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Ex-lover

Along the way Yara fell silent with tears welling up in both of her eyes, with a deathly pale face and quivering lips holding back tears.

Draga was just silent, he understood Yara needed calm, finally understandingly Draga drove his car to a small dock.

Yara got out of the car and leaned against the guardrail while Draga just sat looking at her from inside the car.

A few minutes passed, Draga came out to invite Yara to talk and went home.

"You met your first love?"

Draga piled his elbow on the guardrail.

"Yes." Yeah."

Yara answered briefly.

"He must be with another woman."

Draga guessed but right.

"Yes." Yeah."

And Yara's cry broke, she cried out loud, as if she had held back for a long time and there was no longer a fortress that could contain her.

"Your crying time is 5 minutes away."

Draga was already on the verge of his patience, he could no longer wait from time to time.

"What?"

"Let's go home, otherwise I'll leave you."

"You're so mean."

Yara also followed Draga's steps into the car.

Inside the car Draga kept paying attention to the suit worn by Yara.

"By the way whose suit you're wearing, the smell of the man stings very much."

Draga began his interrogation, but Yara was still silent while tightly hugging the suit.

"What's really going on inside that toilet, so you're crying like that?"

"It's not usually that you're so chatty, when you've only had one consultation but the results are really satisfying."

Yara tried to change and shift the subject.

"Don't switch the conversation."

Draga began to get upset, and then fell silent until he got home.

Draga parked his car, got out of the car and without a word entered the house, without assuming there were other humans around.

"Truly a patient of OCD, already can not bear to clean himself, how will he have a wife."

Yara went into her room and immediately laid her body on the bed.

An hour passed and Draga was still cleaning himself in the bathroom. Yara who had fallen asleep finally woke up because she remembered not cleaning herself. After waking up Yara rushed to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Fifteen minutes later Yara was already wearing a t-shirt and hot pants, ready to relax. When he was about to go to the family room, Yara heard the sound of a shower of water that was still flowing from the direction of Draga's room.

"Gosh, our one prince, it's outrageous, I have to stop him."

Then Yara stepped into Draga's room and knocked on her bathroom door very loudly.

"Yes! bad brother! aren't you afraid of your skin peeling?"

While continuously banging on the door Yara shouted.

"Don't bother me! did you know there were a lot of germs and bacteria on the dock."

Draga was still in the bathroom as he answered Yara's screams.

"You! get out now, or I'll break this door down!"

Yara has Judo martial arts skills so to break down the door she is still able so she dares to threaten Draga.

And the threat of Yara succeeds, Draga comes out of the bathroom in her bathrobe.

"It's all because of you! you weak woman."

Draga looks really upset.

"You must remember, said Dr. Alana, you must learn to reduce your habit, if not by half, at least five minutes or fifteen minutes of the time you used to spend."

"Now that you're out of my room, I want to put on some clothes."

Draga drove Yara away like a mosquito.

"Basic of Perfectionist Men."

Yara was sitting in the dining room eating the food she was heating in the microwave. She behaved as usual again, unlike the woman who was heartbroken even she ate so voraciously that she did not care about Draga coming into the kitchen to drink.

"If you do something like that, go into my room again, I'll revoke your right to occupy that room."

Yara was still focused on eating the food in front of her.

"I'll bet you'll have a hard time having a wife, even a lover is impossible, I'm the only one who's your cousin you treat like a mosquito, always using disinfectant to drive me away, cruel."

Draga did not make a speech from Yara's mouth full of roasted chicken.

"So you're assuming I can't have a boyfriend, and there's no way I'm married?"

Draga smiled cynically and looked at Yara sharply.

"Yes, because to find a woman as perfect as the one in your head is almost impossible, you know a Queen of England alone still likes to take a walk to the traditional market, and eat snacks on the side of the road."

Draga fell silent and turned his gaze away from Yara's eyes.

"That means I'll be single for the rest of my life then."

There was a faint sound of desperate tones from Draga's sentence.

"Dad! I'm out of words."

"Yes, finish your food then."

"My advice, focus on your OCD therapy, your determination must be strong, that too if you want in your old age someone to accompany, if I definitely do not want to."

Yara finished her meal and went to sleep.

Draga picked up a cold drink and sat casually in the living room with an indeterminate drifting mind.

***

From the restaurant until the hotel Arthem continued to hug Yara's shirt and fell silent without a sound, making Dhandeli finally growled and locked Arthem's neck with his tiny arms.

"If you don't talk I'll break your neck."

Arthem only tried to remove the lock on his neck but did not try to fight back.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll talk, so let me go now, otherwise the person who saw us would have thought I was your lover."

Dhandeli finally let go of Arthem and sat opposite him.

"Now tell me what really happened? your life is like being taken out of your body all of a sudden after meeting that woman in the toilet."

Arthem fell silent to the question, as it was related to Dhandeli.

"He's my ex-boyfriend."

Dhandeli spouted the drinking water he had swallowed before because he was so distrustful of what he heard.

"You have a lover? in seriously? really did? and she's a woman?"

Arthem frowned dislike.

"What do you mean? I'm normal Dhan."

"Thank God, I'm relieved, all this time I thought you weren't normal because when you were with me your attitude was normal, there wasn't the slightest interest in me."

Arthem laughed and stroked Dhandeli's head with anxiety.

"You're already like my own brother Dhan, where I might have some romance on you"

They laughed along with a very cheerful face.

"Then do you want what your lover's shirt is?"

Dhandeli was curious to be flanked by the woman's shirt later.

"I'll wash it and I'll give it back to her."

With a smile, Dhandeli began to tease Arthem.

"Well the mode to pull back the ex-lover apparently."