Lover (Brain) Halal
The coming of Ammah

"What the hell, Mas? I told you to take out the trash again. I miss you," dira slurried with a bated smile. However, his smile turned tense upon seeing Alza's sinister expression. The man was no longer wearing clothes.

"Trait this! My clothes got your rotten food. Now wash it!" tell Alza while pointing at the clothes located on the floor.

"Yes, yes" said Dira according to. He picked up the shirt, then took it to the back.

Alza hissing. Now he was too late for lunch with Claudia. That woman will be angry. Alza immediately entered the room and picked up the shirt shirt with the origin. He wore in a hurry to not pay attention to buttons that did not fit each hole.

When she opened the door, Alza was shocked to see Ammah Nurul standing with a handbag. The half-century-old woman smiled amusedly at Alza's expression.

"Why surprised? Ammah wants a surprise. Uh ... What are you guys? What's your shirt?"

"What?" Alza saw his shirt. "Astagfirefull!" He turned around, confirming the shirt buttons.

"Where's thought?" Ammah immediately snatched in. He watches the house. Simple, but elegant. That's what's on his mind.

"Mah!" That shout made Nurul jump. He held his chest, his heart almost dislodged hearing Dira's voice running from behind.

They embrace warmly, letting go of longing. While Alza stood up with a frown, failing his plan to eat outside.

"Mas not being a pigi?" ask Dira after breaking off the hug. The man nodded weakly.

"Where'd you go?" Nurul. He put down his green handbag, then approached Alza. Nurul raised his eyebrows, while Alza mendehem.

"To the temen house, Mah. There's an event" Alza replied nervously.

"Owh, yeah. Sono pieri!" Nurul turned around to sit on the sofa.

Alza flinched, smiling gleefully. However, the moment he stepped outside Nurul's voice stopped.

"Don't expect the door to open. Ammah will lock you out, sleep outside!"

Whahuh? Alza turned around, approaching Nurul. "I mean ammah?"

Nurul's up-turning waist. "Have brains, right? Think on!" He sat down again. "That's why it came and it was left. Not polite!"

Dira giggled at the behavior of the ammah. He was carrying a tray containing two glasses of strawberry syrup. "Drink first, Mah. Not tired of grumbling."

"Yes, tired. But for your good, strong ammah." Nurul grabbed a glass of syrup and finished it. While Alza was still standing at his original place, silent silence.

"Mas, drink first!" Dira approached her husband. He invited the man to sit next to Nurul. However, Alza just shook her head. He stepped into the room. There he grumbled in annoyance. Replace the shirt worn with a black T-shirt and then go back outside.

***

Tonight Alza's misfortune continues. He was not allowed to hold a device by Nurul. He was like a fool who just complied. Both women are always chatting.

Alza's mind went to Claudia. How's that woman? How many times has he called? Must often? Just calling the hell is good, what if Claudia comes home? Astagfirullah, and Ammah? Could serious.

Alza tapped her chin. He had to do something before anything happened. However, when he got up there was a knock at the front door. Alza trembled, her gaze fixed on Dira. As if hoping that woman understands that she's in an insecure zone.

Dira grazed a few times after getting Alza's gaze. Definitely Claudia! That's what's on his mind. What if Claudia makes a move? Ammah could be angry later.

"That must be Claudia, how is it, dong?" Alza whispered to Dira.

Dira shrugged his shoulders. "Where I was, I was wrong to come here. I know there is Ammah!" He spoke slowly, but with great pressure.

***

"So, are you Dira's foster brother?" Nurul begins to interrogate Jovan.

"Yes, Auntie," replied Jovan kindly.

"Eh, don't call aunty. Call me ammah, better. Partially if you're Dira's foster brother means you're also my ponaan." Nurul looked at Jovan. I don't know, like a stranger to that face.

"This is the drink, Bang," said Dira, offering a glass of syrup. Jovan nodded with a small smile.

Somewhat far away from them, Alza stood up with an annoyed look on her face. He was like a bodyguard who was guarding his master when he owned the house.

"Mas, what's there? Sit here, stories!" invite Dira to wave her hand.

Basic imaging! Alza grumbled in his heart. He is annoyed at Jovan who is looking for face in front of Nurul. Alza should be closer to Ammah. Lah, now Jovan also followed Nurul with the name Ammah.

"Here you!" Nurul let Alza come closer. With a heavy heart the man walked closer. He was sitting next to Jovan, and next to Jovan was Dira. Shitty right? Who has whose wife decides who.

"You should be like this Jovan boy. Dah good, friendly, likes durian cake also Dira. So, it's not hard to do." Nurul begins to heat up Alza. He knew from Adi Mahendra that Alza did not love Dira. More precisely not yet. Nurul knew that as time went on the taste would grow and get bigger between them. Now he needs bait to provoke Alza's emotions. Joan!

"What ammah means? Should I marry Jovan? Yeah, marry me there!" Alza. His chest was up and down because of emotion.

"That's just the opinion of Amma. Not necessarily Jovan and Dira would. Your emotions need to be in control too. Don't be like a hungry tiger. You're married, not single anymore. What you should think about is your wife and your future. Don't you know, anyway?" nurul's namel is long. His breath was hunting, carried away.

"Udah, Mah. Why gini emotions, anyway. Ammah came here because he was the same Dira, right? Yeah, it's the same Dira aja, don't bring Mas Alza." Intentions want to break, but what is their power to misunderstand.

"Oh, yeah. Buy your husband, there!"

"Oh, there's no Jovan, so I can't be carried around, is that it? You filthy wife!"

Dira gaping. Now what else? Ammah and her husband were both hard. Maybe someone wants to lose. "Not that, Mah-Mas."

"Then what!?" they said in unison.

Dira patted his forehead, confused as to what to say.

Jovan, who had been silent, finally made a sound, "That Dira is you-"

"Not interfere!" The two again exclaimed compact to make Jovan immediately silent.

"Yes, it's gini, deh. I don't trust anyone. Not ammah or mas. Say it, Dira didn't hear anything. Then you guys continue the debate. It's finished!" Dira rises to rise. However, with ligat also Alza held back. He pulled the woman's hand gently.

"Sorry."