I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
Third Man

I'm still waiting for when this love will vanish chewed by time. The banner still ceaselessly looms. Again myself. Died away. His mistake, many years ago, has now been repeated.

Dhea had already decided after thinking all night. He will not put himself into being the one who deserves the feeling of Panji back. Panji is married.

However, actually. Without Dhea keeping her distance, Panji is gone. It was a few days after their last meeting. After the dramatic events in the hospital rooftop. After all, both of them were completely finished. Panji had no sign of contacting him.

Should Dhea re-build a high wall for Panji? That work? Couldn't a single hug Panji back manage to knock him down like last day?

'What's the Panji now? Having dinner with his wife? Or prepare for a thrilling night together?' ask Dhea in my heart.

"Godghhhmm!" Luna cleared her throat trying to resuscitate Dhea from her daydream. Unsuccessful. "Dhe, think what?"

"Pennants." Dhea answered with a blank look. He was half conscious.

"Who?" luna was as if in disbelief. How could Dhea who was previously convinced to avoid Panji, now again end up thinking about it?

"Eh ... What, Brother?" Dhea who realized being nervous was not playing.

"Your sweatbelt." Luna gave a hint with her gaze. Too busy daydreaming to the point that Dhea forgot to install her seatbelt. Luna stepped on the accelerator of her car and drove away from the hospital basement. "Dhea .... "

"Yes, Brother?" Dhea turned to Luna who was still focused behind later.

"You know how I'm doing with Mas Fahri?"

"Hmmm .... " Dhea just muttered because she expected to go where Luna was talking.

"Remove Banner. He belongs to his wife. I know he used to be yours but not now. Now his wife is more entitled to the Panji. If you are flirting with people .... "

"Owns?" cut Dhea.

"You don't want me to finish?" Luna was a little upset.

"Sister Luna likens me to a woman who approaches your husband? That low?" Dhea went straight to the core of Luna's previous conversation.

"Yes!" luna replied firmly. The woman was indeed anti-nonsense let alone cover up. He always talks facts alias as it is.

"Sir Luna .... "

"Why? you don't accept it?" challenge Luna. "Dhea, the people out there won't consider your position and your reasons. They'll just look at the fact that you're approaching people's husbands. You're the third person." Luna tried to explain.

"Yes .... "

"And Panji's wife will remain a victim in the eyes of the people."

"Can't I just think about that guy?"

"We're not just thinking about it. You miss her! Want to know if it keeps going?" Luna almost blew her anger inside the still-accelerating car.

"For a long time you will want it. Every time you get a chance, you can tease him .... "

"Sir Luna!" Dhea raised her voice.

"Don't snap Brother." Luna's voice intonation is higher than Dhea's.

Dhea and Luna had known each other for about five years. Their closeness began to intertwine in the last three years. It all just happened. Without purpose.

The Flashback

Every pair of eyes around Luna and Sintia put up a spotlight of mindfulness. Maybe more similar to the term kepo. Fortunately they were not famous artists or officials. Maybe tomorrow morning will appear the hottest news with a tagline that attracts many readers.

Luna, a young doctor, is running over the woman who took her husband. Fahri, a young businessman is caught cheating. The most amazing, Sintia newcomer model turned out to be the third person in the Luna and Fahri household.

"All wives remain wrong until the husband looks for another. Who told you to be a busy doctor. No time for a husband." Sintia speaks casually by crossing her right leg over her left leg.

"Shut your mouth!" suhut Luna with unusual eyes. To her, Sintia was a selfless woman. He was the only one who openly teased people's husbands and dared to say disrespectful to his wife.

"Why? Not accept?" Sintia still had time to gulp orange juice order.

"Silent. I don't have time to serve a cheap woman like you. Stay away from Mas Fahri." Luna was about to rush out of her seat immediately.

"What did you say?" Sintia held Luna's right hand and floated the rest of the orange juice she had previously drunk right on Luna's face. "You must shut up!"

Luna was surprised to not expect her face to be showered with cold orange juice in broad daylight like this. He nodded, not reacting. What's he supposed to do?

From distance. Coincidentally at the cafe's corner-most table, Dhea notices what's going on. Seeing Luna, his acquaintance did not react made him growl himself. Dhea hates third people. Moreover, the destroyer of relationships of people he knew.

Dhea picked up her drink glass that was still not reduced. He quickened his pace before Sintia realized that someone was about to attack him.

Dhea sauntered past Luna's desk. "I asked for a drink, Doc," Dhea told the frozen Luna. He took a glass of Luna's drink. Now his hands are busy with two glasses full of drinks.

Arriving at the cafe exit. Without a second thought, the two glasses of drink in Dhea's hand instantly wetted all of Sintia's hair. It flows from the top of his head all over his body.

"I'm just replying to your disrespect!" said Dhea who immediately turned around to put the glasses in her hands on the cafe table. Dhea then pulled Luna's hand. The two of them walked out of the cafe together. They left Sintia who was still dumb as a toothless cow.

End Flashback

Dhea grinned considering the origin of her closeness with Luna first. "I hate the third person. Now Brother Luna is talking to me as if I were a third person."

"I'm talking to warn you. Don't let you be the third person" Luna said.

SERIATE.....