Not my Man
What Right?

Muezza did not want to experience the same thing as before, this time he asked Vita to sit in the back and he drove the matic bike.

“You can ride the motor, Mue?” chirps Vita who is unsure of her classmate's abilities.

The unaccepted Muezza directly advanced his head with rounded eyes.

“You don't trust me!” he said with squeaking eyes.

Vita smiled wryly with a hand that scratched the back neck.

“I'm afraid,” great-grandson is unclear.

“Why? ... Why are you afraid?” muezza questioned Vita's reasoning.

The girl twisted Muezza's body and gave him the keys to her bike, obviously not if she didn't want to offend her friend.

“Gaskeun ‘lah!” Vita's orders with her hands raised up.

Muezza who was originally moody now laughs while turning back the Vita motorbike. The wind swish is as gentle as any other silk, it caresses Muezza's ripe sapodilla skin and gives a cool sensation.

Another bright expanse adds to the spirit of the two girls and when Muezza stops at a red light he accidentally sees someone who always fulfills his dreams.

He dropped the flat visor to cover his face so that Alun could not see him there. The girl was already determined to avoid Alun, she did not want to be a girl begging for love.

Since their last meeting at a Chinese food restaurant that made Muezza aware of its presence in Alun life just as a weed. However, his admiration never faded and it was not that easy to forget the man of his heart.

In the middle of her focus looking at Alun from the tail of her eyes, Vita patted Muezza on the shoulder.

“Not that Laras' sister?” Vita opens a flat visor that protects her face from the wind.

“Hmm,” murmured Muezza replied to Vita's question.

“Gruesome handsome, yes.” Vita squeezed Muezza's arm until the girl gave a small shriek and her voice caught Alun's attention, who was stunned.

The man turned his gaze towards Muezza, of course the girl's heart was beating very fast. Suddenly, his body felt stifled, but he felt cold.

“Mue! He saw us,” said Vita jubilant.

Suddenly the girl greeted Alun with a flirtatious tone of voice.

“Hai, Brother!”

The cold man's tongue just scrunched his forehead while pointing one of his fingers at Vita.

Muezza did not expect that Alun would do such a thing, but he still admired the figure of the handsome man.

“Dih, cocky!” hina Vita while replying to Alun's behavior is exactly what the man did to her.

“Still small don't centil! Real school,” advice Alun with his flat face without expression.

“I'm big!” sulek Vita did not accept.

“Yes, your head is big. Basic bocil!” cymooh Alun while pressing the Power window.

“Baggy basis, handsome pretentious!” cibir Vita beaver.

Muezza looked up to see the traffic light, seen the red light has been lit immediately he drove forward his motorbike at high speed. This provoked Alun into emotions, he thought the girl who was teasing him was challenging for a duet.

The man drove his car at the same speed even he exceeded his average speed. In the middle of this fierce race he clipped the motorbike driven by Muezza and he asked the girl to pull over.

“Stop woi!” yelled Alun with pointing hands.

Instead of pulling over Muezza's motorbike, the more gas without fear.

“The basics of bocil have no rules!” decak Alun moved quickly blocking the path of the two girls he had been chasing since earlier.

Inevitably Mue turned off his motorbike, then he told the friend not to fight or say rude again. Not to defend Alun, it's just that he doesn't want to get into trouble which will make it too late to go home.

“You want to die!” point to an emotional full-on.

“Your parents at home are waiting for your return. If something happens who will regret it?” alun Tandas more firmly.

The heads of the two girls bowed and after that Vita took off her helmet.

“Thank you, Brother for the advice. We don't intend that, do we?” deny Vita full of confidence.

Alun rolled his eyeballs to the side staring at the girl who was still wearing the helmet without opening the flat visor. The man's head lowered and looked at the girl from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

“Dia Muezza Irabela?” asked Alun with eyes that glanced at Vita.

The girl who was wearing the sky blue jeans nodded in agreement with Alun's question.

This time Alun was more focused on looking at Muezza and asking.

“Where are you going?”

Instead of answering the girl just shook her head quickly. The head of the plaza moved backwards, he felt strange about the behavior of this girl.

“Again canker sores?” Ask again with crossed hands on the chest.

Again Muezza's head shook his head, this made Alun stirring.

“If asked for a reply, have a mouth ‘kan?”

“We're going home, brother. Here I want anter Mue home,” said Vita could not bear to see Muezza acting.

“Where is your house?” Alun turned the body asking Vita.

“Decent Area Jalan Grogol,” Reply Vita more calm.

“You're home! Let him me the anter,” he said reigning.

“Huh?” Vita gasped at Alun's command.

“Not horrified my words?” tanya Alun made sure.

“Just make sure Kak,” kila Vita hands up asking for the helmet Muezza wore.

With a heavy heart the girl took off the helmet hook and handed it to the owner. Before leaving Muezza with Alun, the girl whispered very quietly.

“Be careful on the road. If anything, just scream!” vita's advice after putting her helmet in the trunk of the motorcycle.

After seeing Vita darting away, Alun opened the car door. Along the way Muezza threw his face out the window, his attitude was no longer the same.

The girl was more silent and did not pay much attention to the man sitting beside her, the calm Alun paid no heed to it. Even he likes this.

However, Alun suddenly pulled his car over on the shoulder of the road and removed the safety belt. Muezza riled, the girl clasped tightly onto the safety belt.

What's he gonna do? Why stop here? Muezza asked in her little heart.

“You are here! I want to buy my mother's favorite voice,” Alun said with his baritone voice.

Muezza laughed bitterly and breathed a sigh of relief at Alun's words, she thought the man would treat her inappropriately. Bad prejudice is not good.

"Basic fool!" he said he cursed himself.

From a distance Muezza watched the man, without being told his thin lips revealed the sweetest smile.

“Which girl won't be fascinated to see you?” he admired Alun's face.

“Then, do you belong to the category of women who are fascinated when they see me?”

Muezza was shortened to hear such a question from Alun. The girl in the brown dress moved uneasily and her fingers played a ring that was coiled on the ring finger.