Poison of Love Arsenio
Expensive Clothes

Binar came out of the room where Rain was staying lazily. His face was sour when he had to face Surya who looked at him with sparkling eyes. Vishnu was no longer seen in front of the television. I don't know where the kid is. "Nar, another break?" sapa Surya's.

Binar shook his head slowly. "I'm helping Rain to take her medicine" he replied as he passed to the kitchen. Unheard of Widya who looked at him sharply.

While brewing the tea, she can hear Widya's voice saying about herself to Surya. Binar was fed up. If he could, he wanted to just run away at that time without having to present a tray to the famous handsome and rich village youth, but that bengal.

Surya often got into fights with some people from other villages. He is also famous for being drunk and troublemaking. Binar could not imagine having to live with such a person. He shuddered in horror.

"Where's the tea, Nar? How long?" another Widya's cry from the living room.

Binar let out a long breath and raised his tray. With a calm step and a flat face, he placed the tray on the living room table, then put the cup right in front of Surya.

"Thank you, Nar," Surya said as he tried to touch the back of Binar's hand. Soon he rejected Surya's hand out loud while glaring at the young man. "Yes, geez, don't be rude, dong. We'll be married soon. Your mother agreed. Right, Me (Bu)?" Surya turned to Widya with a big smile.

"Yes, it's better for Binar to marry a man like you, rather than go on with a man whose origins are unclear" Widya said. He deliberately raised his voice so that Rain, who was in the room, could hear clearly.

"Surely I'm more suited to Binar, Me. Handsome and beautiful," she licks. "Again't you, Nar?" ask Surya.

"No!" answer Binar briefly. He also snorted in annoyance before turning to the kitchen. Unexpectedly, it turned out that Widya was following him from behind. When invisible from Surya, Widya immediately gripped the arm of Binar firmly and turned the girl's body.

"Do not be ashamed, yes! Remember, the Surya family has been so kind to us! As that woman you must have manners," Widya growled with a stifled voice so that her anger was not heard by anyone.

Jemari Widya firmly pressed against Binar's cheek until the girl grimaced. "Now meet him! Hurry along!" Widya pushes Binar's slender body and forces him to accompany Surya in the living room.

Forcibly, Binar sat on a chair a little away from the young man who was now looking at him with that mischievous look. Surya lowered his eyebrows as Binar grabbed the sofa cushion and held it.

"Just got home from work, huh?" ask Surya. Binar did not answer. He was getting tired of hearing it.

"Heh, Binar. If anyone asks, it is answered. Not just silence," protested Widya who had just come out of the kitchen while bringing boiled sweet potatoes. “Still warm. Come, tasting,” the attitude of the woman towards Surya, far different than her attitude towards Binar.

“Oh, sure. Prospective in-laws,” he said without shame. One hand plucks the largest yam. Binar who felt increasingly embarrassed, could only hold back his tears so as not to drip. I want him to leave from there. However, again Binar never had power against Widya.

Widya had almost opened her mouth to stop the tall man, but Binar had already stood up and pulled Rain's hand. “Gabung. Come on, sit here,” take him.

The look of dislike is clearly visible from the eyes of Surya and also Widya. But they did not say a word. Especially when Binar deliberately holding Rain's hand that looks burly and muscular. Surya was only able to snort and look away.

Shortly thereafter, his views turned to Widya. “This is what he said yesterday there was a stray tourist yes, me Wid?” the question is much more appropriate as a satire for Rain. “Turists are poor but, yes,” Solar is chuckling.

“Iya, poor. He's only here with such a big body. His clothes were ragged full of blood and barefoot. I feel disgusted to want to approach,” Widya timpal as he throws his lips.

Red was the face of the ray at that time. The heat of his heart when Rain was insulted like that. Although they have only met and are familiar in a matter of days, but the taste that grows in the heart of Binar is so great and develops in a short time.

“I'm not sure if I'm poor,” Rain's forehead creased while rubbing his chin. He did not seem to be provoked at all by the scorn of Widya and Surya. “Yesterday, I checked the clothes I was wearing when Binar found me for the first time. I'm looking for clues there. It's true, I didn't find anything in my entire pocket. However, when I saw the brand of shirt I was wearing, I seemed to remember something. So I took down the brand name and I waited until Binar got home from work, and then I borrowed his phone to use the search engine. You know what I found, Mom?” mimik Rain's face looks enthusiastic.

“What!” sahut Widya ketus's.

“It turns out that the brand listed on my shirt and pants is one of the famous and expensive clothing brands. If I was poor, how could I wear such expensive clothes?” Rain tilted his head in a very relaxed-sounding tone. “I also did not find any wallets or valuables. It could be that I was robbed and that my body was thrown into the middle of the forest. Makes sense, doesn't it, Mom?” Rain raised one of his eyebrows, then smiled.

Hearing Rain's words, Widya was stunned. One thing that escaped his observation at that time was the matter of clothes. He has worked in laundry for years. Of course Widya is good at assessing whether the clothes she holds are high-quality clothes and expensive or not. “Try where's your shirt? Let me see?” challenge with a bang. Widya doesn't want to look lost.

“I washed and kept it in my closet, Mom. The torn part of the fabric has also been sewn. Not good for a change of clothes if the Rain shirt is dirty,” replied Binar.

“Then, quickly bring here!” Widya extended her hand to Binar.

“Wait a minute,” Binar rushed into the room and took a stel of Rain's clothes in his pile, then handed it to his stepmother. “This, Bu”.

Widya immediately took the two pieces from Binar's hand and began to observe them seriously. Surya himself seemed to dislike and continued to direct his cruel gaze only to Rain. But Rain thought of it very casually. He didn't look scared, let alone intimidated.

“The type of fabric is different, slightly thicker, but smooth and yes ... true ..” Widya gulped a few times before continuing her sentence. “This is indeed an expensive clothing brand, equivalent to my salary in a year.”