Sharing Love: One Roof of Three Hearts
Cold War

"That's you, that's you" said the middle-aged man looking at Alana smiling. Alana who felt she did not know him only frowned with one corner of her lips pulled up. He did not know the man at all.

Seeing Alana's expression that looked confused, made the man even more excited to introduce himself. Bringing Alana's memory back to the night of their first meeting.

"You don't remember me? I'm the guy who took you to relax that night. At the Basterds club, remember?"

Alana's body shook. Her memories managed to bring Alana on that night. Not yet able to calm his heart, Arun who had been looking for him had now come closer after seeing Alana.

"I..."

"Oh.lord Dirgantara. It's nice to meet you. Congratulations on the new project" said Mr. Pulgoso, a successful entrepreneur known for his many illegal ventures.

Arun welcomed Pulgoso's hand, nodded his head and turned to Alana.

"Is there a problem?" arun asked back to look at Pulgoso.

"Oh.ga is bang. I just wanted to ask where the toilet is. Yeah, right, om?" cut Alana gelagapan. Immediately pull Arun's hand to invite him in. "I'm hungry, yang"

"Attent. Do you guys know each other? is this woman the date you hired?" pulgoso whispered closer to Arun. The red hue and sharp gaze of Arun had already made it clear to her who was in a rage. But as if he did not understand, Pulgoso still continued his sentence.

"Be careful playing with him. I once met him at the Basterds club, who told me he had a deadly disease. What's name?mmm..seventually..." The man seemed to think hard about the illness that Alana had once pronounced. "Brain fogs! That's right.." the man smiled as if it was so great to be able to recall the name of the disease.

Alana's face was no longer broken. If he had the magic bag of Doraemon, he would take the door anywhere, choose to transmigrate to the planet Mars as well. But she's just a woman who's now putting her life in her husband's hands.

"O Allah, save the servant."he squeezed his fingers.

Arun who heard it was silent, trying to hold back his emotions to not punch Pulgoso in the face. His emotions have now reached the crown. No one can insult his wife!

Believe me, the axe-sharp gaze managed to make Mr. Pulgoso's knee limp. "Take your mouth. This is the first and last time I've heard you say that about my wife! I'm surprised, you are a businessman, in fact have a higher education, but how can set*lol it!?"

"You mean what? you don't talk to me. You're just a new entrepreneur, smelling fast in this business world!"

"I don't care, even if you own half of the world, as long as you insult my wife, then I won't stay silent. Let me explain. First, she is not the woman I hired to accompany me, she is my legal wife!"

"Second.." continued Arun still clenched his fist but in a voice as cold as a chunk of ice continued his explanation. "Brain fog is not a contagious disease, but the term someone who suddenly likes to forget something"

"Three, when you met my wife there, she was waiting for me, because we were planning to spend the night enjoying live music. So please, get rid of your dirty thoughts towards my wife!" he finished his explanation.

"Wait!" like a brake, Pulgoso's steps are stopped by Arun's hardship.

"Don't let me hear this from someone else, if this fake news reaches my ears again, then you're the one who spread it!"

"Yeah. I understand" the fat man was all his might dragging his feet away from them immediately. He regretted, had offended Arun Dirgantara.

Alana did not even dare to breathe a sigh of relief, the problem with the flirtatious om was over, appearing even worse. Arun's anger. "Well, in what way will you be tempted to not be scolded, huh? use the bed scene, where else comes the moon," he said in an upset heart.

Without saying anything, Arun put the girl's fingers on her arms, walked into the hall again, mingling with the invitations. Thirty minutes of torture for Alana. Just put on a fake smile for all who greeted them. Look at his heart that continues to beat fast, wondering what punishment he will receive.

Not only did the thought of punishment alone make him tormented, but also because Arun had still inhabited him since entering the room.

Arun takes off Alana's hand, meeting the person Alana was guessing as the host of tonight's event. The white-bearded man smiled and nodded in Arun's whisper. "Thank you Mr. Bas and Mrs Tan, for the invitation tonight" Arun said after pulling Alana to accompany him.

Performing her role, Alana was also pleased to greet the two with a polite attitude and also gave her best smile.

"Thank you for coming, Al" said Ms. Tan, peeping at Alana's cheek.

***

Is there anything more excruciating for a wife who is sleepy on the road but cannot lean on her husband's shoulders? the answer is there, which is inhabited for one hour taken to go home.

Arun with a cold look as well as his looks tightly locked his mouth. There was no word of seducing or just asking if she was sleepy, after seeing her so many times Alana yawned. Arun seemed to not care, assuming Alana was not there.

Arriving home, Alana does not immediately get out of the car, waiting for Arun to open the door for her as when they left earlier. Seeing the man walking into the house, Alana could only sigh while opening the car door.

Alana knows she's wrong. He wanted to get Arun to talk, because he thought he had to explain everything to Arun. Even if he is not forgiven or even punished, he will accept it.

After Arun came out of the bathroom to clean himself up, Alana hurriedly entered. He also wanted to clean up his sticky self, then he would persuade Arun with his potent whimper. All this time it worked, hopefully this time too.

"Scented, it's clean. Alana's spirit, you can definitely get sorry from bang Arun," her great-grandson smiled. Vigorously four-five and a smile unraveled on her lips, Alana opened the bathroom door and the smile slowly faded.

The person he wanted to charm was already lying on the bed, facing the balcony of the room, which means that all night will be on his back to Alana.

"Bang Arun.." his great-grandson mewek.