Childhood Love Story's
Ambyar to the bone

Rangga really did not come down from his room since seeing the photos of Lenox's posts. He even missed his breakfast and lunch.

While downstairs, Rangga's friends prepare to return to Jakarta after lunch.

Vera looked at Hana who since morning was seen silencing Adnan.

" Why is he?" Ask Vera to Adnan.

" Sshhhhh, sulking Ver..." Answer Adnan sesedu. She had to sleep on the couch without a blanket. Plus must see Hana who sleeps comfortably without her.

"Hana was rarely angry, once angry at the terrible Ver..." Adnan said again as his eyes continued to follow the movements of Hana who was collecting their suitcases and bags in the middle room.

" So much girl" Sambar Vera.

" Idih!!, that's not flirty. Just help Brian pdkt a brother..." Adnan Sahut.

" The girl is an intern, will be training on Brian's team. He's his son rame and ceplas-ceplos, brother thinks it would be appropriate for a cool and calm Brian.." Adnan.

" If for brothery, why brother who pdkt?, Don't-don't brothers who really want to find a stepmother for Rasya!!!" Sambar Hana's.

Adnan immediately turned to look at the voice of Hana who was behind him.

" My dear..., not that.oh dear brother!!" Adnan reached out his hand wanting to touch his little wife, but Hana continued to refuse.

" Keep.., why so happy until laughter so yesterday. Hana's heart crumbled to see you know??" Hana said with a deep jealous tone.

" My dear.heard..it, because---"

" Because the girl is beautiful Han, her body is super bohay, her posture is cool, tall and slim white, and the police are sturdy and sturdy. Well, Adnan likes it like it, strong all night..." Sambar Marvel's.

Hana glared at Marvel's words. All the criteria that Marvel spoke of were clearly not on him.

He was short, used to be direct but obviously now his body is more contained since marriage, he is white emang yes, but sturdy and sturdy clearly not. If beautiful??, Hana leads to sweet and cute anyway...

Tests..

Tests..

Hana's tears did not feel without her realizing it.

" My dear..., no!, not so dear!!" Adnan approached his wife. But Hana looked at him with disappointment, and immediately ran to the room.

Adnan looked directly at Marvel with a fiercely hostile gaze.

" Marveeeeeel, I chopped lo!!! Look at it later!!" Adnan shouted with his index finger pointed at Marvel's face and immediately ran after Hana.

While Marvel and some of the men in the family room laughed at seeing Adnan who was so cute to Hana.

" Today Adnan and Rangga really become the months of his wives ha.ha.ha.." Marvel laughed, but the laughter changed as Dian's gaze fell on her in anger.

" w.wife? Wh why? What's up?" Marvel asked stuttering when she found Dian holding her phone furiously.

" Why are there so many photos of women in your phone gallery hubby!!!" Said Dian coldly.

" Waduh.., run yok Vin. There will be a lot of war today. Turns out the list of participants who became the months of the wife increased again..." Gama pulls Vino and Rayya's arm, while Rayya pulls Chandra's arm out of it.

***

It's 17:00 in the afternoon. Rangga continued to stare at the end of the street in front of Al Ghifari's grandfather's house. Beside him were 2 suitcases that had been prepared for his honeymoon to Paris.

This day is used for fitness, trying to get rid of anxiety and overthinking it.

He really missed Ara to the point of feeling goosebumps all the way to her bone marrow.

My grandfather reminded me of the honeymoon. And finally papa and the others proposed as soon as possible, considering that Ara had entered the seventh semester.

It was only two weeks, as Ara also had to pursue her script.

" Why doesn't the clock come home yet!!" Umpatnya. His face looks chaotic from earlier, especially now that the atmosphere of the sky is getting darker because of the flat cloudy enveloping the area around the grandfather's house.

" The area towards the palace to Malioboro is raining heavily bro, there was a fallen tree earlier" explained Ardi who just came a while ago.

" Huffft..." Rangga breathed his breath heavily.

Grandpa's house was again deserted, because only mama papa, Ardi, Azura and Bianca and Rangga and Ara were also left early in the morning.

Bresss..

Finally it rained very hard. As hard as the anxiety that attacked Rangga's heart at this time.

His wife was out there with a man who loved him so much, plus it was raining like this.

" Athaghfirullah.., can really die standing me!!!" D*sah Rangga many times.

" Sit here bro!!, calm down..." Ardi.

" Lo can be calm.., you don't fret anyway!!"

" Who said?, I'm more than lo!!. Do you know what it's like to know that your fiancee was made a fake wife by another man?" Said Ardi by squeezing his nape furiously.

" sthat mean??"

" Today I couldn't come here because I had to fuss first, Azura's male friend, asked her to be his fake wife so as not to be forced into marriage by her parents... Crazy is not it!!!" Ardi.

" Nah because Azura this person buaiikk so much so that he can not refuse. And don't think about my feelings at all.."

" You know I can't be angry with him, so what do you think...?"

Rangga.

" It's a problem I'm just heavy like this Di, sorry Di!, I will not be able to think about your problems as well.., my current fate is out there I just do not know..." Answer Rangga increasingly ngenes..

While papa Syakieb and mama Neela who undo their footsteps since earlier closed their mouths so as not to break laughing.

They are amused to listen to the cringe between two men who are upset thinking about their respective partners.

" This is the day that...ok feel gloomy right...?"

" It's actually Monday, but it can be called a national day... Adnan, Marvel, Rangga and Ardi all seem to be in the middle of a bundle called Ambyar to the bone..." Papa said with a slight lift up the tip of his lips.

" The distress is brought as a form of exam dear.., everyone who is tested and successfully passed it will go up the class dear.... Well, let them learn from this, to head for a tough future. We as parents can only monitor, there is no need to interfere too deeply. Rest assured.they must have a way out for their own problems..."

" Assalamu'alaikum...."

Ara's voice from the front door shocked everyone in the living room, especially Rangga.

" Dear..." Rangga immediately ran towards the door where Ara was. But his feet immediately stopped stepping when he saw Ara who was soaked and wrapped by Lenox's jacket.

Ara looked shivering in the cold. Lenox stood behind him.

" I'm turning your wife whole, but sorry with circumstances like this. On the road there was a tree down so we decided to take the bike. Not having a heavy rain. Sorry...." Lenox said at length.

" Come on in..." Rangga grabbed Ara's hand and led her into the room, regardless of what Lenox said.

Because it was before Maghrib then Lenox decided immediately to pay to papa and mama Ara to retreat.

In room.

" Open the shirt, baby..." Said Rangga cold and firm. His face was stiff unfriendly, making Ara afraid to look at him.

First it was too late to go home, both clothes were wet, and clearly Ara's body shape. Ara was obviously scared and obeyed Rangga's orders without refuting.

She opened her Lenox jacket, then her hijab and dress. All that remains is in it.

" Su.already.." Said Ara while continuing to bow down.

" Where were you?" Ask Rangga by researching every inch of his wife's body, is there a trace of Lenox there.

" Into.ke..Vi-" Ara was frightened as Rangga continued to flip his body as if looking for something on his body.

" Vila?, where are you saying?" Rangga raised his voice.

" Cafes..."

" Hair lift "Rangga's Command.

Ara raised her hair high.

" You ain't no fuckin' asshole, are you?" Tanya Rangga was full of emphasis.

" So you don't believe me. Bi...?" Ara asked sadly when she realized that Rangga was looking for traces of Lenox on her.

" I believe you, baby.., but not that son of a bitch!!"

" O Lord Bi..., you're it---- emmmppppp"

Rangga grabbed the lips he missed from morning.

" I miss you.., I'm like a crazy person as long as there's no you baby.emmppppp" Rangga whispered in between his fondness.

" Lili would take a bath Bi..gerah...."

" In addition to the sultry, then stay in the bath..yuk..." Bisik Rangga naughty.

Oh my God, brother Rangga...

You are really..

...***...

Natasya and Denis are currently in one of the rooms at Al Ghifari's grandfather's house. They are busy tidying up Denis clothes and items to return to Jakarta at dawn.

" So how's brother? You agree with Father's terms?"

Natasya blinked her flirtatious eyes full of mystery. A slice of cake made by mama Neela was in her hand.

Denis broke out in a cold sweat as he recalled the terms Natasya had given him before his departure back to Australia.

First, Denis must love spicy cuisine, precisely all types of Javanese sambal. Second, when the return of the homo to Indonesia means Denis must also be proficient in fine Javanese. The third, Denis had to take care of hundreds of horses owned by the Natasya family in Sumbawa for 1 month. From feeding, bathing, to cleaning up his feces.

" Yahhh, how else.... Do I have any other choice? "

" If I don't agree to fear you cry later, you'll die with me..." Denis is confident.

" OMG! What a pede!!, who's crying..??"

" You are the devil...." Denis said by pressing his word unfortunately.

" Shayang???, that's why he called her.."

" It's Natasya dear..." Denis raised his eyebrows flirtatious.

" Okay, if that's what Nath called Syadis' sister, huh..?"

" Sadist???, serem..." Denis said with a small laugh. And snatched Natasya's cheek to pinch her.

" Dear of Denis.hi... Want some cake?, aaaa..open your mouth..."

Denis was glued to see the girl who always came in this dream. Now so close, it feels really comfortable in him. The adorable cab girl.

" It's good.., will you?" Natasya again when she did not find Denis reaction.

" Want....." Denis whispered softly without blinking looking at Natasya. Denis quickly grabbed the plate and spoon in Natasha's hand and placed it on the mattress. And looked back at Natasya intensely.

Slowly Denis clasped Natasha's hands together.

" It seems sweet..." His whisper was slow, with his eyes constantly staring at the lips of Natasya who was scorned with cake.

" Can Denis try?"

" Try it..." Natasya moved her chin pointing at the cake she was on.

But Denis's face was getting closer to his face, making Natasha hold her breath suddenly.

Denis's face was getting closer and closer, even Denis breathing now hit Natasya's face.