Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Mr. Possessiveness

Semarangs,

Vast

He walked on tiptoes so as not to wake up Harsa who looked still very sound.

Before turning on the shower, she stared at her reflection in the bathroom glass. His head shook his head as he saw some marks left by Harsa on his collarbone and chest.

Last night he thought that tonight would be the last night he became a girl? Apparently not.

His lover was still able to resist the desire to make love with him, although it could be said they both gave something intoxicating.

It was completely unsettled in his mind going this far with Harsa. Back when they were dating Nanda, they never did anything but kiss. Moreover, at that time he felt very small, still in school while Nada was only two years apart on it.

Is this how dating an adult man is? It was always that kind of thing that was on his handsome girlfriend's mind. Or is it just Harsa? But he who grew into adulthood is also not hypocritical, he is also curious about the sensation.

I don't know, the important thing is that Harsa can still pull the brakes when it starts to almost lose control.

After finishing cleaning himself and getting back in his clothes, he headed to the kitchen to prepare a makeshift breakfast for Harsa from the ingredients he had bought yesterday from the minimarket.

tyingg..

He had not yet applied butter to the bread, he put it back and walked open the door.

His eyes were straight round, though,

"Manda?!" he said half screaming.

"Why did you come here?" he asked again, really he did not want to fuss anymore with Nanda's parents.

Nanda's eyes stared at the silver luxury car parked sweetly in the carport of his house.

"Who's this? New?"

He bit his lower lip, confused as to what to answer. If he answered that it had his girlfriend, surely Nanda had thought far about their relationship. Especially if Nanda knew there was a figure Harsa was sleeping in his room with bare chest and wearing a boxer.

"Emmmmm...."

"Yes.."

He closed his eyes for a moment when he heard Harsa's voice had filled the living room of his house.

"Which?" Nanda was astonished by the presence of the figure of a man who was currently approaching the two of them at the door.

Fortunately, Harsa's appearance is better, already wearing jogger pants and t-shirts, but with hair that is still disheveled typical wake up.

Harsa and Nanda were throwing sharp glances at each other.

"Known this is Mas Harsa.."

"Mas Harsa, this is Nanda." he said slowly and kindly as if trying to break the tension that occurred

"Harsa, her future husband Sekar." Harsa reached out her hand first and threw a triumphant smile towards Nanda.

"Nanda.." replied Nanda who glanced at him.

"Judah I'm home first, sorry to interrupt..Let's mas." said Nanda to him, turning to look at Harsa.

"Well, don't you have breakfast first?" he tries to appreciate Nanda, however he knows the feelings of his former lover.

Nanda smiled faintly,

"No, thank you. Next time." and the man walked out.

He looked at the pity of his former lover, he sighed softly then glanced at Harsa who already seemed to raise one eyebrow looking at him.

"Yukk breakfast mas.." take him in a very slow tone.

Harsa's gaze this time was like wanting to eat himself alive. He chose to close the door and walk into the dining room, continuing his activities that had stopped due to the arrival of Nanda.

"Is he still here often if you go back to Semarang?" harsa's question made her breath stop for a moment.

He nodded his head, choosing to be honest was a better thing.

"Don't know who he is?"

Harsa smiled obliquely,

"You're my boyfriend, all about you I need to know. Even without telling me."

Degs..

"It seems that every time you come back here, I have to come along if you have this" said Harsa who is currently sitting in front of him.

He stared for a moment at Harsa, then sighed.

"Yes I can not imagine you are being sandwiched in the gini house with your ex, just alone. I can be crazy to imagine it." murmured Harsa back while drinking the hot tea he had provided.

Her lips did not take out a word at all, she preferred to be quiet this time.

"I am possessive, right?" suddenly the sentence came out from the mouth of a Harsa that left him stunned for a moment.

"I know what I mean, it's okay" a smile adorned his innocent face.

"I'm sorry, because I don't want to lose you. I don't want to let my guard down because I believe in someone" explained Harsa clasping her hand with a sad look.

"Mas can't believe I mean anything?" he wanted to know what answer came out of Harsa's lips.

"I trust you, but I will never trust a man close to you. I'm so sorry. I'm also a man and I once believed in my own best friend, what turned out? You know what you're like." Harsa rubbed the handsome face harshly.

"Mas, whose name is cheating is from both parties. If anyone comes near me, but I don't want to, it won't happen."

"But I understand how you feel. I try not to mess around, I believe me." he replied and then kissed Harsa's lips at a glance.

"I love the same mas.candidate my husband.." whispered flirtatious.

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