Lover (Brain) Halal
Alza Jealous

"Eh, Mas, please sit down," said Dira politely.

"Thank you. Oh yeah, my name is Jovan. What's your name?" The man extended a hand.

Dira turned to the right - left, no one noticed. He held both hands together in front of his chest. "Sorry, Mas. We are not muhrim, so we cannot shake hands. My name is Dira, wife of Alza mas," he explained.

Jovan nodded and pulled his hand back. He then sat down on the chair that had been prepared. He watched Dira carefully, what a woman of his dreams. It's a shame that this woman is married. If he had first met Dira maybe their story was different again.

Dira intends to leave, but a hand pulls him to a seat next to Jovan. Dira thrashing - trying to get up. However, with all his might Jovan held back.

"Mas, there will be no slander!" firmly Dira.

"Ok ok, I'll take it off, but don't go! Sit down for a minute, we're telling you." Jovan stared expectantly.

Dira also softened, he relented sitting on the chair a little far away. But Jovan was still approaching. Dira finally chose silence.

"How much are you?"

"Twenty years," replied Dira briefly. He's not comfortable now.

"Still young. What if you call me brother, then I call you adek. How, you agree?" Jovan gave me advice. He raised - lowered both eyebrows.

Nice too. Not in vain - he went to college four years at Harvard. What does this have to do try? I don't know, even though he's been single for a long time. It turned out that his seductive soul was still clinging to it. Same wife people again.

"Yes, ok. So, we're brothers, huh? Thank God I have a brother!" exclaim Dira jubilant. He had long wanted to have a foster brother, but nothing was fitting yet. This is why he wanted Jovan to be his foster brother.

Jovan smiled knot. Actually, he meant that he was not a foster brother, but let Dira be happy with him alone was grateful.

"Excuse me!" A man arrived - arriving among them. "Darling, please get me a drink, dong. Thirsty, this is."

Dira nodded and got up. Then Alza sat in the chair that his wife had occupied. Jovan turned his gaze while shifting his seat - away from Alza.

"Don't bother my wife!" alza Strictly.

Jovan. "I just don't talk. Can't you?" He raises the eyebrows.

Alza smiled cynically. He can capture the aura of Jovan's face. He knew his friend was interested in Dira. He should be happy, it could be a reason to split up, but somehow he doesn't like to see Dira close to other men.

"Of course not! Because-"

"Mas, this is the drink." Dira puts a glass of syrup on Alza. The man accepted with a glaring smile, mocking Jovan.

"Kok Alza doang, where am I?" Jovan won't lose.

"Attent, Bang. Let Dira take it again." Dira passed leaving them both. Alza who was about to sip a drink stopped. A sharp gaze was directed at Jovan, while the one seen was only grinning.

"Why? It's so scary the stove cake exploded" joked Jovan as he chuckled.

"You!" Alza squeezed out her glass, she was about to plunge. However, Dira's voice stopped him.

"What are you doing, Mas?" Dira puts a glass of syrup on Jovan. The man smiled victoriously then grabbed the glass that Dira was thrusting.

"Samely, Bang," said Dira returning a smile.

Alza got up, put the empty glass with the origin on the table. He went to the back, maybe the bathroom. Dira frowned, confused to see Alza's behavior. However, Jovan invites a chat to make him not remember too much Alza. They tell me about favorite foods, hobbies and some of them. Sometimes they laugh happily. There are many similarities between them.

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Alza rubbed a frustrated face. He washes his face harshly. Very upset with what just happened. Why else would he act so strangely like that.

"Bad!" He hit the sink firmly, but then grimaced. Her hands are red.

"Why, anyway?" She pulled her hair long. "Well, am I jealous of that woman? Kan, not funny! But ... Why I don't like seeing them together. What else is Jovan's gaze .... " Alza clenched her hands. "Don't let him really like my wife!"

Heh, Alza shut up herself. He just hurt his wife Dira? Huh huh? Is it that easy to feel? Nah! No way! He shook his head, in his heart was still Claudia and remained Claudia, but why now?

"Mas ... Your friends already want to go home, you know." Alza jerks. He knew it was Dira's voice. He reflected again, smoothed out his appearance.

Alza went outside with a flat face. At first glance he looked at Dira who was looking at him kindly.

Alza just passed by, approaching friends who had gathered on the terrace. They grumbled in annoyance when Alza came. It was already midnight, but their return was delayed due to the unseen Alza.

"Where, anyway. It's moss, wait for you. My wife is tired" said Leon with annoyance. His face looks tangled, next to him the wife just kept quiet.

"I'm sorry, I had a stomachache" said Alza reasoned. He put on a face.

"Byeah, lah! Go home, yuk," Lisa asked. They also say goodbye.

"Go home, yes, Dek," Jovan told Dira. Dira smiled warmly.

"When you go home, you go home! Why pay to my bin!" Alza pulled Dira behind him. Friends who saw also exploded laughter. Fiks, Alza's jealous!

"I say goodbye to me, not fun?" Jovan keeps trying to get close to Dira. However, Alza pushed him almost to the brink.

"Go! Just get pissed!" exclaiming Alza pulled Dira's hand in. He closed the door hard. Still heard Jovan's screams from outside who shouted Dira's name.

"Dek Dira, handsome brother go home first. Babay!"

Dira smiled at Jovan's words. However, beside him Alza stared ferociously as if preparing to pounce. Slowly the smile faded, along with Alza who went to the room.

"Mas .. it's just-"

"What's free? Just a call of love or just a feeling of pent-up!?" Alza attacked without looking. He pulled out a pillow and a thin blanket. He was on the couch.

"Now, you clean up all this room. You just slept here. I'm tired, sleepy too!" Alza closed the door. While Dira was gaping, his gaze swept across the entire room. Messy! He was also tired, when would he be able to rest if he had to clean up the place first.

Dira came closer to the door. Curse him slowly. "Mas .. I'm sleepy too. I have to clean this place up first. Later I can faint, Mas," said Dira with a clear tone.

"Bodo very!" There was the sound of Alza's squealing from within. Dira swung his lips. He glanced at her clothes as well as not being changed. How'this? He clucked, his eyes glazed. Prepare to release the liquid. However, the creaking of the door made him instantly wipe both corners of the eye.

"Come in! Make it ready tomorrow!"