Lover (Brain) Halal
Durians

This morning Dira woke up faster considering the state of the house that has not been settled. He gently pulled the blanket over, fearing to disturb Alza who was still asleep. However, as she shifted her legs down, Alza's hands coiled around her stomach. That made Dira hold her breath.

Slowly the heavy hand was slid. However, his movements even made Alza wake up. He looked at Dira and himself then immediately sat down pulling the blanket to cover his body.

"You! What in my room!" Alza's voice echoed in the room.

"What's? Kan you invited last night," replied Dira while allowing hijab.

"W-what? I took it? No way, I'm still loyal to Claudia" said Alza.

"Mas ..your wife is I'm not Colodia!" Dira got up by shaking his feet and then went outside.

Alza was silent for a moment then muttered, "Colodia who tried? Heh, he's insulting Claudia's name, yes. Uh, why am I so stupid, anyway? Whoa!"

Today is Saturday, Alza automatically does not go to the office. Dira has prepared breakfast fried rice mixed with anchovies. Alza enjoyed the food. Dira smiled with satisfaction.

The new clock points to 10:30, but all the homework is done. Shower time. While humming a little Dira was about to take the toiletries. However, his steps came to a halt upon hearing the knock of the door?

Wh who? Dira asked - asked in my heart. He chose to peek from the small hole in the door knob. Ah, it's Colodia! Dira glared, he should be able to drive away the woman before he met Alza, but how? Dira spinning - swivel, until unexpectedly he hit a field chest. He grimaced slightly as he touched his forehead and raised his gaze.

Degh's!

Alza stood right before him with a flat expression. The man snorted then passed by Dira to open the door. Ah, crap! Dira failed this time.

"Darling! Not long, anyway?" Claudia put on a frowning face. His advanced lips added to his thickness. Blood red lipstick that sticks instead of making beautiful even look tacky.

Dira amusedly looked at Claudia's appearance from top to bottom. Really ugly! Such is the voice of Dira's heart, but strangely the husband still likes nempel kayak pedicab on the wall.

"Good morning by noon!" The sound of wet rasp surprised them. The three immediately looked. In the doorway looks Jovan carrying a thick plastic?

Dira sniffed, smelling a fragrant aroma. The next instant he cheered happily, "Abang bring durian!"

"Van! Dump no! It stinks a lot!" Alza shouted while covering her nose. Behind her Claudia also did the same.

"Bau what the hell, Mas. Fragrant gini, make drooling tau!" Counting the number of durians. "There's four! Well, that's enough, isn't it?"

"Enough, Deck. That's it," replied Jovan, "lagian the Alza is not doyan durian."

Dira's view turned to her husband. He turned his eyeballs as he saw Claudia's hand embrace the friendly arm of Alza. Hih, I want it to feel like he bit the woman's hand.

"This one first, Bang!" Dira exclaimed happily choosing the largest durian to be split.

"Ready, Commander!" reply Jovan terbahak - bahak.

"Darling, we'll go, man. Can't stand the smell of this" Claudia whispered to Alza.

Alza is upset. He also wanted to leave, stay away from that smell. However, if he leaves Jovan more free, dong approaches Dira. That's what Alza thinks.

"Come, Yang!" claudia urged with a small whimper.

"You go first, deh. I'll follow you later" Alza suggested. His gaze could not be separated on the two humans who were engrossed in enjoying the thorn-skinned fruit.

"Ih, that's it, anyway. I'm here to pick you up, tell him to go first." Claudia is getting spoiled. He made more noise and made Jovan look and eat durian again.

"Woy! How dare you touch my wife!" snapped Alza while pushing Jovan to the floor. Alza clenched her hands, preparing to beat Jovan. However, with ligat Dira grabbed her husband's body by hugging from behind. Time seemed to stop, Alza was silent. His heart was pounding, much faster than when he first met Claudia.

"Hhh, what the hell, hugging!" Claudia pulled Dira's arm rough, but Dira shook her head. He even hugged the hug.

"Heh, fucking woman! Let go of my girlfriend!" clasped Claudia emotions.

"Daughter?" Jovan. "So, you guys are dating behind Dira, is that it?"

Hearing that question Dira unraveled a hug. He looked at Jovan and Alza alternately. He wanted to talk, but in the mouth there was still a durian. Darling dumped, there's still sweetness.

"It's none of your business!" Alza pulls Claudia's hand. They're out of the house.

"So, so?" Jovan raised his eyebrows. She smiled sweetly at Dira. That means it still has a chance of seizing the woman.

Dira removes durian seeds from the mouth. "Don't, get it over!" It's as if he didn't see anything. Like the wind then. He is magical.

***

Alza glanced at the watch in her left hand. It had been twenty minutes he was standing in front of the gate after Claudia left. In five minutes Jovan hasn't been a fairy either, forced to expel the man.

"Go home first, yeah. Drug Deck Ira." Jovan's voice rang out from the doorway.

Alza smiled cynically. He put both of his left hands in a bag of jeans. "Do you know when to go home?"

Jovan looked at Alza with a mocking smile. "Of course I know the way home. Go home to my house, and come here too."

"I mean?" Alza took her hand out of the bag. His view changed sharply.

"Your wife is good, but it would be better if she lived with a good person." Jovan smiled, chuckled and then cracked up.

"Bad!" When Alza raised her hand, Jovan ran into her car.

Alza rushed in. He's closing his nose. The smell of durian still filled the entire room. Lagian Dira and Jovan, will split the durian in the middle room. Four pieces of durian ludes in the stomach of both of them. Eh, no! More for Dira for sure.

Dira gasped when Alza came, he was alone. Where is Claudia? Where does Dira care where he is? Yeah, nope. Dira again continues to eat the last durian. One more seed.

"All the engines, hunt!" tell Alza, "be a very greedy girl."

"Eh, Mum. It's not greedy, it's just a hobby!" refute Dira did not accept greedy.

"Oh, the hobby is cooking, sewing, planting flowers and others" Alza replied again.

"Well, it's not a hobby, Mom. It's called a career. If I had a hobby of eating durian and loving Mas Alza. Come on, take out the trash first." Dira breezed away while carrying durian leather that had been placed in the garbage basket.

"She said what the hell, huh?" Alza smiled amusedly. He was just given a fight by his wife. Ah, it's not a flutter, but it's sweet, yeah. Alza. He was already affected by that woman.

As he was about to sit on the sofa, his nose smelled something. In examining the entire surface and fringe of the sofa, there is nothing. Until he ruffled his waist, his hand touched something soft.

"Dira!"