MY LOVELY, SAHARA
17. Devon's jealousy

Finished taking the book and re-locking the rented door. Cakra Gegas drove Sahara home.

"Which one?" ask Cakra because he himself does not understand which side of the house Om Sagara.

"It looks like the very end, because the entry is quite far."

"Oh okay."

Along with them at the very end of the house, Sagara house is indeed a luxury housing complex where the outer design is almost the same.

"Excuse me sir," said Cakra to the house guard.

"Cakra is not this one, his security guard Mr. Mamad," exclaimed Sahara scratching her non-itchy head. Why did he forget which house, this week Sahara went in and out of the house with her Papa so he did not pay attention to which Sagara house.

"Ohh, or if Mr. Mamad guards next door, Neng! Next to this house, so if neng or mas is confused. His house from the end of number two" the security guard exclaimed.

Cakra patted his head instantly,

"Okay, thank you, sir!" reply then moved.

"Next time don't go out on your own, danger! I don't want you to do anything, so don't repeat the same deal with people at the intersection of five. You do not know the ins and outs of Semarang like what, let alone this. Your Papa's house just don't want to, right," Cakra's scolding.

"Yaaa the name also forgets Cakra, don't get angry if the handsome is gone." The Sahara bent her face.

Mr. Mamad who saw the arrival of the Sahara then opened the gate as wide as possible.

"There are neng guests from Ambarawa," cried Mr. Mamad.

"Guests?" ask Sahara cringing.

"Then we go in, sir!" exciting Cakra.

Sahara glared at him, "you're not coming home?"

"I'd like to stop by, but your guests are special." Cakra took his motor in and parked it on the right side of the guard post.

"Nitip jerked off, sir!"

***

Yellow Jazzy car parked there, Sahara immediately knew who was coming. And, look at the car Papa is even at home which means Sahara friends are currently being welcomed by his papa.

"Assalamu'aikum ya ukthi" cried Sahara.

Sinta turned to the door and found Sahara entering with a wry smile because she was right. Rian and Sinta came to Semarang.

"Waalaikumsalam, he's coming home! Come here, Cakra enter first," exclaimed Sagara.

Cakra nodded with a smile and entered first, the reverent salim on Sagara and Sahara friends who gawked because it was only a week Sahara in Semarang, he had walked with a handsome guy and cool like Cakra.

Devon's face was instantly gloomy as soon as he came out of the toilet and returned to the living room. Especially when you know Sahara is coming home with a guy.

"Lho Devon too?" sahara exclaimed as she saw Devon walking towards her. Unsufferingly thrusting his hand so that Sahara salim him.

"Sahara Salim first," cried Sagara increasingly make the girl strangled, because now the status of Devon is his cousin brother.

"Yes papa."

The Sahara grabs Devon's hand which hangs in front of him and salim. While Cakra greet Sahara friends one by one.

"Love..."

"Rian..."

"Cakra..."

They get to know each other, including Devon. However, when he saw the Sahara sitting next to Cakra again his mind was upset and jealous. Even though the Sahara is single, they still cannot unite because of their family-bound status.

"Lo's girlfriend huh?" sinta Goda.

"No," answered both compactly.

While Devon chose to pluck snacks not paying attention to their interactions. Cakra knew, the man before him, whose face was tangled rich in dry clothes that had once been full of photos of the Sahara.

"You're a school?"

"Yups, one of our classes" replied Rian.

"Devon's Pantes was rejected, his handler was a rich gini," Sinta's lead made Sahara flushed in embarrassment.

"I'm the same Cakra as I am Devon, we're just friends."

"Oh so it?" This time Sagara's voice teased his daughter.

"No Devon no Cakra yes, catet."

Sinta chuckled, "warning tuh."

"Yes, that's not papa either. No one knows."

Cakra came home, he only stopped by for a while because he drove the Sahara. While Sagara drove him to the front with the Sahara.

"Well, Von, so you're cousins?" rian asked still in disbelief.

Devon nodded lethargicly, before his mother and Om Sagara learned. It is better to retreat regularly, but why see the Sahara with other men his heart becomes sick.