Holy Marriage
Seeking you
“You're here to talk about our problems, aren't you? So, when did you divorce Anna?”
“I'm here to see Rafa,” said Alan Semabri pointed to Rafa with his chin.
Rafa, who is playing the game, is unaware of Alan's arrival.
“What? A rafa? Why did you find my sister? Do you know him?” Half disappointed, Cintya was also confused.
“Call him here!” tukas lazy Alan approached Rafa even though their distance is not far.
“Alan, don't you want to drink first? Come on, let's chat for a second.” Cintya stroked Alan's arm wrapped in a long shirt. For a long time he had expected Alan, it was futile if he missed a sweet opportunity alone with Alan at a time he thought was right. “I want our dream to get married will be realized soon.”
“We'll talk about this later.” Alan who was confused about the disappearance of Anna, looks lazy to discuss other things. He walked closer to the spacious room where Rafa was lying. The end of his shoes stepped on the padding near Rafa's elbow.
Rafa raised his head when he realized that a shoe was stepping on the rug where he lay, frowning at the sight of the owner of the shoe. He put down the game stick and got up. Iris glanced at Cintya who was pecking near the door.
“Ahahaaaa...” Rafa laughed. “Basic crocodile! You're here to meet my brother? It's my guess, you're a vulnerable and dangerous man. Venereological. I've got a wife who is still finding other women.”
“Rafa, watch your talk!” sternly Cintya who does not like the words of her sister.
“Lo thirsty chick, hm? Or maybe Anna does not give rations to lo?” Rafa stepped out of his body, but stopped when the back of his shirt was stuck. He turned his head and saw Alan's hand holding his back shirt to make it difficult to move.
Plaque! Finally a hard punch landed on Rafa's face. It was so hard that fresh blood was sticking out from the corner of his lips. Alan stepped forward and dealt a punch. Rafa did not have time to fight, Alan's hand movements were so agile and his speed was incredible. Cintya could only cry out hysterically asking that Alan stop hitting.
Rafa's down. Alan on it was ready to raise a fist, but his fist was held in the air. Seeing Rafa's battered face, Alan so not heart.
“Still want a gift from my hand?” asked Alan flatly.
“Already, Alan. enough!” Cintya held onto Alan's arm.
“This is not how much. I could do more than this if I wanted to. The more left, the look you even digelunjak,” said Alan with a flat face. “Don't think I'm the same as lo. I'm here to..” Alan's words stopped, he wanted to ask where Anna was, but if the question was thrown, Rafa would definitely have the upper hand. And the little boy would laugh thinking Anna was with him, maybe even assuming Alan was not a husband to the point that even his own wife, he did not know. Maybe Rafa will say that Alan doesn't deserve to be Anna's husband.
“What? Want what? Speaking of? There is no Law that prohibits people from talking.” Rafa still dared to challenge. It looks like he hasn't been caught yet.
Without asking, Alan now believes Anna is not in the house. If only Anna had been there, Rafa would have laughed triumphantly because Anna was with him. Ah, why is Alan thinking so badly of Anna? Even at this crucial moment, he still had time to think that Anna was meeting Rafa.
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