My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
A Gift From an Ex

Excel's steps swung across the street, regardless of how hot the sun was on his skin. The deserted streets made the man appear to be casually swaying with both hands hiding behind his pockets. The dark coloured collared t-shirt made his body feel sultry, but again it was not a problem for him.

The house in this complex does not have a gate, the yard is open, allowing residents of the complex to interact with each other. The house with paint that is almost the same as the house is already in sight. Excel expressions since leaving the house can not be read at all. Flat, as always.

The man's hand was stretched out to knock on the door leaf. But it had not touched, the door was wide open. Showing the owner of a house that looks chaotic. His expression was dark as if cloudy gray was overshadowing him.

Ai's eye beads scanned Excel full of hostility, her chest suddenly rumbling, ready to explode. His breathing was hunting, his mind was suddenly dark. Immediately, Ai's hand invaded Excel's jaw with her fist.

Excel staggered to the side, not expecting his lunch menu to be a raw bogem from his wife's ex-lover. Groping his jaws that felt shifting and pained, Excel tried to get back on his feet. But he had not been able to straighten his body, Ai's hand had approached the front of his shirt, grabbed him again, and imbued the pain that was still felt on his cheek with repeated blows.

Excel's right, can't fight Ai's actions on him. Not helpless, but Excel knew he had to let that happen. He had to let Ai spill his anger.

“Wow ...,” Inner Excel. He really did not expect that calm-looking man could act as rude and extreme as this. Excel fixed the jaw that felt out of place, he published a brief but ridiculing smile.

Ai collapses with her knees against the floor, in front of her, Excel half-lying with the corners of her lips bleeding. Gasps and painstakingly Ai controls herself.

Excel tilted his smile, he rubbed the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.

“I'm here with good intentions, why is your welcome like this?” confirming the position of his body, Excel desperately endured the pain that had struck his cheekbones.

Ai looked at the man's guts, it really hurt to see the intimacy they both showed. This man was truly one step ahead of him. He has truly captured the heart of Naja, the heart he desperately guards, until it bleeds. With him, not just one or two months, but five years together. Which feels only in vain because with just a blink of an eye felt, Naja melted her love and gave it to the man in front of her. Ah ... He really doesn't understand how love works.

“You are not welcome here .. go!” ai's word was still in a veiled rage. He was already standing and ready to turn around to enter the house again, but Excel's speech stopped him.

“This is the money my wife borrowed last night. But, I didn't expect .. Behind him you turned out to be very rude. You're showing your true nature."

Ai flipped over her body, she again stretched her gaze towards Excel who was staring at her flatly. In his hand was clutched with a hundred thousand dollars, stalling in front of Ai's body.

Ai stared at Excel's face and hands in turn. “I don't need your money ...” ketus Ai. The rest of the anger was still tracing between his sighs.

Excel tilted his smile, “However I still thank you ...,” Excel head tilted as if confused want to call Ai with what call. Bro ...? Heh ... they are not familiar enough to pit each other against a typical brotherhood fist.

“... After all I am not used to being indebted to someone, so want to be accepted or not I still return this money.” Excel brought his body one step closer. “As my dear wife promised, last night ..” Excel whispered. Then he regressed his body slowly, he could not help the cheers that wanted to appear on the surface.

Tapping Ai's teeth caught clearly in Excel's ear. Ai's body that stiffened back, also could not be disguised anymore. Back smouldering, Ai floated his fist towards Excel, but this time Excel had been on alert so he could fend off right in the middle of Ai's wrist. Gripping firmly as if it could crush bones.

“What came like this, if only dealing with money .. anyway I said owe you last night ... luckily for you what if you don't want to accept this money? Nana will sympathize and come back to you? He's gonna run and spread his eyes out in front of you? I guess ... You've seen it all .. So," Excel slammed Ai's wriggling hand to escape in full force, making Ai's body stagger back.

"... just bury what your obsession is. She is mine ...!"

Ai grimaces in the heart, crying .. she is quite ill looking at their affection, but when Excel confirms possession of Naja, she feels the world has closed to her. His story really is over. Done it.

Excel momentarily looked at Ai, in fact, he could not bear to see the man looking in pain. But this concerns a man's self-esteem, when his authority is compromised. It is only natural that he keeps women in his territory.

Excel pulled Ai's hand and put the money in Ai's hand, "Thank you so much for your help." He commented a fleeting smile, his cheeks were sore now, even for a slight movement.

"You why?" Naja asked as Excel compressed his cheeks with ice cubes that he packed in an ice bag. He who was still a few steps away from Excel who was a little surprised to see the arrival of Naja, jumped two steps at once. The woman's face looked worriedly at the corner of Excel's lips that looked like it had a torn wound. "you're why?"

"Isn't it okay .. have you been cured?" Excel drifted away as Naja graced his view in full. He held the hand of Naja who tried to repel the bag of compress attached he put on the cheek.

Naja lowered her hand, her gaze looking careless with an Excel question. "Stop worrying about me, I'm fine, now you're the one to worry about!" nagel Naja, his voice rose one level higher, so Excel relaxed his checks on the compress. Letting Naja see her cheeks that start to turn blue or purple.

"Why did you just shut up?" Just taking over the compress, he pulled Excel's hand to sit on the living room sofa. In addition to still dizzy, Naja is also tired if you have to support a compress that is much higher than him.

"You seen him?" Naja. It's true she saw it, everything, she even smothered her mouth so as not to scream when Ai punched her husband. She had almost approached her husband, but he had abandoned his intentions. He thought, when he was just helping Excel and blaming Ai, it would only make Ai worse. Ai was the victim, the victim of both of them. Victim circumstances. So when Excel doesn't take back Ai's punches, nor does he act rudely to her, Naja simply prays inwardly, that the two men be given clarity of mind. Especially her husband, Excel's cold and rigid attitude, Naja thought it would be easy to get him hooked. However, he was very relieved when Excel was just defending itself. Although she was not grateful to see her husband in such pain.

"You think I saw you?"

Excel eyes glare. "If you've seen, why ask again?"

"Can't really?" Just who had arrived at the sofa, put away the sofa cushions and hinted for Excel to sit there. Ignoring whatever expression was floating on her husband's face. Without answering, Excel immediately landed his body there. He put his head on the couch.

Just start sticking a compress pouch on Excel's cheek, pressing it slowly, so Excel hisses in pain.

"Hold a little, don't cry ...!" The two men's eye beads collided, but, Naja immediately disconnected it and refocused on her hands that were still faithfully stuck to her cheeks.

Silence overshadowed the two of them, only occasionally Excel hissed and their two eyes stared at each other, sometimes catching one of them stealing glances.

"Na ... pesen yuk food, I'm hungry .. and we don't have anything not even a grain of rice." pinta Excel as her stomach twitched hungry.

"What kind of rich man are you until rice doesn't have?" cynical Naja while emphasizing the compress on Excel cheek, which immediately stirred. He went to pick up his phone which he put on the kitchen table where he first saw Excel earlier.

"Tomorrow shall your house be filled with sacks of rice, satisfied?" Excited Excel who is still in pain due to his wife.

"Are you going to open a grocery store?" Just disappeared for a while then came back again with eyes staring at the phone. "What message do you want?"

None who paid attention to his path, did not realize that his feet fell on the end of the table. Surprised, not because he started scratching or because of the tip of his foot and his hanky that hit the table, but because his phone slid from his grasp. Not a chance to squeal, he just rounded his eyes. His body collapsed following the direction of his phone, which ended up on Excel's body. Right above.

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