Trapping the Mate

MJ - Don't Make Me Jealous

Arya enters her apartment in a limp. The steps are heavy, slow and half in drag. No, not because the man was drunk or unwell but on his shoulders bore the burden of an unconscious adult male. Galendra fainted from being too drunk.

Arya throws Galendra's body into the bed and then with the remnants of his energy raises both legs of Galendra who is still hanging.

Heh. Arya ruffled her waist while grumbling. "Doctor what a hangover."

Arya still manages to catch her breath because of the energy she spends to get Galendra from the basement to the eighth floor, where her apartment unit is located.

Arya came out after making sure Galendra was sleeping comfortably. In the middle room that was fused with the kitchen was Arya staring around. This apartment unit, filled with sophisticated items that have never even been produced. The vacum robot that can fly up to the end of the curtain and the corner of the ceiling is the most surprising when Galendra took it a year ago.

Arya sighed before going inside her own room. He used to think Galendra was very lucky. Can go to the future, knowing first anything that is not known to others. Having first all the things that no one else has. Fun, right?

Even the fashion company he founded can be as successful as it is now for a lot of information provided by Galendra.

Clothing models that will trend next year. The fragrance of the perfume is attracting a lot of attention next year. Material innovation of shoe bags and others. Even marketing strategies that can in an instant make sales booming. All Arya got for free from Galendra.

But now look at that man. Almost crazy and depressed because first know about the facts that will occur in the next few years. All the luck of Galendra that had made Arya jealous, as if turned into a curse in an instant.

Arya sighed again somehow to how many times. He could not help anything, could only be a listener for Galendra's complaints.

**

Galendra took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. So it keeps repeating. He even pulled both corners of his lips several times, making sure his face was not stiff. After feeling enough, Galendra approached the girl who had been sitting in the waiting room. The girl who had been in the past few months, filled his mind.

"Hi.. Is there a consultation schedule?" Galendra took a seat next to Giselle.

Giselle blinked, then nodded. He squeezed both hands because he realized several pairs of eyes glanced at him. I don't know since when Giselle feels uncomfortable if it attracts the attention of others.

Galendra looked to the other side of Giselle, raising her chin towards the sizable totebag there. "What's eagle?"

"Ah, this is Kak Cle's cooking." Giselle grabbed the totebag and put it on her lap. "Make Sister Gale, Doctor Maria, the same Doctor Dion."

The smile that Galendra had been forcing all along, instantly faded. His chest rumbled and heated up.

Doctor Maria is the psychiatrist who has been treating Giselle. It's not strange if Giselle brings lunch to Doctor Maria, considering they interacted intensely the past eight months. Even Giselle consulted independently after the consultation rations given by the hospital after her hospitalization used to run out.

But Dion? Isn't it an exaggeration to bring lunch to the man?

Slowly, Galendra fixed her facial features. She did not want Giselle to realize the anger in her heart.

"Ck. Dion can too." he said slowly put on a disappointed look.

"This..Brother Cle told you. The cook is also Cle, really. Don't get me wrong, um, I don't mean to say that Gale's jealous, just-"

"But I'm jealous." Galendra locked Giselle's gaze up close, their faces only a few centimeters away.

Giselle was speechless, as if hypnotized by Galendra's deep gaze.

Without any encouragement from where, Giselle nodded instead. Hey, does he understand the meaning of the nod of his head? Agreeing not to make Galendra jealous, who was Galendra to him?

The face-to-face scene was interrupted by the voice of someone calling out the name Giselle as it turned into Doctor Maria's practice room.

Giselle cleared her throat trying to overcome her awkwardness. "Sister Gale loved this to Doctor Dion. I go in first." he said in a hurry while removing two boxes from the totebag, Dr. Maria's ration.

**

"Try the phone don't be silent!" Galendra, who had just entered Dion's study, was immediately greeted by the shrill voice and the sharp gaze of the owner of the room.

Galendra scrunched his forehead but did not answer. He continued to step up to take a sitting position on the sofa and put a totebag containing boxes of lunch that had been carried by Giselle.

"I haven't been picked up, searched in no room." Dion is still grumbling.

"What's the problem?"

"The land that you bought from Sapta, there is something you want to buy. I told you that the land is not for sale. But it's the maksa."

"Cuekin's aka."

Dion grunting. "If it could be finished just by being on the cakekin." He glanced at his sister-in-law's annoyance.

"The problem is ngaco people. All the charges go to court."

This time Galendra could not be careless, he straightened his shoulders and looked at Dion seriously. "We checked really, right? Secure papers? Yes our Sapta nipu time."

"Safe legality. I said, it's a ngaco guy. Said we were playing behind the government or something." Dion massaged his twitching forehead. "The info is land including the toll road project that will start next year."

Galendra snorted, then leaned back on the back of the sofa. "Totally nyusahin. Let it be, as long as our legality is safe."

In Galendra's heart, he sneered at the information Dion had just obtained. I don't know where the people got the wrong information, because Galendra had seen for himself the land was not included in the toll road project. Galendra bought it for investment, building housing a few more years because the toll gate will be located not far from there.

Dion massaged the back of his neck. He did not not not understand that their position was not guilty, but certainly troublesome must serve the lawsuit process that certainly will not be for a moment. It had been reflected in his head, such exhausting moments.

Galendra took out one by one the lunchboxes he was carrying. "Eat first, Giselle brought you."

"Wow a lot of real. Any of my rations?"

Galendra clenched his hand. "Cleo who cooks and who tells you to take it, don't geeer!" said slowly.

Dion frowning. There's no jealousy there. Galendra's voice sounds more like... restraining anger??

Dion shook his head, putting aside the absurd things that had just bothered him.

**