.

Until a knock on the door roused himself from the daydream. He turned his head to the door and turned off the burning stove with a barely ripe dish on it.

"Yes ... a moment ...!" exclaim Naja while running small across two rooms that are quite spacious. His small hand stretched open the wooden door.

Naja's eye beads fiddled for a moment, but he immediately published a friendly smile welcoming the two people in front of him. "Mrs ... Papa?!"

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