THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

Long Nights..

"I'm going straight home, right?" Pamit Jaka once reached the court of the old house Melati.

The woman looked pouted. He wants to go home to a new home. Own house. Not because he wants to repeat the incident with his lover, but also because in the old house there is something that makes him not feel at home. Who else if not her cousin and husband.

Before getting to know Jaka, Melati always went home in her own home. Despite an event at the old house, Melati will still return to her home. Melati always felt, Siti was very happy to act which made Melati hurt.

"Why pout?" Tanya Jaka was astonished.

"What's up, come home, it's night." Answer Melati.

"angry? Because you're not coming home?" Tanya Jaka who is still loyal sitting on his motorcycle.

"Remain, just ordinary." Answer Melati flat. Jaka smiled knot. His hand raised grabbed Melati's hand and grasped it tightly.

"Yes, come on, come on back to the new house." Bring Jaka.

"No need! No need! Sanah, say you want to go home?" Reply Jasmine. Jaka breathed his breath.

"I don't want to take you home to a new house. There you are alone, no one is taking care, ntar there I want to nginep. While our relationship is already known by our parents and they know we go together. If they ask me what kind of question?" Terang Jaka's. Melati did not respond, she just kept quiet.

Jaka's heart finally broke itself. He got off the bike and pulled his girlfriend's body into his arms.

"I'm sorry if I let you down. But this is for our good." Jaka.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Melati briefly.

"The answer is not sincere." Gerrutu Jaka while taking off his embrace.

"Yes,iya. It's there! Said home? Jasmine.

"really? Can't go home?" Jaka asked ascertained and Melati nodded.

"Aren't you angry?" And Melati shook her head.

"Really?" Melati snorted and Jaka laughed crisply.

"Okay, okay, I'm home, greetings to father and mother, sorry I couldn't stop by." And Melati nodded.

Jaka immediately got on his bike and after saying goodbye once again, Jaka's motorbike began to drive along with Melati's smile.

After Jaka's motor disappeared, Melati turned the direction and stepped towards the house. But before entering arrived Melati's steps stopped when he heard.

"You better rethink your relationship with Jaka." Melati turned her face to the source of the voice. Brow wrinkled. Her ex-husband was standing not far from her.

"You mean?" Ask Melati ketus.

"So not a good man." Malik replied with a face that looked very serious.

"What do you mean?" Ask Jasmine emotions.

"So not a good man for you, Mel. She's a lot of women. Behind you even she's making a pact with another woman." Answer Malik.

"Certainly think? What kind of good guy? Like yuu? Who plays in the room with other women? Even though the woman is a brother? Aye!" Ask Melati. She was really upset with the attitude of her ex-husband. Melati is inexhaustible with the thoughts of the man she once loved.

Malik. He couldn't reverse Melati's words. He always saw the look of hatred in the eyes of his ex-wife.

"Why do you still hate me so much, Mel? Can't you just forgive me and go back to repeating our story?" Mumbled.

As soon as he entered the house, Melati was silent for a moment on the door wall. Chests rumbling. He never finished thinking. Her ex-husband always meddles in her personal affairs.

"Home home, Mel?" Ask the Father arrived until Melati was surprised. Seen there, you came out of the room.

"Already, sir." Melati replied while unraveling her rumbling then she stepped towards the guest chair.

"Don't you stop by?" Ask the Father who also sat in front of Melati.

"It was night, not good" he said." Answer Melati.

"Hm, yes, I'm asking you."

"Ask what, sir?" Ask Melati curiously.

"So, Siti said she said she was horrified there were women who ngaku ngaku invited to meet Jaka." Melati further scrunched her forehead.

"Where did the situs come from, sir?" Asked Melati whose heart was getting furious hearing a question from her father.

"From the salon or from where it was, as you remember the hell from the salon. You want to ask directly even Jaka did not stop by." Answer Father. His old eyes stared fixedly at the princess who looked riled.

"What I love about Jaka is a lot, sir. I was just horrified by the woman who did not I want to meet Jaka time in the market. Do you doubt Jaka?" Search Melati.

"Father doesn't doubt Jaka, just father of your mind." Answer Father. His eyes stare at his daughter who seems to be holding back emotions.

"Mr don't think too much of me, sir. I can take care of myself. About Jaka, let me ask you later. Now I'm going to go to the room first, sir. Tired." Said Melati and the father just nodded without a sound.

Melati went to her room. Once in the room, he fell silent again and shed his body on the floor leaning against the door.

He picked up the phone in his bag then headed for the gallery menu. He saw a photo of his relationship with his lover. His smile was a little.

"Will your good looks always be a problem, Jak?" Mumbles Jasmine.

In a different room, in a different house. Jaka immediately laid his body on the foam mattress. Tired and happy really settled in his heart even though he was not willing to go when he saw the face of his lover pouting.

He also misses doing beautiful things with Melati, but he realizes there is a good name he has to take care of. Jaka also does not want their parents to be suspicious, however their relationship is not official so inevitably Jaka must be able to hold back.

Jaka took his phone and headed to the gallery menu. In the face of a photo of himself with his lover. His smile was on its back as those eyes stared at the face of Melati who posed cute.

"I miss the same thing, baby. Are you patient, right? Later if there's a chance I'm resigned, yeah?" Mumbled Jaka while smiling.

And on the same night but in a different room, there was a voice of a young man whimpering quietly while saying the name of a person.

"Risma MBA! Mba! Keep Mba! Yes continue! A little more, Mba! Yes continue! Another bit! Aakhs!"

After removing the screeching screech, the young man immediately grabbed the dirty clothes and wiped the spray that splattered on his stomach cleanly. Once clean he throws a dirty shirt into the bed and he also raises his pants back.

"If this continues, my knees will be porous, Mba, Mba."

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