Not my Man
A Taste that is Not Easy to Explain

A shoulder-length blonde hair completes the beauty of a woman who calls the man Muezza loves. Unknowingly the girl's mouth was agape due to the seduction of the graceful woman wearing a blue midi dress, the blonde woman's footsteps crooked like a middle model following the catwalk.

While the man he greeted was still dumbstruck to remember who the woman who called him just now.

“How are you?” greet the woman is friendly.

Alun still did not recognize the woman, so his flat look still presented an ultimate confusion.

“I'm sure you forgot the same me,” said the woman with a pursed mouth.

“I'm sorry! I really don't remember you,” said Alun broke the tension.

“Jeez Northern Flea cleavage .. It's me, Monica. You really forgot me?” decak Monica briefly introduced herself.

“Monica?” sahut Alun with eyebrows that are linked.

It is seen that the man tried hard to remember this blonde woman in front of him, in his head is no stranger to the name ‘Monica’. However, he did not really remember who this woman standing before him was.

“Basic of the Pole! Nyesel I greet you,” ketus Monica while taking out her wallet which she keeps in a branded green bottle bag.

Showed his picture in the school days, the appearance is very geeky exactly the main store in most dramas. The glasses are round, the hair is braided in two and there are many pimples that adorn the casings of his cheeks.

The stupid looking tongue now covered a very thin smile and shook Monica's hands full of guilt.

“Sorry Mon! Pangling I see your current appearance,” said Alun while releasing his hand post.

“Because now I'm beautiful, yes ‘kan?” chirp Monica without embarrassment.

“You used to be beautiful and now you are more beautiful,” concluded Alun without expression.

“You're praising me or mocking me?” said the blonde woman with a contrived smile.

Muezza who had been upset since earlier immediately cursed Alun's friend named Monica.

Basic flirty. Not shameless! He thinks I don't know, if all of his face is permak. Poisonous jellyfish base ...!

Another with Laras, the girl throbbed at the familiarity of her brother with Monica - a blonde woman of makeup. Yes, you could say that the woman has a sexy body.

“Abang!” squealing Baras without a sense of arrogance.

"Shortly," he answered subtly.

Instead of understanding the cue he gave, Alun even more fun chatting with Monica.

“We went home to grab aja, Yas,” Muezza's advice who couldn't bear to see Alun throw his sweet smile.

Unbeknownst to Alun, the two girls saunter leaving him with Monica.

Just 10 minutes they wait, the grab they ordered has arrived. The two girls were brought speeding through the streets, there was no conversation.

The atmosphere was even quiet, there was only the sound of the car roar and horn. Intentions, Laras wanted to ask something that triggered his brother's anger, but he hesitated to start this conversation.

Like twins, Muezza also wanted to discuss the problem at the restaurant. However, she was a little unwell and felt guilty as well for making her best friend cry.

The two girls cast their eyes out the window, occasionally glancing at each other unnoticed. When they were about to peek their views collided and made awkwardness even more felt.

The barrel bit his lower lip with an unbroken look of an eye toward Muezza. So did Mue, she did the same, but she did not bite her lips but rather her hand never stopped************ the clothes she was wearing.

Slowly Muezza spoke up, “I'm sorry, yes!” Strengthen his body with confidence.

“For what?” ask Laras ascertain the reason.

“In the restaurant I made you cry,” Muezza said softly.

Laras hugged his best friend affectionately, a few seconds later Laras took off his arms. Then the girl stared fixedly at Muezza's black bead, as if looking for something in there.

“Then why are you sadder than me, Mue?” The Baras question further made the girl bend her face.

“Stories, don't you snoop!” said Soft barrel.

Muezza let out a long, heavy sigh, slowly exhaling.

“In the restaurant earlier, there was a friend of Alun. He cursed about us at first I was happy, but after that I was embarrassed," Muezza said in a heavy tone.

Because Muezza's speech is not complete, Laras increasingly urged his best friend.

“Lantas?”

“Your gate was so angry that he wanted to hit his friend,” Muezza explained half-and-half which made Laras upset and snapped at him.

“Talking real Muezza!”

His best friend was hurt by Laras' thunderous voice, not Muezza alone. The online taxi driver who drove them also honked, after which the thick-moustached man stared intently at the two girls through the rear-view mirror.

“Sorry Sir,” said Laras with an awkward smile.

As a result the conversation stalled, but Muezza resumed his speech.

“Tell you, Yas.”

“What?” ketus Laras does not understand.

“Looks like I should give up,” he said with a bitter smile.

“Crazy! Because of something trivial, I want to give up. Where's the Muezza I know?” concluded Laras grumbling.

“Costed swallowed earth.” Muezza leaned his head against the window.

***

Three days Muezza and Laras had not exchanged any news. They did not fight, but their relationship was a little disturbed due to the incident.

Laras looked often mused and the girl seemed not to be passionate about doing anything. Like a girl who is suffering from heartbreak, eating is not tasteful to be alone so she rarely takes a bath.

In a week, he will fly to a special city to continue his studies. Mami and her papi are very worried about the condition of her daughter, so far her daughter has never been this poor.

If he's angry, it's only an hour or two at most. That too he will immediately make a fuss in order to get more attention from the mother and her papi.

Intan stood in the doorway and the yellow-skinned woman knocked slowly on the door of her son's room.

“Mami can enter?” tanya Intan while looking at her son.

“Please Mam!” Alun turned to look at the mother who was seen stepping.

The man who had almost stepped on the head of the three rewinded his chair looking for the most comfortable position to chat.

“What's Mam?” tanya Alun seriously.

“Mami is worried about your sister. What happened to your sister?” Blocking the clear circles dripping from the embrace of his eyes.

“Then he returned that time, he looked moody and. What exactly happened back then? Did you make him angry?” accuse Intan.

“Lah, why is Alun to blame Mam?” cetus Alun.

“That time Top went with you. If not you then who made it this way? Is it, your sister is heartbroken?” crush the diamond with teary eyes.

“Mami ... Alun doesn't know about it. After all that time he came home alone without telling Alun,” explained Alun who had hugged his mother.

“Mami quiet, yes. Later Alun will ask Ayas, what makes it like this?” persuade Alun with a soft voice.

Intan looks up at the face of his bachelor son, “Promise help mami!”

Alun nodded giving certainty from his words earlier, in his head he thought. What should he do to persuade his little sister. A second later he remembered someone who could help him overcome this problem.