Possessive Leader
Jesika, Ramadhan Darmawan's wife!

“Truly tomorrow Karam will make me breakfast again? How can I cook anything other than fried rice?”

“Neng Jas Jus wants made what?” Rama slightly glanced at his wife, Jesi actually asked him to stop at the pharmacy earlier. I don't know what his wife bought because when she got back to the car she didn't bring anything. Can Rama guess for sure the groceries have been put in the bag. It was safer tomorrow morning that he prepared breakfast, timidly Jesi added strange ingredients to his cooking. After all, since marrying his wife had never cooked, so giving up breakfast was the safest path.

“Hm what is well?” Jesi was behind the question, all this time he had never been picky food.

“Tersubah Karam. Whatever I eat, Karam. I'm not fussy about food. I have experience being a commoner, know how hard it is to make money.” Jesi's thoughts for a moment back in time he lost all the facilities he had, making him realize many things. Not only did he wake up if not everyone at his side was sincere, but he also made him more grateful for what he had.

If there are people who say experience is the easiest science to understand is true. Jesi who used to be often advised by her parents about the difficulty of finding money never mengubris it because she never experienced it. Until finally everything he had was taken while it had made him confused.

“Solehah wife.” Praise Rama, he stroked the darling of the tops of Jesi's heads.

“Iya dong.” Typal Jesi hurriedly with full confidence.

“Fortunately Karam has a wife like me, solehah.” He said while blushing, only now there are those who praise him as solehah, usually the most beautiful, cute, good.

“Hm directly deh kegeeran really!” cibir Rama's.

“But baby right?”

“Ya... yes, very dear.” Reply Rama which makes Jesi increasingly excited.

“Now it's your turn. Not the same darling brother?” ask Rama.

“Eh do not need to be asked well, it is definitely a pity really right?” ledek Rama's.

“Soalnya if the jealousy again kumat terbiatan terribly.” Reciprocity.

“Apaan sih Karam's. Who is jealous!”

The car Rama was driving had stopped perfectly in the courtyard of the house. Before Jesi came out, Jesi's hand was pulled until she sat facing him.

“Once again, Karam? I want to take a shower, it's not comfortable.” His protest.

“Wait to jerk Jas jus who is not jealous.” In the end Rama relented, however the question was just a formality. His wife was truly a god-level prestige to admit it.

“Darling is not the same sister?” he asked her by cupping Jesi's face with both hands.

“Hm... dear not well..” Answer with a wry smile.

“The real answer. Even as comfortable as that smile.” Rama gets upset, he overcomes and openly confesses his feelings. But Jesi was even an obscure whimper. The release of Jesi's face then left the car first.

“Heuh, I'm the one who came the month of Karam who sensi sih.” Gerrutu Jesi, he hurried down and followed her husband.

“Dear time is not!” he said briefly when walking parallel to Rama, then immediately ran into the house.

Hearing Jesi's words made Rama silent for a moment, he saw his wife who just went into the house.

“Basic boy!” he said then followed Jesi.

“Mama, I'm home!” jesi shouted as soon as he arrived inside.

“Eh Alya has come home? Mba waitin from earlier. Do you still like chocolate? mba bring special cake Surabaya chocolate flavor for you.” Olivia.

Jesi's cheerful face was immediately gloomy to see the woman who had just appeared from behind, not her favorite mother-in-law was precisely the Oli.

“Your habits are screaming.” Even Rama who had just entered and stood behind Jesi was shocked by the sight before him.

“Oliv?” lirih.

“Hei, Wan! It turns out, actually said mom, you guys went home with.” Olivia said casually, she walked over to Rama.

“I deliberately came faster, so I can cook for you. Go eat yuk first, my cooking tastings. Now I'm cooking pinter loh.” Olivia.

“Do not hold-hold well, Mba!” jesi hurriedly pulled Rama away from Oliv who was about to hold her husband's arm.

“Yeah Alya... still the same essence mba.” Reply Oliv lightly, the time he chose to approach Jesi and embrace her familiarly.

“Wan, why is Alya so kayak anyway? So different!” ask Oliv.

Rama releases Jesi's hand from her arm and turns to embrace Jesi's shoulder.

“And I have told you the time in front of indoapril, he is not Alya.” Rama.

“This is Jesika, my wife!” continued.

Jesi extends his right hand, “Jesika Mulia Rahayu, mba. The legitimate wife Ramadan Darmawan.”

Seeing her unrequited hand jesi increasingly smiling satisfied to see Olivia silent silence mute.

A few seconds later Olivia smiled wryly while shaking her head, “You don't joke, Al. Joking aren't funny tau.”

“Heleuuhhh.. cape deh.” Jesi Cibir.

“This is real, Oliv. This Jesi is indeed my wife.” Rama.

“No! Nope! You guys must be ngprank me, right?” Oliv really can't believe it.

“Who are you two? Mama thought you guys were coming home together. He said Alya wanted to buy food in front of his sister's office. How come there is no Alya?” ask Mama Yeni who just arrived.

Oliv turned to approach mama Yeni.

“Ma, this isn't really?”

“Means?”

“Ma, she's Alya right?” Oliv pointed at Jesi.

“He wants to be his wife Darmawan. Ma, if you want ngprank do not like gini dong. I could suddenly have a heart attack.” Further.

“He is his wife Darmawan, Oliv. His name is Jesi, mama forgot earlier not told the same story you. You were thinking mama wanted to say eh you already went first.” Mama Yeni.

“No! This is impossible!” oliv lirih. Instantly Oliv felt his whole body limp until finally he collapsed and sat on the floor. His face was already wet by the dam of tears that broke without permission.

“This is not true, Wan?” he said again while staring at Rama who still embraces Jesi. The man who was still the owner of his heart ignored him. In contrast to Jesi who actually stuck out his tongue mocking.

“No way you got a wife like her? Partners!” his reply sneered at Jesi.

“Caram, my time is said to be the same as oil! She doesn't know if I can make children.” Gerrutu Jesi's.

“Cih!” cycad Oliv.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Alya who just entered the house with a white swipe in her right hand was astonished by the situation in the living room. There was Jesi who stuck like gum on her brother, while on the floor sat the woman who broke tears and the mother who rubbed the soft back of the woman who was crying.

Alya chose to approach her brother, “ini what's the matter, brother? Who's she?” tanyanya.

“Custom to the drama, Al.” Reply to Jesi who has moved to Alya's side.

“Nih, mba from earlier nanyain Alya right? Here you go, Alya. My sister-in-law.” Jesi Sayings.

Olivia stared fixedly at the hijab girl standing beside Jesi. Her tears flowed more and more when she realized the girl was really Alya.

“No! No!! This is impossible. It must be a dream.” Lirih.

“Heleuhhh no mulu.” Jesi Sayings.

“You are shouting no! Nope! up to a hundred times will not change reality.”

“Caram darling, to yuk's room! Neng Jas Jus cape. Wants dearest.” Spoiled Jesi.

“Yuk!” Reply Rama, he believed Jesi left Oliv who was still staring at him nanar mixed with tears.