Possessive Leader
Hope and Reality

“I still don't understand, Ma. What the hell is this? Feels like I'm shooting another soap opera I'm crying out, Ma. This is also the mba why cry?” Because his speech did not get a response from the mother, Alya finally approached Oliv who was still crying sobbing. Mama Yeni fondly stroked the back of the crying woman until that hiccup repeatedly.

“Alya... You don't even want the same mba?” Oliv hugged Alya, the hijab girl just kept quiet with a confused look at her mother.

“Olivia, senior High School first.” Mama Yeni.

“Oh, Mba Oliv. Yes, I want to.” Alya.

“So I never told you when I came home from Banyumas he said he met his SMA until he made his wife sulp.”

“Counter with your same story, Al?”

“Iya, mba.” Answer Alya. He took off Oliv's embrace quietly. He saw a beautiful face that was wet with tears. He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand

“Pantesan Jesi to get angry because of jealousy, Mba Oliv pretty gini.” It was his praise that made Oliv smile despite being forced to.

“Woman was really his wife?”

“Iya, Mba. Jesi, my brother-in-law. He also taught me college, classmate even.” Answer Alya.

“Sit there yuk, mba.” Her impression helps Oliv stand up and invites her to sit on the guest sofa.

“Mba Oliv wait here for a while well, let me grab a drink first. Mba takes a hiccup.”

“Let your mom get it, baby. You go to Oliv first.” Sela mama Yeni who then went to the kitchen.

Long enough Oliv continued to sob, Alya also repeatedly wiped the tears Oliv to embrace the woman into his arms. Letting Oliv cry as much as possible, even though he had never experienced being in the position of Olivia but Alya's empathy was high enough to understand the disappointment Oliv was feeling. At a time like this Alya so remember Jesi who used to cry sobbing in front of the campus cafe because of being cheated.

“Drink first, mba.” Alya picked up the glass filled with water that her mother had just brought her.

“So calm, not as hiccup as well.” He then gave the glass to Oliv.

Olivia received it then looked at it a little, “thank you, Al.”

“Same-sama, mba.” Balsa Alya friendly.

“You are indeed Alya, polite and friendly. Unlike him, childish.”

“Who is childish, mba? My sister-in-law?” Alya laughed a little, yes want to be covered no matter how her brother-in-law is super childish, spoiled anyway.

“Yes, who else. Mom time Yeni the childish.”

“haha. mba can be. The jesi is childish, mba. Even tend to sucks.” Alya.

“Well, yes it is. I can guess if it's a nyebelin!” oliv's look and expression really showed that he didn't like Jesi.

“That's because mba hasn't known Jesi well. My brother-in-law is really good. In the past also at first the same older brother Jesi, he was an apprentice who always made trouble and drained brother's patience. But now they complement each other. Jessi who is chatty, spoiled, plain and always noisy can make the days of sister more colorful. I can see a lot of changes in my brother, although often moaning because of the nature and attitude of Jesi who is often childish but I can see if my sister is also cool with it all. But they keep the image, not to me. Funny tau mba.”

“Kakak who used to talk like irit and as necessary now so be a bawel, ketangsaran Jesi.” Further.

“They've been married a long time?”

“But, mba. A week is also not there, only four days.” Answer Oliv.

Alya took Oliv's two hands and grasped them tightly.

“Destiny no one knows, mba.” Alya said slowly.

“Mba Oliv it's beautiful, well, graceful, pinter too.” Praise Alya.

“Honestly, I used to play seneng at home, I feel like I have an older sister. Until recently I still thought I wanted to have a sister-in-law dream that was like mba. Beautiful, graceful, kind, loving, and mature, not childish like Jesi.”

Oliv smiled a little at the praise Alya made for him, let alone seeing the way he spoke softly and the look in the eyes that described if all the words he said were so honest and sincere.

“But back to fate, mba. Man can have desire and hope, but God is decisive. I used to have a good, graceful and mature dream sister-in-law to love me, my sister and my mother. I guess it's all the best for this family, it's not. God gave me a sister-in-law like Jesi, a classmate who only knew me for about a month. Sister-in-law who is very, very opposite to the type of sister-in-law of my dreams. Sister-in-law who is far from adult, as I said earlier she was childish. But it turns out that such a wife is what is needed by the same brother, this family also became more alive after the arrival of Jesi.”

“It looks like mba really has no chance yah?” ask Oliv.

“Chance for what first, mba? The opportunity is always there for those of us who want to try.”

“The chance to be your sister-in-law is.” Oliv replied with a forced smile.

“Hih!!! Don't worry Oli! The caram is mine. Fix mine no debate!” Apparently Jesi who had just passed by carrying water to Rama accidentally heard Oliv's answer.

“Ber-ener should be coated with an ointment of eight-eight like, so as not to worry!” continue while leaving.

Oliv laughs off Jesi who left while angry, from a distance he can still hear faintly the sound of Jesi's grunts.

“It seems like he's bothered to have a wife like him. Must've been a little cranky. Very boy!”

“Yes that. But big sister likes it.” Alya Tymphal.

“Soalya Jesi tuh kalo ngambek funny, very effective.”

“So there are no plans to replace the childish sister-in-law with an adult sister-in-law?”

“Make me her tetep sister-in-law best. Mba Oliv can also be the best sister-in-law, for others not for me. I have Jesi.”

“I think mba is mature enough to accept this reality. In this world sometimes desires, hopes and realities are not always in line. We just have to live it sincerely, mba. Sure if the destiny outlined by God is the best.”

“Mba is not lacking anything, it can certainly be more than older brother. Do not until the taste of mba it turns into an obsession ntar instead of amazed I even become ilfeel same mba.” Alya.

“Pinter really his sister Darmawan, baby well we can not be brother-in-law. So mature you, Al. very lucky who became your husband later.” Oliv smiled shady, although his heart hurt but it was undeniable that Alya said was true.

“No way he's got, boyish!” continued. Oliv deliberately uttered it aloud because he found Jesi and Rama who walked up to him.

“Ish really! Kegatelan, ngeselin! Here's the ointment let cepet heal his gatel!” Jesi throws two eight-pointed ointments right down Oliv's lap.

“Pake flat let spit heal!” his lips.

“Udah-already let's go out.. he said earlier wanted a cold-cold!” Rama immediately pulls Jesi out before his wife plays claws with Oliv.

“Oliv, You if you have no better interests go home!” rama said before leaving.

“I want to stay here!”