Sincerity Jelita's Heart

Chapters 11. Wanna Get Angry

We've been at the police station for a long time, so many questions have been asked of me. Maybe because it was a crime that was classified as heavy and the police also suspect there are still many herds of them. I also had time to express my anxiety that maybe their friends would take revenge on me. I was also given the personal number of the police who happened to come that night, he said that calling the office could not be lifted to contact him.

Now I'm in front of the police station in the outside area, on a bench. While lighting my cigarette and enjoying it while waiting for Fitri who is still not finished. You can get bored if you wait inside, let alone see Aunt Jelita who is chatting with some young police. It could burn jealous if I keep going there.

"Wait who?" asked one of the policemen who was sitting next to me, he was already aged when seen from his face.

"Hhh wait until you meet, sir" I replied politely, I also to turn off my cigarette butts. There is no ban on shopping there but I just feel I have to respect others.

"It's easy, I want to smoke too."

The man took out an expensive pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, which I knew cost about fifty thousand and twelve. Naturally the police are expensive cigarettes, the salary alone must be a lot. Not like me who's just factory security.

"You mas?"

"No sir, thank you. I also take it," I refused the unpleasant.

"It's okay, don't worry. Take aja.' The policeman kept pointing it at me, because it was not good to keep refusing, I also took a stick and turned it on.

Huusss Haahhh Money can't lie, it feels so different to what I used to buy. Well, then I can be hooked, but I'm not. I thirst to save for my mother and my savings little by little for provisions if married later.

"What mas, who said he could beat the begal?" tanyanya, it seems I am quite famous here.

"Just being lucky sir, they're also mabok so the power is a little reduced." Even though that night couldn't see clearly but I could still smell the smell of alcohol coming out of their mouths.

Liquor is often used by some criminals to launch the action. He said that if they get drunk they become stronger and do nothing, but for me when fighting drunk people it is even easier. In addition they also use it to argue that in case of arrest, they just say that they are under the influence of alcohol and are not aware of committing the crime.

"Good young man, I like your style that is not arrogant even though it has done a great thing." "Oh yeah, I saw that you were coming with Mbak LIta, do you know?" ask the police.

I narrowed my eyes as the old man asked me about my Aunt Jelit. What's this, what the guy likes is Aunt Jelita. There are more and more of my rivals like this.

"I'm his neighbor sir, my house is in front of his house."

"What a coincidence, so have you ever seen that Lita's brother brought a man into the house?"

I shook my head, I never saw him all this time. But why are the police laughing so happily? It's suspicious.

"That means he doesn't have a girlfriend, right, I still have a chance to get close to him" she said, smiling as she seemed to be imagining my aunt. I don't think I'd be willing to get Aunt Jelita close to that guy.

"Sorry sir, are you single?" my question is brave, hopefully I was not immediately shot the same gun on his waist.

"Hahaha... already son, why? Do you mind?"

"Bak Lita wants me to make a third wife, people if they have money are good. Can have many wives, hahaha..." He laughed again until his belly moved up and down.

As long as I am alive, I will not let Aunt Jelita be his wife. I threw away the expensive cigarette the man gave me, not wanting to smoke a cigarette from the man who intended to make the woman I liked become the third wife.

"Sorry sir, I have to go." I just left too. I need to secure Aunt Jelita from men like them.

When I entered it was a coincidence with Fitri who just came out of the ruagan that I did not use. Soon I approached her and took her home.

"You're comfortable fit? Let's go home."

"Wait a minute, can we stay here first. I want to wash my eyes first see the handsome cops," he said, looking at the passing cops. Just about two hours ago he asked me to be his girlfriend, now he says he wants to look around at the handsome cops. You unstable brat, it's a good thing I refused earlier.

"Can't Fit, after this I have to go to work. Then you don't want to go home, I've gone home alone, here's the car keys you gave to your appointment." I was too scared to see the two women's behavior, the one in his eyes and the other in the preoccupation of chatting with the basket eye cops that I have noticed since I keep looking at the top of the big aunt Jelita and occasionally also see pa-ha smooth because the dress is above the knee as usual.

I just left, I don't want my anger to be seen by others. Yes I realize that I have no right whatsoever to Aunt Jelita, she is free to be close to anyone. I admit that I also like to messyum thinking to him but I do not want other men who look at him like that.

"Siaalll..." I cursed all the way while stomping my feet. I want to be angry but to whom, he's not mine and I'm not who. I don't know what to do now. Want to pull Aunt Jelita from there but I'm not entitled.

"Mas Hariss..."

I heard Aunt Jelita calling me, but I was lazy to turn my head. Why does he call me, is he looking for the keys to his car instead of what I gave Fitri. I don't care anymore, I just want to go home.

"Mas Harriiiss.. wait for the mas. don't miss the road."

Why was his voice getting closer, I turned my head and saw Aunt Jelita running towards me. I just remembered she was wearing high heels, must have hurt so much to run. I immediately approached him who was still a little far away from me.

"Why is my aunt chasing me, is my aunt looking for a car key? I left it to Fitri," I said.

"Auntie isn't looking for a key, auntie's coming home with you. Let's go home here's the key."

I gawked as Aunt Jelita grabbed my hand and placed her car keys in my palm.

"Dear aunt wants to go home?" my many.

"Yes, of course the aunt wants to go home. If you did not want to chase your aunt earlier. Aunty is also not at home here, let's tell aunty in the car."

I wanted to faint when Aunt Jelita's hand held my arm tightly.

"Mas Haris, your arms are hard..."