Kemelut Love Deandra
KCD-09 [Fight to be Friends]

The dark night had passed the fine snoring was still heard from under the thick blanket, but the day began to show the light of the sun, but Dea was still reluctant to leave her most comfortable position, not because it was warm, but Dea was still reluctant to leave her comfortable position, not because it was soft nor because it was lazy, the girl who had just removed her crown of pride still felt pain in some parts of her body.

Even tears still look adorn the white face.

The apology that Andra said last night only Dea heard but not the least he replied, the girl who had held the title of woman chose to calm her heart and feelings.

"Darling.." a hoarse voice rang out calling out to him, yes Andra had just finished preparing breakfast for her beloved wife, "Bagun first, we eat," Andra continued to say softly, saying, there was even regret in his chest.

Regretting being rude, regretting that he lost his jealousy, "Baby, sorry in Mas, let's eat first, if Baby does not eat later sick," said Andra who continued to persuade Dea.

Being constantly bullied by her husband, Dea woke up from her sleeping position, with a blank look, the beautiful woman got up from the bed, shaking off the blanket covering her innocent body.

The body like a Spanish guitar was plastered in front of Andra, but no longer the passion to touch what Andra felt when he saw it, but a sense of trite and regret that clumped filled the heart and feelings.

Red signs, also some bruises visible at some point, is that as brutal as Andra did last night?

But to be honest, it felt like nothing, so was the contents in Andra's brain, immediately he caught up with his wife before the bathroom door closed.

"Darling, wait!" stop Dea when she hears her husband's word.

"You angry?" just shaking the head that Dea did, instead of getting angry Dea just felt pain and heaviness at every joint in his body.

"Are you really not angry? Your body is crushed like this." lick Andra by holding both of Dea's shoulders.

Andra's heart crumbles softly indeed he regretted the rudeness of last night, he regretted losing with jealousy.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." The word continues to be spoken with Andra pulling his wife's innocent body into the cleavage of her field, gently hugging Dea's body.

It's like a different person Andra this morning, "I'm fine Mas, let me take a shower first, we'll talk later" Dea said, slowly letting go of the unclaimed embrace.

Andra nodded, she immediately walked out of the water-dominated room.

Intentionally Andra prepared breakfast that morning as a sign of his apology, indeed the CEO of Brista Group was very sorry and felt guilty.

Andra had tidied the dining table, light footsteps were coming closer, turned Andra and he found the wife was beautiful with a white dress that was long above the knee.

"Please sit down," Andra prepared a special chair for Dea to sit down, smiling sweetly at Dea as if she had never been hurt and it made Andra even more sick.

"Thank you" said Dea, then she put a brief kiss on Andra's cheek.

Surprised Andra even fell silent for a moment, as if their love was real, as if their love was like a teenager falling in love at first sight, as if this marriage is a far-away plan that is not an arranged marriage or impromptu.

"Let's eat! This sandwich was so perfect, Mas was good at making it," Dea's soft voice broke Andra's daydream, the handsome CEO immediately put himself in the available chair, to the right of Dea to be exact.

"Baby isn't angry with me?" after tasting one bite of his sandwich Andra opened his voice.

"But, last night..."

"Yes Dea knows, Mas must be angry because Dea is defending other men right?" sela Dea by thrusting the jam sandwich she had just smeared onto her husband's plate.

Andra looked down embarrassed, "Don't we ordinary humans, Sayyidina Ali Bin Abi Talib alone can feel jealous when Sayyidah Fatimah Az Zahra is the most religious woman," looking at the face of the husband.

"Sorry, really last night Mas can not think clearly," said Andra by peeping Dea's forehead. Dea nodded softly by stroking the cheeks of her handsome husband.

While Dea made peace with her husband is different from Gara who is sitting pensive in the cafeteria where young people enjoy the beautiful atmosphere of twilight.

"Hey, alone, where's your girlfriend?" the familiar voice made Gara aware of his daydream.

Gara looked at the source of the voice, "Oh Doctor, which girlfriend?" wry smile Gara show.

"How many girlfriends are you?" without permission the doctor sat down next to Gara.

"No matter how much, even none left," said Gara who then continued by sipping warm coffee that still steaming in the cup.

"You're over with Sister Dea?" a little laugh of ridicule sounded discordant in Gara's ear.

"Yes, and it's all because of the Doctor!" he pointed at the handsome doctor.

"Eh, what is this sign? Is that a green light for me?" inner Dawn with the corners of the lips slightly raised.

"Well because of me? It wasn't you yourself who gave me that choice, and Sister Dea chose to follow me," she said, justifying the clear glasses perched on her nose.

"Doctors know not to bluff? I'm just trying to bluff, uh it turns out I was wrong in giving a choice," languidly told Gara.

"Everything has passed, just get excited, you're handsome, handsome, there are still many other girls out there who would want to be in a relationship with you," the advice made Gara look at his interlocutor.

"Doctor..."

"Fajar, just call me Dawn," Fajar's friendly smile appeared, but no one knew what was behind his friendly face.

"You're young, your future is long, you don't have to chase after a girl who doesn't even care about you" he added.

"Then Dok, uh Kak Fajar," said Gara.

"Together, a breakup does hurt and only we can treat it, no one can treat unless we open our hearts" Fajar said.

The two chatted until the sunset disappeared and the cafeteria lights started to light up.

The green light was on for Dawn, and he immediately planned for the smooth running of his plans for tomorrow, "When they are over, be legitimate if I express my feelings, they are over, so I can freely express my feelings, even we can establish a healthy relationship Sister Dea," Inner Dawn by enjoying a cup of Torabika coffee her order.