The Bitter Three's
The Taste That Is Too Intertwined

Alwa shut up first.

His brain studied with logic for a while.

Then the woman shook her head while clucking in concern, "Mas Raka is sick again huh? Because of the cold times, right? So wear Mas's shirt, do I want kerokin?" ask Alwa.

"Huh? I'm in good health, Ma'am,"

"That pain reaches to the brain, using my proposal all,"

Raka sneered as she grabbed her t-shirt and jeans, and put them on.

I heard Alwa sneezing again.

"Mbak, even though Miss Susan is julid, just wear her pajamas. It's been contaminated with my drool too" Raka snorted.

"Iyaaa yaa," muttered Alwa sambi snatching the glove and pajama suit of those gray long-sleeved pants.

Raka also turned her body while continuing to enjoy her coffee while facing the window.

"Mas Raka lives alone?"

"No, there's a nemenin,"

"Huh? Who's mas? Waduh I change clothes anyway!"

"That's Bang Ruwo in the corner, same Jeng Coak behind the ceiling, hehe,"

"Who?" alwa asked for repetition.

"Genderuwo and cockroaches,"

A pillow drifted to Raka, accompanied by the loudest voice of Raka who was happy to see Alwa in a rage.

"Ukhti time fearing demons, heck," ridiculed Raka. The man grabbed a pillow from the floor and reflexively turned to throw it back onto the sofa beside Alwa.

And he saw Alwa half naked. Her wet black hair decomposed and her underwear was black, contrasting with her bright skin. The woman was in the condition of unbuttoning the pajamas she was about to wear.

Raka took a deep breath, then turned back before it was discovered that she was caliph.

Then rub his head.

Why, Oh God?

Why are there so many sexy women in my life, I am even interested in this one?!

Do I have any abnormalities, so pebinor?!

Aren't there still many other women who are similar to Mbak Alwa but still single, waiting in ta'aruf?!

Again Raka's mind and mind raged fiercely.

Damnit damnit!

This is more than not being able to sleep ...

"So how's Ma'am? Make my nemenin to my sister's wedding only really, in Kampung Lestari. You see, my foster mother kept seeing me,"

"Are there no other women besides me?"

"Find the hard, my squirm tattooed and whiny even on the run,"

"I've married Mas, after all it's the fall of lying,"

"Then I ask Mr. David's permission, yes,"

"No, I'm worried about her problem,"

"Are you asking him to take the lead?"

"Well?!"

"We don't have to pretend, either,"

"Eh! Just hold on!!" alwa exclaimed in panic and walked over to Raka, then stood before the man.

But Raka was even widened because of the way Alwa put a holster on his head so like a real ninja, "Mbak Alwa want to help tv? His style is very convincing Mbaaaaak,"

"It's a sheath, it's stiff but slippery! There's no safety pins!" Omel Alwah.

"Yeah I put the hijab in the washing machine first yaa, there is an automatic dryer,"

"Huh? Mas Raka washing machine there is a dryer, but why still stay in the rented one door anyway Mas? Where's the slum in the alley anyway,"

"The problem here is a lot of Ma'am. I don't like the big house like in the complex, the neighbors don't know each other, can't chat here and there, the greengrocer does not go through the front of the house, if not for his difficult time," Raka smirked.

"Yes yes, in childhood many snacks passed in front of the house in the village. If in Jakarta Abi's house is large and in the elite area, so want to buy vegetables ato jajan must use a car," Alwa nodded in agreement.

"Reverse to the initial topic," Raka reminded.

"Oh yes, Mas Raka, if Mas Raka proposed to me out of pity for me, I'm angry!"

"What can be pitied? There was a cry a second later it was this cry,"

"But my heart is hurting, you know,"

Alwa was silent for a moment, "He's my husband,"

"That's not the answer,"

"It's appropriate that the husband and wife love each other, right?"

Raka stood leaning against the wall while folding her hands together on her chest.

"When I saw Miss Susan kissing Mr. David, it hurt me?"

"I was heartbroken when Abi left me without permission,"

"I asked him what, he answered what,"

Alwa snorted while turning her face away. "What is Mas Raka's business wondering that?"

"Oh," Raka was slightly offended. But he just sighed, then sat down on the sofa. "If Mbak Alwa does not want to accompany me ya gapapa, I can take Sisca,"

Alwa's round eyes grew. "Sisca? Doctor Sisca?"

Raka nodded, "Everytime you stay overnight, he's been taking me back for a long time to be his girlfriend again anyway,"

"Mas" hiss Alwa.

"Hm?"

"The courtship cannot, let alone religious differences, be invalid, the law,"

"Well, I like dong. Marriage is not necessarily love for each other. Love can come later, which is important to feel each other first,"

"need? In what way? A lust? Not afraid of sins?" Alwa seems to sewot and does not like the topic raised by Raka, but instead of avoiding her instead of targeting Raka.

"At least, from physical relationships, such as kissing, hugging, intercourse, what else if the name is not in need of each other? **** that's a basic human need,"

A BLUKK!!

Alwa hits Raka with a pillow. It was quite tight until Raka was a bit dizzy.

When he wanted to protest, Raka raised her head and saw Alwa's strange condition.

The woman's face was red, full of anger as well as sadness. And his eyes were back in tears.

"Basically male crocodile! The playwright!" Alwa.

"Why angry? It's none of Alwa's business, is it?" Raka moved while standing up to challenge Alwa.

"Yes yes! But is it okay to do sek-s with a woman who is not such a wife?! If it's another guy I don't care!"

"What happened to Madam Alwa when Mr. David said he wanted to marry Ms. Susan? Did Madam Alwa hit her with a pillow, too?"

"That's a different thing!"

"Me and Mr. David are both men. Shouldn't Madam Alwa be angry?"

"I told you, it's different!"

"Don't worry Ma'am, even if later I married Sisca, if Mbak Alwa wants to be my second wife also can,"

PLAKK!!

A loud slap landed on Raka's cheek.

Hot and sore, Raka's ears immediately buzzed but she was still able to stand upright. Only his face moved.

Alwa looked at him full of heartache and gasped in anger. It felt like he wanted to curse Raka with dirty words.

Raka just looked at him coldly. The man waits until Alwa can take control of him.

"I want to go home" murmured Alwa afterwards. He turned towards the door.

But Raka's hand held her wrist. "The rain hasn't stopped yet,"

"I shouldn't be here,"

"That's true, but it's done," Raka sighed as she pulled Alwa into her arms.

Hugged the woman tightly in her arms. Alwa was suffocated in shock.

"Ma-Mas-Mas Raka ... "

"I lied. Sisca was never on my agenda" Raka kissed Alwa on the forehead.

With the woman's breath.

"Since when, you have taken my heart. Basic bini people," said Raka slowly.

"Mas ... "

Alwa could not continue his sentence. Raka pulled her chin to look up, towards Raka's face.

Because the next man kissed Alwa's lips.