Lover (Brain) Halal
Shitty

"I don't dare, Non" said a man in a security guard uniform.

"Basic bego! I just told you to get some paper out of there." Claudia pointed to the room that was almost opened. "If it fails, your wife and children will not survive!"

"Eh, no! I will do what I do not command" the man said.

Claudia thrust the key. "Review if it fails!" He looked in all directions. When he felt safe, he left.

"How's this? If Mr. Alza finds out, I'll lose my job. If I don't do it, my family's in danger." He is Mr. Sukri, a security guard who is assigned to guard the important file room of the company that has now trapped Claudia game.

"No! I can't hesitate, for the sake of my son, and my wife." Mr. Sukri circulated the view. After feeling safe he began to open the door with a trembling hand.

Mr. Sukri walked cautiously towards a closet. A lot of files that make it must be selective looking. His face changed when he saw a blue map. Quickly removed and opened. Right, that's what I'm looking for.

Without wasting time, Mr. Sukri kept the map in his shirt. However, he gasped when he realized there was CCTV lurking. He panicked, trying to figure out a way not to get caught. Ah, ruined the camera! That's what's on Mr. Sukri's mind.

He's looking for something to use, he's circling the whole room. All that was found was a sapu ijuk. As he was about to hit the camera, a heavy voice called out his name. Mr. Sukri turned the broom to the corner of the wall of the room.

"Well, Mr. Sukri, very diligent," praised Mr. Lon, the gate guard. I don't know why I came there. Pak Sukri's Nasip is not good.

"Eheh, no, sir, just a coincidence," said Mr. Sukri while returning the broom to its original place, "where are you going?"

Mr. Lon patted the forehead softly."Oh, yes, I want to go to Mr. Alza's room to take his bag that was left behind.

"Where's Mr Alza going?" asked Mr. Sukri, he sighed.

"Lunch is as beautiful as that cute lunch. First, yes." Mr. Lon breezed away, leaving Mr. Sukri who was giving a rough breath.

***

"Where to eat?" Alza asked without looking. He focused on tinkering with his phone.

Dira who felt asked only looked up without intending to answer. She's pissed. There was a husband beside her, but it was as if he was alone. It should have been after the introduction he went straight home. Free, it's like a display.

"Hey, how come you're not upset, anyway?" Again Alza said with a look at the phone.

"Darling, why?" Because it did not get the authorization, finally Alza looked up. Insert the phone into the pocket of the worn tissue pants.

"You talking to me?" Dira raises the eyebrows.

Alza frowned. "If not for you, who is it?"

"You are the same hape!" he then got into the car after seeing Mr. Lon running over.

After receiving her bag, Alza got into the car. He glanced at Dira who was staring outside the side glass. The man wearing the black suit smiled amusedly, his wife jealous of the cell phone. Yeah, nevermind. Back again later too. He started the car, then drove to the designated restaurant.

While Dira nagged in the heart. She condemned the insensitive nature of her husband. "Mas ...," he called slowly.

Alza mendehem's. He was still focused on driving. Dira glanced at him, then bled his lips. Adorable. "It's not very delicate." He twisted the body 180 ° to his back to Alza.

Alza gave a lip, holding back from laughing. The spoiled nature of the wife is already visible. True said Ammah, the woman next to him was so adorable.

In front of a simple restaurant, Alza parked the car.She came out without waiting for Dira. That certainly makes Dira more upset. The woman was crouching, sulking. He wouldn't have come out if he hadn't been picked up.

At the same time, Alza saw the door. He was aghast as he looked at Dira who was staring intently. He took off his college friend's embrace, then rushed after Dira. "I'm raging, nih!"

"Darling! Horror, it's not what you think." Alza grabbed Dira's hand.

"Yes." Yeah." Dira took off her husband's hand, then got into the car. There she covered her face with her palms, sobbing.

Alza came in, covered all the glass. "Darling, how crying? It's really not what you think it is. That was ... my old college friend. What's his name, friend. I don't mean weird. Muk!" Alza held up her index finger and hand to form the letter v.

"What's up," replied Dira briefly. He turned his eyes to the side.

"Look at me!" alza's word, he twisted Dira's body. They're facing each other.

"Gear my eyes!" Alza caught both of his wife's cheeks. The woman lowered her gaze. Alza doesn't stay still, she's picking Dira's nose.

"What, anyway!?" Dira glared sharply, as if about to pounce.

"You're adorable when you're jealous. I like it" Alza said, winking one eye.

"Astagfirullah, Ma. No release?" Dira thrashed, releasing the hand that was in Alza's grasp.

Alza shook her head, she pulled Dira's hand to her chest. Dira's chest rumbled as his hand felt an unusual beat there. They both close their eyes, and say, "I love you."

The bumps on the windshield of the car made them flinch. Dira immediately pulled a hand. Alza clucked in annoyance, then opened the glass. Now the security guard asked them to move the car because there was a big car about to enter.

"No need to move, we already want to go home," said Alza rather cynically. He could not accept their romantic moments being disturbed. Without caring for the nagging security guard, Alza drove the car away from the restaurant yard.

"You're jealous, right?" The question just popped out. Dira glanced at a glance, then took the phone from his small bag.

"God! Even be cut."

There is no reason at all to upset Alza. His hand nimbly grabbed the wife's phone, then threw it backwards.

" Alza, what the hell?"

"What's? The alza? Oh, that's it now. Not polite with husband. Remember, yes I'm five years older than you!" Alza accelerated the speed of the car, until it almost hit the trash can.

Dira panicked, hitting her husband's arm. "Mas Alza! You're crazy, aren't you?"

"I'm crazy because of you! You're driving me crazy, Dira! It's crazy!" Alza hit the steur hard. Dira closed his eyes, afraid.

"I love you, very much. But ... You don't even care."

Slowly Dira opened her eyes, astonished. Not that he was jealous, he should be angry. Why did Alza go berserk? It's been jealous, lunch's not going, and now it's getting angry. Sucks.

Love is so, it always has its own way of changing feelings. Whether it's from crying to laughter or vice versa.

"What does that mean? You, you know I loved you long before you loved me." Dira looked at her husband who was still driving.

"Ok, I'm asking to remove all men's numbers from your contacts!" alza without looking.

"Your number too? You're a man too."