The Charm of the Former

Jealous

The night is getting late, the sky looks pitch-black, just before dawn breaks, like the darkness of the heart without the light of love. The more late it will be quieter. Only the sound of crickets chanting dhikr as a form of gratitude.

deserted ... deserted ....

heartbroken, a girl on the side of the bed. Sleeping on her back to her husband, who had been slumbering earlier, just after she had finished her desire.

So empty and empty his heart, without love adorn. pain, so sick he felt. like a sharp scratched rusty knife. how not? the man embraced the pleasure with her, but said the name of another woman, at the peak of her enjoyment.

"Abuehhh ... Honey," he cried, as he clenched the sweet girl closer and closer.It sounded so sweet, and then warm in Alea's heart.

But the warmth suddenly dissipated as Dion whispered in his ear "Thank you, Kiran."

Arduuarrr ....

Like lightning struck just before the rain.without the cloud accompanying, the rain flushed Alea's cheeks with a rush.

The crystal grains in the corner of his eyes, kept crammed to force flow even though Alea, already hard to hold it. He closed his eyes, allowing the clear hairs to flow freely.

occasionally he wiped it with the end of a blanket that covered the plain bodies of the two.

What is my lack, Mas? How hard it is to win your heart, no matter how hard I try, you don't think I exist at all. Although there is already a Diandra as a binder, in fact it does not change anything. Your heart is frozen. You are mine, but your love and your heart were never mine.

murmured Alea, on the sidelines of his sob.

Surely I do not want this situation either, but I persevere for the sake of Diandra. For our innocent daughter. I don't want Diandra to feel the bitterness of a farewell.

Alea was content to cry, until she fell asleep lulled by the dream.

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In the other hemisphere and at different times ....

KIRAN POV

When you first set foot in this city, your eyes will be spoiled with a very beautiful natural scenery.

The rice threads were swaying on his branches, as a gentle breeze swept over him softly. Green, as if a giant velvet-lined tapestry, was enveloping the earth from the cold of last night.

Even the flowers, trying to defend themselves. Holding tightly to the branches, though sometimes powerless to be carried away by the wind.

Currently, the new sun was as high as a spear eye. Still timidly showing his scorching light. The air is still so cool, the dew is still spoiled at each end of the grass.

Here, in the hometown of Mas Juna. A small town with all its features. At BLORA MUSTIKA, we are. Enjoying annual leave in which city, Tempe Chips and Sego Rawon become his signature culinary.

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"Nduk, Mami nitip groceries on Miss Karni, ingredients for cooking tomorrow. Please take it!" My in-laws' pinta to me.

"Nice mi." Immediately I headed to Karni's shop to take my mami's order. I don't know what the event is, but my house today is so crowded and lively, like there will be a party.

Many neighbors came and were immediately busy in the kitchen processing various kinds of food. Long colorful paper adorns every corner of the room, then empties into a large flower bucket hanging in the middle of the room.

Along the way looks like relatives are cheering, singing cheerfully and rejoicing to let go of longing, as if long nian did not meet. Understandably the child and daughter-in-law mami choose to wander and live in the city including also mas Juna and I of course.

It didn't take long for me to take it, because the distance from Karni's house is not too far from the mami's residence. I lift a box of cardboard as big as a glass of mineral water in which there are already complete cooking ingredients and spices. With my stomach as a pedestal, I started walking while humming.

Whait!! It's freaky. Why should I lift? Shouldn't I lift the weight because of a history? Usually I would assign tasks like this to Mas Juna.

But by the way where is Mas Juna? I left it on the park bench when my mom called me.

"Mi, here's the groceries." I immediately put the weight in the cardboard into the corner of the kitchen.

"Matsuwun Nduk!" Mami smiled wryly at me, I replied with a nod.

I went back to the front to look for Mas Juna. My eyes are watching every pair of eyes I meet. But I didn't find my Arjun. The frenetic music of the typical celebration is so blaring, adding to the boisterous atmosphere.

Where was Juna, the feeling I had not left him for so long.

Netraku continued to walk through the room without looking. The room is open with a small garden in the left corner and some shady trees on the other side. Each tree has a long bench for just chatting.

In the middle of the park there is a small bridge under which there is a fish pond.

There were two figures that I knew very well standing on the bridge.

The man embraces his woman's shoulders with affection. Shows the capture of the EOS 80D digital camera canon. Looks like they're taking pictures. The left hand holds the camera and the right hand pushes the navigation button so skillfully.

The tighter the hand was coiled around his neck. Looks very friendly. Laughter from both.

Without my command, the clear spirals plunged free from the eye when witnessing this all. I don't know why I just stared without making a sound.

A moment later, whether intentionally or not, they suddenly exchanged a glance. Although only a trick of seconds the lips touch, but able to make my heart like Godam hit.

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"Sir, you were cuekin Mas. What the hell is it?" Mas Juna shifted his seat towards me. I just kept quiet, still holding back the heartache that I thought was getting sick when watching the soap opera on the flying fish channel that was never happy.

"Dek, you're talking to Adek again, why not answer?"

Instead of answering, I sobbed. Mas Juna hugged me. I refused, even though my heart wanted it.

He drowned my head in his field chest.

"Of course, don't cry! The beauty is gone." Mas Juna calmed me down. Then I told him what I saw this afternoon.

"You're evil, Mas, you have the heart. Huhuhuhu." I'm getting fucked up.

"Please, this is a test."

"Huu .. huu ...."

"Husst cup. Yes, it is, already. Believe, Honey. My heart is only for you, so is this love."

Basic male.

"Huhuhu.." I still sobbed in his arms. Mas Juna stroked my hair and then rubbed my back.

"Tomorrow again, take a nap don't take long, baby!" Say Mas Juna while peeping my forehead.

It's so real and I'm not willing.

"Don't buy a camera, Yang, just a cell phone is still tough." Mas Juna's words made me chuckle in shame.

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