P2 (POLYANDRY & POLYGAMY)
CAN'T STAND TOUCH

     "We know which friends are close friends, you think we're stupid!"

     Zefa was silent while holding back her emotions, the woman felt furious and intended to let out her anger as well this time. He felt that he had enough restraint, a sense that was currently in Zepha because not long ago he was also made very surprised by the arrival of Dirga coupled with the sudden arrival of Milea.

      Not finished the shock also deg degan that makes his whole body weak for fear of being discovered, now his emotions are mixed again with the arrival of the same person unexpectedly also expected Zefa.

     The mixed feeling makes his emotions so unstable that it makes the woman want to let out her anger that has been buried all this time. His hand gripped firmly, looking it had started to tremble.

     ‘Do I really should be angry this time,’ Zefa's mind.

     Dirga who saw it immediately took a position where if Zepha could see. The man immediately waved his hand and Zefa saw him. ‘Mas Dirga! She's still here?’ in the heart the woman said.

     Long breath Zepha did, he tried to hold back. Try to hold back the emotions that are already at the end of the throat. “Mah, I do not want to argue so please if there is no more interest ..” said Zefa who did not continue.

     Lala moved with emotion while saying in a high tone, “So you kicked us out, how dare, not so polite you basic women do not know themselves!”

     Zefa spontaneously stood up and immediately replied to Lala's words which she thought had passed, “La .. if you still can't speak politely with me, I said,  I do not hesitate to talk rudely with you,” joked Zefa who was upset with all the behavior of her sister-in-law.

     “Don't you dare threaten my son, it's enough you do arbitrarily with my one son and if you dare to touch this one I will instantly destroy you Ze,” threatens Mama with lace and nar stare.

     “Mah, are you not aware of your behavior so far the same as me,” complained Zefa, “and all this time I kept quiet because I know if you guys don't like it but for a long time I didn't get treated like this.”.

     “Mamah doesn't care, you know that we don't like you then why are we still pushing into our family?”

     “Do you guys not feel sorry for Mas Primus, I did that because I also love Mas Primus, Mah,” reply.

     At that time Zefa also issued his uneg-uneg, he said that all this time he had been trying to be a good wife and daughter-in-law. All he did was to make Primus happy as well so that Mamah and Lala could accept himself in that family

     Zefa said she was aware of what made them dislike but had been trying to change herself but remained in their eyes meaningless. The woman said that she was tired of fighting to be accepted in the family.

     The two Primus families did not seem to budge, they did not believe that the tears that came out of Zepha's eyes were sincere. The two ask that Zepha leave Primus or they will set them apart.

     “Mah, Mama is that sober, do you not think about how Mas Primus feels?”

     “She will be sad but Mamah is sure it is only a moment and a moment, later also Primus will heal himself from his heartache.”

     Zefa felt free to talk to the two of them, anything that had been done so far would never be considered. Zepha asked her in-laws to leave her home because she felt there was nothing more to talk about.

     They finally left because they did not feel the need to talk to Zepha. The woman continued to look while standing the departure of the family from her husband until she saw him had boarded the online taxi booked.

     Zefa entered the house and rushed to find Dirga who had been waving at him from the side room. The woman walked quickly into the room with a look of annoyed face. Until there it turns out Dirga is not there, Zepha comes back out and searches.

     Zefa turned to the origin of the voice then sighed, “You did that there, here out,” pinta Zefa still with an annoyed face.

     “They're home?”

     “Emm, we go to the middle room and if you can go home now Mas,” said Zefa while walking towards the middle room followed by Dirga.

     The man immediately pulled Zefa's wrist, stopped the woman's steps and immediately made Zefa's body twist and made her fall in Dirga's arms. A slow cry sounded as Zefa was shocked, and she was shocked, being in close proximity made Zefa mute.

     Their gazes met, both of them could feel the subtle roar of breath of the person in front of him. The atmosphere was silent for a moment, both of them were silent and slowly made their hearts beat faster.

     Aware of himself Zepha moved away but Dirga did not allow it. He held Zepha's body back away from her. “I don't want to go from this Ze, you know that,” said Dirga without letting go of his sight.

     “Mas, please do ... today was very messy so I beg you to understand,”.

     “I'll make all those feelings disappear and change so that your mood changes Ze,” Dirga replied as she continued to stare deeply.

     Zefa was lazy to argue, he thrashed for Dirga to let go of his embrace but the man was still with his stance. He made his hold tighter until Zefa could no longer twitch, his face was now only half an inch apart.

     “Mas!”

     Dirga did not answer, the man immediately made their lips stick and Dirga gently moved it until the movement was reciprocated Zefa, “Emm,” murmured Zefa heard.

     In a vehicle that was traveling fast enough, Lala was discussing with her mother about their chat with Zefa. They say

if the two must have solid evidence for Primus to believe so they can get Zepha out of that house.

     The two agreed to look for evidence, in a quarter of the way mama fell silent. For a moment she recalled how Zefa had cried when she said her feelings, The middle-aged woman was a little full, in the depths of her heart she felt a little pity.

     “Mah, Mamah why?” lala asked when she woke up when she saw her mother daydreaming with an empty look.

     “No, Mamah is fine,” replied the middle-aged woman.

     “I can't believe, tell me the same, don't make me worry.”

     Inside the house, Zefa and Dirga are increasingly enjoying their lip game. Both of them were already feeling floated with the game, Zefa's wiggly fingers went into the neat hair of Dirga and slightly pressed his head.

     ‘Began darling,’ Inner Dirga was pleased with Zefa's movements that began to follow the will of his body.