One Heart 2 LOVE

Struggle

Sekar: Happy fighting.

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Nyali Arka was shriveled when she saw how heavy the rain was accompanied by a big lightning like about to strike. No one is selling fragrances in the hospital canteen. According to the information he got, Arka had to buy it on the opposite street. Across the hospital.

Arka dingukan's. Looking for someone she can lend her umbrella to. Or at least a raincoat.

It failed. In this heavy rain, no one walks. They're all busy taking shelter. Because even wearing an umbrella will not succeed in ensuring their bodies are not exposed to rainwater.

Until finally Arka fought against the rain itself. Running across the street. No matter the rain, even in the lightning that strikes. Even though he was soaked. Most importantly he can get what Sekar wants.

Arka didn't use her car. He was brought by Jayur here. After all, the place was just across from the hospital.

"Sir, is there a harumanis?" Arrived at the market. Ask one of the sellers. Moustached fathers who look very sad.

"Resired Mas. How come the rain is this how fragrant?"

"Yes sir, hehe. Make my wife. Cravings again," explained Arka.

"Oh, cravings yes. Kasian is too. There are Mas who sell fragrant. But far. Tuh at the very end of the alley," pointed to the place he meant.

"No problem sir. Thank you very much" Arka walked back through the streets in the rain. In the market area. To the place that person is referring to.

"There are no harumanists? That was kat-"

"There is no Mas. Already abis. It was in the same borong as the little boy," he pointed to a little boy who was busy eating fragrant on a long bench.

"Oh yasudah. Thank you, sir," said Arka. Approaching the little boy.

"Hello adek," there are 5 big packs of harumanis that the boy brought.

"Why Mas?" Ask a woman who may be her mother.

"Mom sorry. Can I buy the fragrance?" Pinta Arca.

"I'm sorry I can't. My son loves it."

Arka tried to explain the situation, "Look Mom. This is at my wife's request. She's pregnant. And he cravings. This is this food. I had already come to two sellers, but he said it was over" explained Arka.

The woman looks pity. Glanced at the child who was eating, "Aqila. Can you give her one om? Later Qila buy again deh," persuaded his friendly.

"Wouldn't! Got me all!" He grabbed all the harumanist packs. Hugged him tightly.

Seeing Arka for a moment. But it turned out to be back. So he had to persuade his son.

"Tomorrow we buy again. This is a very necessary thing."

Arka waited patiently and expectantly. I think this is his only hope.

"Wouldn't! It's Qila's, "the boy insisted without letting go of his fragrance.

"Hello. Name Om, arka om. Your name is Qila? Wih is so beautiful. Like you," Arka bowed. He tried to seduce.

"Thank you" said the boy innocently.

"Qila has a lot of her fragrant? Can't you just ask for one? Om pay really," said Arka expectantly.

"No want! Looking for another one," Arka let out a tired sigh. But he didn't want to give up.

"You're like this. Om will do whatever Qila wants. But, can you please ask for her fragrance?"

"Hmm" he tapped his finger. "Awha. Qila tau," flicked his finger in front of Arka's face. Making Arka sumringah.

"Om gonna have to tease that auntie!" Qila pointed to a woman who was shopping.

"Qila!" Jerk the Mother.

Arka gulped her saliva rough. Maybe it does not matter if the one he will seduce is only single women or is alone. The problem was, there was a dashing man sagging beside him.

"Where? If you don't want Qila, don't want to give this."

"good. Om seduce him. But that's the promise, huh love her harumanis?" Nodded by Qila. The risk is so great if Arka does that. Either a slap or a lawsuit. But everything he did for Sekar. To fulfill his wish.

On the way to the woman's place Arka gathered her intentions as much as possible.

"Excuse me mba," Arka's behavior did not escape the attention of Qila who was currently chuckling at him. Arka occasionally flicked towards Qila. There was some annoyance on Arka's face.

"Yes?" Ask the woman. Turn around facing the Ark. With the man beside her.

Arka put together the right word to tempt the woman. Damn Qila's gaze made her misbehave. Till..

"You're sexy."

"What's? Goddamnit!" One blow full of energy darted on the right cheek of Arka. He made the man fall into the streets. It was the woman who hit him.

"Said did you just get fucked? Rise here!" His screams echoed. Thankfully it rained very hard. Making the people who were there not many who realized it and looked towards Arka.

"You scoundrel. She's my wife. You should know that. It's like you don't have your brain." The man grabbed the body of Arka. Plied his stomach with a punch in the middle of the road. Luckily it rained, so there were not many motorcycles and cars passing by. The man's burly body made Arka unable to compensate so Arka let her body battered in the hands of unknown people.

"Mas Mas. I'm sorry. He's my husband. She's a little crazy," Mother Qila stepped forward. Trying to stop that fight. Errata. Stopped the man from beating Arka.

"Take this husband of yours! Don't let him do it!" Said the man and walked away.

"Yeah. Sorry, she's crazy" said Ms. Qila.

Until finally Qila approached Arka who was staggered and even stood up in distress. "Om succeeded. Nih Qila love her fragrant one. Don't pay. Babay Om."

Qila's mother pulled the child's hand violently after apologizing to Arka. But Arka did not care about the wet clothes, shame, and even the wounds he got. A smile rises on his lips. Finally he had managed to get a bag of fragrant for Sekar.

"Strong must be happy," said his shrunken corner of his injured lip.

Echem. Monmaap yes tarnish your eyes. But believe me, my body is only for Sekar.

Whatever Arka.

Sekar the dede gemesss