The Story About Us
Jealousy Makes Anu

That afternoon, Shela finished buying the necessities for the catering order. The number of items he brought made him a little troubled but, not Shela his name if such a thing was not overcome. By arranging items with various styles on his motorbike, he was finally able to bring home all his groceries.

When he wants to turn on his bike, he sees someone who is familiar to him. Just silently looked at the movements of the man who was now seen laughing tralala trilili with a woman in front of him.

Ganjen. Request suspension!

Yes, that was the thought that was milling in Shela's mind. Especially when he saw the woman he was talking to started issuing phone calls, he seemed to want to exchange numbers with his interlocutors. The other one is Parto. The man who is still his girlfriend status still looks fun in the middle of the bustle of people who mill around in the parking lot.

Not wanting to linger there for long, Shela decided to leave. He was a fool for what he had just seen. Even so, still bad thoughts enveloped Shela's mind. With the logic still running, he also thought it was impossible that his girlfriend had the intention to cheat on him by choosing the market parking area as a means of his girlfriend's closeness.

Although his nature is a bit silly but, Shela knows Parto is not the type of man garangan.

Weary.. Shela gets home at last. After putting all the items into the kitchen, Shela sat on the terrace. Play your phone and hit Parto's number. A message was sent.

Shela: Where?

That one word was already read by Parto, with a real read sign.

Parto: In your heart. Kangen huh?

Kangen want to nyekik you. In my heart, that is Shela's answer.

Choose not to reply to messages from Parto. Shela went inside the house again, helping her mother arrange the cardboard that would be used for tomorrow's catering wrap.

"Why nduk?" Ask the mother who seems to know the anxiety of her daughter.

Smiling while shaking his head slowly. Shela gave the code that she was nothing.

"Nothing buk,"

"Have you taken a shower? Take a shower, the baby eats. Don't put it off until you're hungry." Mother's orders.

Unwilling to refute her mother, Shela immediately rushed to do what her mother said just now.

Elsewhere, Parto was still waiting for a reply from Shela. Ten minutes no response. Parto chose the nyamperin of her heart to her house.

It only took less than an hour, riding his brother Parto's matic motorbike to arrive at Shela's house. How do you use a beautiful motorcycle where the chicken went? The chicken is not okay. Need special care. So, while the chicken was rested first in the workshop.

"Assynoltomodel.." Parto knocked on Shela's door.

"Waalaikumsalam," Mother opened the door. A smile immediately adorned the face of ayu mother of Shela when she saw Parto visiting.

They chatted in the living room, Parto prefers to sit down and help Shela's mother set up the tables (know? staplesin is so!) cardboard.

"For a while, I'm afraid this is Shela from earlier not out of the room."

"Nuggeth buk."

When mom would stand up from her seat, Shela first went out of the room. Still using mukena. Marks he just finished praying.

Shela's thin smile was aimed at the gawking Parto looking at Shela's appearance. Well-favoured. That one word represents everything.

"So I heard you talking to people, kirain who is it buk, yes I saw first here. He knows he's. bosen." Shela passed away, headed for her room again.

Already used to Shela's talkative style that is jutek, indifferent, and seemed unfriendly, Parto just smiled to see her boyfriend enter the room.

Mom went to the kitchen to make a roll, when Parto chose to sit on a chair. It felt tired of him, his workshop seemed to be a prima donna in his village. Makes himself very busy. With his left hand supporting his head, he closed his eyes.

Returning to the living room, Shela only saw Parto there. Sitting beside the man, knowing that someone had come, Parto opened her eyes immediately.

"Why come here?" Tanya Shela poured warm tea into a cup, and drank it herself.

"Kangen La, I'm sorry lately I rarely find you." Parto changed her sitting position, it looks she is indeed exhausted with her eyes slightly blackened.

"So I saw you at the market. Who was that?" Not wanting to make any small talk, Shela stared intently at Parto. Intended to extract information from his girlfriend.

Smilingly. Finally Parto found out, something disturbed Shela's heart. And now he finds the answer. Shela jealous.

"Where do you see me? If on the side of the road I buy fruit again, it means I'm the same fruit seller. That's the fruit on the table, if you see it in the parking lot, that's when I help out the motorbike mbak-mbak who has difficulty getting out of his own motorbike because of the chaotic parking position. I went there, I mean. I went to the market because there was my friend whose bike could not be switched on earlier. He called me, told me to make it. He just had to change the spark plugs. If you don't believe it, it's the key to the spark plug as well as the screwdriver is still in the seat. Shall I take it?"

Parto's lengthy explanation seems less convincing to Shela. Shela is still in.

"Before going to the market, I want to come here La. Want to meet you. Haven't seen you in almost a week makes me say, my life's like less oxygen." Imbuh Parto's.

"Alah. Yes if you want to come here why also to the market first, want to spread the charm there?" Nyolot her viewers.

"I told you La. Temen I needed help, I thought help you just got here."

"La.. want to eat meatballs? We're out yuk!" Like wanting to change Shela's mood, Parto invites Shela to eat outside.

"No. I've eaten. Eating mulu makes fat!" Still a jutek.

"Although you're fat but you fit in my heart, La," He learned how to fight from where to try?

"So you're cheating on me? You said I was fat?? Go home!!" Emotions again.

"Don't want to. Try to think..the distance from here to my house if I speed up at the earliest one and a half hours until right? Don't you worry if I'm on the road? Because you kicked me out before I finished my longing for you?" Start this guy.

"No. I don't want to think, I want to think!" Shela again sipped tea in her cup.

"This is what I thought of you, here hugged here.From that moment on, "Parto drew Shela's hand to send Shela into his arms. But, what happened.the tea that Shela still holds instead spilled into Parto's pants. Right in the forbidden area.

"Eh. sorry To, sorry.." Shela deftly picked up the tissue on the table and wiped the area unknowingly what was behind something she had washed with the intention of drying Parto's pants from the warm tea she had spilled earlier.

Parto's hand caught Shela's hand,

"In sorryin.but, don't rub it La. I'm okay, but that one over there is why.."

Shela looked at the tea spill earlier, she just realized.