Two Traitors
Bag 2's. Take after

Pov Ira's

"Who's wearing perfume spilled sir? Darling dong perfume expensive when wearing perfume spilled," I replied carving a smile on thin lips, although feeling upset instead of the praise I get, even the work thrown by Kak Dali.

"Well, you don't think, it's noon...! I can dizzy my head if it's side by side with this smell" he replied, looking snorting.

"Silver as a woman, her mouth is fussy...! so not to Farid's house?"

"So.., please order a car online," he asked, turning his face away, his nose was like running out of oxygen.

I was annoyed, because instead of him praising, even talking nonchalantly. Seeing her getting away even more want to tease her, I sat next to Kak Dali, then took out a mobile phone to order a taxi.

"There are still many empty places, Why are you sitting here?"

"Serak Sir...!" I answered her with a smile. Without caring about her chatter again, I started ordering the car to go to Mr. Farid's house.

The longer the babbling, the more happy to hear it, this is one form of attention given by Kak Dali, maybe only the disclosure is different.

"Already Sir...! Maybe in a few minutes the car will arrive" I said.

"Thank you! Oh yes, you if you wear perfume does not have to be much like this," he said that has subsided a little, not ranting like mothers who are bidding on sales at the vegetable maker.

"Why, shouldn't that woman be fragrant?"

"Emang should be, but the smell is simple, if it is excessive Not that it is not good?"

"So you like it, if I wear such a calm perfume?" I asked while raising my eyes to look at the eyeballs that look so beautiful, clean eyeballs with deep black.

"No...! that's not it, I mean if you don't overdo it, there'll be a lot of people who like you"

"Doesn't my sister like me?" I asked who kept staring at his face.

"Like what?" asked Kak Dali while turning his face, not wanting to fight with me.

"Yes, like....! what do you like...?" I replied that I felt confused, because Dali's brother seemed to avoid, when I invited him to speak such a serious thing.

"Because, weird...! if I may give advice as a brother to his sister, From now on you must be more mature, how to dress you must also be more polite, indeed Mr. Arfan does not mind someone's clothes, and from now on you must be more mature, but as much as possible we should know ourselves,"

"That means that you don't like sexy girls like me, you prefer feminine girls like Kak Calista?"

"It's not me...! but you have to start to mature yourself in the way you dress. Don't you love how your body is enjoyed by others?"

"I mean enjoyed?"

"You are so beautiful, there must be many men who are very interested in you, even though they do not dare to reveal and have you, but their eyes can enjoy your body, through open clothes!"

"Seriously said I'm pretty?" I'm the one who can't believe he said that, my nose feels like it's about to fly.

"Yes you're beautiful, you're a girl" she replied, which made me feel blown out of space.

I was already breathing to continue the conversation, but my phone rang, after I saw the car driver online, I quickly picked him up.

"I'm in front of mom" a man's voice told me.

"His car arrived?" Ask Kak Dali who looks curious.

"Sister, let's go!"

Finally we both walk side by side towards the exit, I feel like I want to hold his arm that looks slightly stocky, shirt that covers are unable to hide the muscles that are in his arms, he said, I think it'll probably be very comfortable when I'm holding.

Arriving in the car, after confirming that I ordered it. The driver also allowed to get into his car, without making small talk the car began to drive towards Mr. Farid's house.

On the way there is not much talk, because Kak Dali he is more closed when in the presence of others. But I often advised him, although sometimes it looks indifferent when in front of his friends or other employees, this makes me believe that Kak Dali actually wants me.

Since the first time when there were two men who visited Kak Ari, who had just experienced depression after being raped by his superior.I who initially felt sad because I had hung my life to Kak Ari, who had just been raped, but at that time the person asked for help, which was used as the backbone in the family experiencing pain, so my hope for survival slowly began to disappear, Maybe I'll live like other women who don't have good luck.

My imagination used to be the most I could work as a shopkeeper or saleswoman, because I was sure I could not continue my studies, but after the arrival of two men who claimed the names of Arfan and Dali to the house, and then my life changed. Mr. Arfan who wants to start opening his business again, he invited me to work part time, but even so according to some employees Kak Ari is a favorite employee of Mr. Arfan, he invited me to work part time, because even though I was young, there were many achievements achieved by Ari, so I got the privilege, even though I still got the same salary as the employees in general.

At first I hoped that Mr. Arfan who did not have a wife was a little interested or glanced at me, But unfortunately let alone glance at chatting never, all he did was seriousness about the work he was talking about.

My heart was broken when I heard that he wanted to marry a woman named Karla, a woman who was not much different from me, a woman who lived on the outskirts of Kali Cimandiri, but was saved by a prince from the upper caste. It was my dream that was taken by the village girl.

After my boss' marriage, for days I didn't eat well, didn't drink well, it felt like I was the most failed woman in life, because the man I craved she would rather ask someone else, instead, but when I graduated from college, Kak Dali who always encouraged and advised like a brother, gradually I began to divert my target, because either Mr. Arfan or Kak Dali made no difference, no difference, they are both handsome, equally smart, equally have characters that I do not get from other men.

"Where's the house, ma'am?" asked the taxi driver to surprise me.

Before answering I scanned the area outside the car window, it turns out that now I have arrived at the Pak Farid housing complex

"Why silence, did you forget?" ask Dali because I don't answer.

"Not forgetting, but I want to breathe first. continue sir, later in front there is a fork near the power pole, you take a left turn, from there it is close" answers explained.

The car continued to run slowly, as many sleeping policemen were laid down, my eyes continued to scan towards the front fearing Mr. Farid's house was missed.

"Isn't that your car?" I made sure while pointing towards the front, where there was a car parked outside the house.

"Well that's my car, why is it outside?" asked the same Kak Dali staring in astonishment.

"In front stop sir...!" the same door as the driver after approaching the parked car.

"Good ma'am...!" replied the taxi driver, after reaching the gate of Pak Farid's house, he stopped his car.

"Thank you very much, sir...!" I said while the mangosteen saluted.

"Sama-sama Ma!" the taxi driver then drove to continue his work.

CBenar is this his house?" asked Brother Dali while staring at me.

"Bec...! who's car is this?" I asked while smiling.

"Is there no one?" said Brother Dali did not mengubris my words.

I also stared at the courtyard of the house, which looked very quiet but the lights were still on, indicating that the house was empty uninhabited. But it makes me feel astonished that Mr. Farid went, usually let alone not to work, when he came a bit late he would have told me, in the carport area there was a parked Avanza silver car, which was a car, this adds to the thinking material.