Destiny with You
Hera's jealousy

Sunlight emits its light in the morning entering the kitchen window. A woman was busy cooking. Hera is a person who does not like to waste time to relax on holidays, for him holidays are very useful to channel his hobby, that day he intends to cook chikken white curry, for example, he was already making his curry sauce as much as one pan, when Rachel entered his kitchen.

The tiptoed Rachel was about to pick up the milk box that was on the top, Hera just turned her head for a while then focused on stirring her sauce, suddenly the corner of her eyes caught Dzikra's hand was taking the milk box for Rachel, who was looking for her, quickly Hera immediately turned her head and glared at Dzikra.

"Would you like some milk?" tanya Dzikra softly sambal thrust his box.

"Yes, here. Hehe" answered Rachel with a shy smile.

"Yes, I've washed the water" said Dzikra gently and covered the water and filled it with water.

"Eh, thank you" replied Rachel with a warm smile Hera.

Hera kept her eyes on Dzikra who was gentle with Rachel, Dzikra knew Hera was watching her but pretended not to care about her whereabouts. Hera was getting annoyed, the curry that she stirred spilled everywhere.

" Ra, it's a lot of water spilling everywhere.' said Rahel turned the gaze of Hera who continued to look at the Dzikra full of emotion not paying attention to his hand.

"Oh yes." Hera answered in panic immediately turning off the stove.

Hera then tiptoed to pick up the condiments on the shelf, while beside him the Dzikra was heating the panned water no matter what. Hera was getting worse, she snorted and took a chair. Dzikra then brewed the milk and handed it to Rachel. Hera continued to stare at the two people very sharply, her feet not paying attention to the pedestal.

Bruk! Aww! hera shouted down to hit the floor, her legs sprained.

Dzikra just turned his head and did not help him, he thought Hera was looking for his attention. Hera continued to stare at Dzikra who had turned her gaze to look at Rachel.

"Dziiiii! can you help me stand up?" hera exclaimed but there was no answer and Dzikra was indifferent.

" Loh Ra, "Alfarid suddenly appears and helps Hera stand up. Dzika immediately turned to hear Alfarid's voice, he immediately grieved.

" Thank you, brother," said Hera while staring angrily at the Dzikra who was staring at him as well,

" Your legs are blue, Ra!" alfarid pointed at his feet.

"Ah, yes it's okay brother, later also healed using ointment" said Hera smiled knots at Alfarid, who was not happy,

Alfarid saw Hera walking out of the kitchen, but soon Dzikra grabbed Hera's arm and dragged her, Hera cringing in pain.

"Dzik, don't be rude to women!" snapped Alfarid.

Hera stared intently at Dzikra, and tried to let go of his hand, but Dzikra glared at him and gripped him even more. They also glared at each other.

" OK!" Shouts of Dzikra on Hera.

Dzikra then held Hera in a Bridal style, Rachel and Alfarid were astonished by the attitude of the Dzikra, Hera screamed banging her chest to be lowered, but Dzikra with a foresight ignored Hera who thrashed, he sped up his steps up the stairs then went into the room and threw Hera on the bed. Hera immediately stared intently at Dzikra who just went out of the room. Hera could only sigh, she silently cried from her leg and wound.  But then the door was heard opening again, Hera immediately lay sideways, then pulled her blanket up to her head.

Hera hid behind a blanket covering her cries, but Dzikra could hear Hera's hiccup. Dzikra immediately glanced at the mound of blankets on the mattress.

Fucking women! inner Dzikra

The blanket that covered Hera's legs felt exposed, someone touched her ankles, Hera immediately got up, apparently Dzikra was sitting beside the bed and massaging Hera's legs.

"Take it easy!" grumbled Dzikra without seeing Hera.

"If it's troublesome, you don't have to do it" said Hera, who had collapsed back and pulled her leg, but was held back by the Dzikra who took a sharp note towards her.

"Dziiik! Stopit! it's sick!" hera said without looking at the Dzikra, he did not like to see the angry Dzikra.

“Please yourself!” Dzikra threw the ointment towards Hera while exiting the room.

Hera could only stare at the cold and labile man's back as it passed out of her room, Hera then

picking up the phone on his nightstand, he saw seven missed calls from Rangga. Hera astonished not

usually Rangga called him many times like there was something important. Hera then tried calling back. But Rangga's phone is not active, Hera began to worry that something happened, she immediately called Rangga's mother, but the same is not active. Hera immediately got up from her bed her legs dragged she walked out of

room rush. Dzikra immediately intercepted him.

“Where are you going?” tanya Dzikra confronted Hera and looked at her sharply.

“ I want to go to Rangga's house,” replied Hera.

“For what?” tanya Dzikra looked up sharply.

“I'm worried something happened to him.” Hera said as her eyes glazed over.

“ I go first,” said Hera passed leaving Dzikra still pecking there.

****

Hera already stands in a house that is quite beautiful compressed housing. Hera pressed the bell and said her greetings, but there was no answer, the house seemed uninhabited. Hera was silent feeling more and more anxious, she was pacing in front of the gate. He then sat down and leaned over the gate. Rangga during college often feel a tremendous headache, due to hit by a wrong target arrow during training.  A mother with a child coming home from the market stopped to see Hera sitting in front of the gate.

“Neng, why is it there? The house was empty two days ago,” said the mothers.

Hera immediately looked up at the direction of the voice and looked at him. The mother smiled and left to leave Hera. He then fell silent, Rangga could not be contacted and also his parents.

Where did that boy go? and what happened to her? Why worry me?  Inner Hera, while deciding to go home.

****

Hera sat in the chair while her legs were electrocuted by the masseuse, which made Hera complain many times. His leg muscles feel like they want to break, plus his legs rotate making him repeatedly stir until the water

eye.  The masseur smiled.

“ Aduuuh neng, just sick so early already want to be nanggis, what if you want to menggahirin children,” said the female masseuse sambal smelled a smile.

“ Hem... Yes mbok, I was never electrocuted,” said Hera blushed.

“ Hahaha Neng, if you've been eating this way nothing.” Said the masseuse again talking about giving birth.

Yes deh-iya deh bu, I have never given birth, so I can not bandingin, inner Hera felt annoyed masseuse humiliate the pain he experienced.

“ Neng want all massaged it?” ask the masseuse while smiling shyly.

“ What?” ask Hera Wonder.

“ Ituya, let cepet have children.” Said the mother to put on her smile.

“ No, this is enough,” said Hera did not understand the words of the masseuse.

“ How mbok? Severe no?” tanya Dzikra who suddenly appeared in Hera's room.

“Waah, Den. At most two days also healed,” said the masseuse called mbok.

“Oh Thank goodness,” said Dzikra while sitting on the side of the bed watching Hera being massaged while electrocuted.

“Den Dzikra certainly can not be long yes,” said the masseuse blushed.

“ Yes, “ replied Dzikra briefly and focused on staring at Hera.

“ Den Dzikra want all massaged also no? Let's be satisfied with Heranya?” said the masseuse with a smile.

“Hah?” Dzikra was still confused looking at Hera who was staring at him as well.

“Ah, den Dzikra is like that, at that time do not understand!” said the masseur.

“ Mean mbok?” ask Dzikra.

“ It is, let it be Ok, “ said the masseuse while pointing with his eyes towards Dzikra. Hera and Dzikra looked at each other and opened their eyes

“TIDAAAK!” the answer of both partners was quite surprising to the masseur, almost making him hang.

Instantly the masseur immediately shook his hands, cleaning the stun tools. Hera and Dzikra felt guilty towards the masseur Mbok, who already looked terrified. Dzikra immediately gave him a drink, which was received by Mbok with a trembling. Hera smiled and grabbed the masseuse's hand.

“Still yes mbok, we are not angry with mbok” said Hera with a smile.

***

“ Coffee?” a flight attendant asked a young man.

“ did not” replied the young man without turning to the flight attendant, his eyes just staring at the window.

SERIATE....