Possessive Leader
I'm not ready for marriage

"I told you, Jes, look at things from all points of view, don't just use emotions. Believe everything that happened today is the best thing for you, Jes. Though now you cry, hurt, disappointed... Ikhlasin. Sometimes what we regret today will become gratitude later on." Alya got carried away, she started crying.

Seeing a new friend who was close for a week to cry made Jesi surprised, because all this time there was not a single friend who went crying like Alya.

"Well, are you crying, Al? I cheated on you, betrayed by my own friends. Why do you follow mewek." Replace now Jesi who pat Alya on the shoulder.

"I can't bear it, Jes. Look at people like you're being digitized. The patient, the sincere too. God will love more than Zidan."

"But if I can't get more than Zidan Zidun you have to take responsibility well!"

"It can't be, Jes. I am single how to guarantee the soul mate of people. My own soul mate doesn't know." Reply Alya.

"Udah now we go back to the yuk class. It's late for us." Alya slightly raised her sleeves to look at the watch in her hand. Right, they cried too long. Twenty minutes from schedule. Back to class is also free, certainly not allowed to follow the lecture.

"Why Al?" Ask Jesi.

"It's too late for us." Alya said lethargic.

"Yes, just go home. I also went to class. The kids must be talking to me now. Males ah I have to get mental again. Mending home, sleeping."

"Anterin I came home well, Al. I don't want to be alone, or I'm still sick this oath." Jesi held her chest. Anger, disappointment, hatred back up and make him cry again.

Alya let out a long sigh to find Jesi who again broke into tears. Is that someone who is heartbroken? Alya was really grateful that her brother had always limited his association, let alone dating was not on his current life list at all. Maybe this is the reason why my sister always forbid him to deket the same careless guy, afraid I become like Jesi time well, he thought.

"Cup.cup... Yes, or Jes, don't cry. I'm confused how this is going to be?" Seen by Jesi who now sits on the road with his legs bent, his hands rested on a hunch with his head lowered.

"So also look at people." Alya sat down beside Jesi and rubbed his friend's head.

"Yes, let's go home. I'm anterin." Alya pulled Jesi's hand out of her seat.

Because of the condition of Jesi who continued to cry, he could not ride the angkot with that condition. As soon as the online taxi he booked arrived, Alya helped Jesi get into the car. Along the way Jesi still crying even though his voice is increasingly weak and almost inaudible.

"Stop here sir." Jesi said as soon as she arrived in front of her house.

"This is your house?" Alya asked who was only answered with a weak nod.

"Let's go in!" He said as he pulled Alya's hand until the girl followed him.

"Glambeach!" Said Jesi as usual.

"Assalamualaikum, Jes." Erat Alya.

" It's a habit, Al." Answer Jesi.

"Tumben mom's son greetings really." Sari appeared from next to the living room, her right hand holding the television remote.

"Well, why are you?" Seeing the appearance of his daughter made Sari immediately approach Jesi, who was,

"Your face why is it swollen gini? Your eyes are also puffy. We're crying abis? Tell me whose mom made you like this?" Sari gently rubbed her daughter's face, tidying up Jesi's long, messy hair.

The mother's question made Jesi back sobbing. Sari became increasingly afraid to see the princess just wayangnya cry like this.

"Say your mother why? Hm?" Dusapnya cheeks wet Jesi.

"Who is she, baby?" Ask Sari. Now his gaze turned to Alya who had just been silent.

"How come you're my daughter so like this?" Ask.

"No, I'm not an aunt." Answer Alya.

"Not him, ma'am. He's my new Alya temen. He's the only one who wants to accept me as just a crumb of these crackers, ma'am...." Jesi.

"Alya, tan." Alya extended her hand to greet Jesi's mother politely.

"Cari. I'm sorry aunt misunderstood that." Reply Sari.

"Nothing tan. I can make maklumin." Alya Tymphal.

"Tumben rame, any guests huh?" Sapa Burhan who just came home from the office.

"This is Jesi why cry gini?" He then found his daughter who was still as hot as for too long crying.

"No idea, yeah. Mother also nanya but even the cry did not stop either." Sari.

"This?" Burhan pointed at Alya.

"Alya, Um. The Jesi." Burhan nodded then pulled Jesi to follow her to the sofa.

"You can sit down too." He said to Alya.

Alya sat in front of Jesi who was now sitting flanked by her father and mother. They were very fond of Jesi, seen from the look of the worried face. Seeing her two friends' parents so attentive made Alya a little tired, she could not be like Jesi. She only has a sister and a mother now.

"You're inem and I can't help you, Jes. What is it you are?"

"What's the pocket money lacking? He said yesterday had been riding angkot why now so cry gini?" Burhan asked with understanding.

"Yes baby said the same dad... Who made you feel like you?" Persuade Sari, but not also make Jesi open his mouth. The girl just nodded slowly.

Alya, who thought Jesi was too tired to talk, explains what happened to Burhan and Sari.

"That's the story Om, aunt..." Alya said after telling her everything.

" I thought it would be like that." Burhan.

"You don't think you know you're dating out there? What do you think I'm doing to unplug all the facilities you have? So you're conscious, Jes."

"Now that you have broken our agreement, you must obey your father. After all, the boyfriend you hide from dad is actually just a wedge."

"Now don't cry anymore, a man like him is not worthy of mourning. Your future husband is a thousand or even a million times better than he is." Burhan said at length.

"Prospective husband?" Finally, the girl who had just cried spoke up.

"Yes your future husband. I told you that once you broke our deal, you were ready to follow all your choices."

"But I'm not ready to marry you yet!" Decline Jesi.