Love With Candidates
Fainted

When Alya finished bathing, Satria asked her to relax and wait for her on the sofa

Instead of staying silent, Alya opened some college assignments and started working on them.  

While making tea in the other corner, Satria silently continued to look at the face of the woman in front of her. 

'Alya, it turns out that God has been listening to my do'a. I love you in silence, and I can finally have you without having to snatch from Brother Adit. God sent you for me. How could Kak Aditya do that stupidity, he should be careful and not impregnate the woman named Kinan. 

"Satria, it's cold, so don't make the tea, I'm even daydreaming." chirped Alya while looking at the man who kept looking at him from a distance.

"Yes, Al. Patience. The water just boiled. You're afraid you've finished drinking my tea even bloated."

Satria smiled looking at Alya. Alya glanced at her and also smiled, then the woman focused again with the books in front of her.

Seen Alya while smiling alone has made Satria's heart misbehave. The soul of Playboy Satria suddenly disappeared since knowing his sister-in-law's candidate. Any woman seems like there is nothing interesting in her eyes.

Before marrying Satria had repeatedly tried to forget Alya and tried to anchor her heart with two girls, the woman was none other than Rosa and Elisha two of the children of the family were, and the two children were, But in fact the two beautiful girls on campus were unable to make himself forget his future sister-in-law. 

 Rosa and Elisha were not able to make Satria's heart shake and turned away from Alya, finally their relationship was only a close friend. 

After the water boils Satria immediately brews the tea into a teapot and takes two available glasses. 

Satria immediately handed over the tea in front of Alya, then she sat down next to him. 

"So seriously, you can't!"

Satria shifted her seat closer and closer. 

"Still trying, you want to teach me?"

"Can. Here's the decetin to me the book."

Alya shifted her book in front of Satria. Satria accepted it and began to notice the lesson Alya was working on. 

Alya, Deket here I want to explain, if the number one to five is correct, only the number six is still wrong."

Satria pulled Alya's arm closer. "I can explain this wrong, but if you're this far, you won't understand." Satria patted her thigh.

"Don't Satria mode, this I'm very close to you. I let it go wrong number six. I don't want to be taught the same perverted guy as you."

"Alya, you don't be so stubborn."

"If you insist, I go home" threatened Alya.

"All right I'm sorry, take a good look, let me teach you how." Satria began to explain in detail the formulas used to solve the mathematical problem facing Alya.

Alya continued to pay attention to Satria's lips which kept moving in front of her. The shape of the lips is very similar to Aditya, it just belongs to Satria a little thinner.

Moments like this again reminded Aditya who used to always help him. 

Even Aditya once taught her while holding her beautiful body when she came to the office where her lover used to work. 

Alya often presents Aditya a kiss if he gets a perfect score. 

"Alya understood not yet." Satria clenched Alya's waist making their bodies not spaced anymore. Satria boldly kissed Alya's cheek.

"Satria, that's enough, I now understand!" said Alya who arrived suddenly he was groggy and wanted to be alone. 

"You've seriously understood."

"Yes, I'll do it later. I want to own Satria. Let me out for a minute."

"Alya! I'm coming! "

"Don't Sat, I'll be right back."

"Alright, put on the jacket." the man thrust his warm clothes, still clueless Alya suddenly changed.

Alya took the jacket given by Satria, she brought it but never wore it.

Satria peeked at Alya from the cottage window, Satria saw Alya's shoulder shaken as it held back her cries.  The woman he used to admire for always being cheerful and smiling was crying while leaning her head on the coconut trunk.

'Alya, I didn't think that my decision would be like this, if I knew this marriage only made you suffer more I might not decide to marry you. It's my fault.'

Satria just continued to look while shaking the window curtain, she did not dare to approach Alya. 

Satria actually panicked to see Alya who began to get cold, drizzle also began to wet the earth, the longer the drizzle turned into heavy rain.

Alya long time crying until his head back dizzy, since the marriage was canceled, Alya very easy headache, Alya also had not had time to see a doctor.  

An hour went by and no one moved from their own place. Satria saw Alya's body dazed under the tree that he had made the backrest. 

Satria immediately ran and carried him. He doesn't care about Alya's wet body. Satria immediately laid on the only bed in the cottage.

"Alya! Why do you have to torture yourself like this!"

Well, if I never deserve you, I'll go Alya, I'll go and do as you please." Satria is upset with Alya's attitude that is not open with her. Satria was also upset Alya no intention to learn to accept him. 

Alya's tears are getting worse. He knew Satria was angry, his efforts these few days to get his attention were indeed unbearable. He was willing to work after college. He was willing to drop his pride in front of him in order to be seen as a responsible husband. 

Satria was about to go get a towel, but Alya held the sturdy arm that contained the large watch. 

"Where are you going Sat."

Satria silent. Looking at Alya for a moment then turned his face again. 

"I'm sorry." said Alya again with trembling lips. Pale. 

"Nothing's wrong. I'm the one who's wrong." Satria removed Alya's hand from her arm using her other hand.  

Alya sighed, feeling guilty.

But no matter what is done so far, he does not want to pretend to love, pretend to be happy, and always look happy if the reality is that there is no feeling.

"We're home, I don't want to keep you here any longer. I'll call Aditya's sister she hasn't stopped looking for you yet." Satria's words sounded cold. His eyes were empty too. Satria must be confused what steps will be taken in the future.

"Why do I have to go to Aditya."

"He's got a car, if you get on the bike I'm worried."

"But I don't want one car with him."

"Why Al? Don't worry about me, not that you're ...."

"I don't want to, I'll stay here."

Satria made some more tea after handing Alya the towel. Alya clothes stock is no longer there, Aditya had bought a stel change shirt to wear at night, now the money is no longer there. 

One hundred thousand may not be enough for breakfast tomorrow morning and buy one shirt stel. 

Alya you wear this shirt first, the rain is getting heavier and the night is getting late, I don't know where there are still shops open.

Satria thrusting shorts and shirts that will definitely be overstretched when worn. And the interior he was wearing was also wet, there was no way Alya should wear wet interior, would definitely be free to change clothes, while the other one was still dirty. 

"Wear it, it's okay, I can wear this shirt only" Satria saw his clothes were still clean.

Alya said, she walked carefully to the bathroom and changed clothes immediately. A slightly transparent white t-shirt, worn without an interior, not to mention the bottom is only wearing pants with knee length.

Satria Seeing Alya coming out of the bathroom, she was seen walking while slightly bending over. Alya was afraid Satria would see two of hers that increasingly look taper because they were not safe. 

Satria is not a very innocent man, his eyes still steal the look to the sensitive part. When he saw the beauty of his wife, suddenly Satria's blood rippled. 

"Satria I will sleep in bed." said Alya later.

"Yes, sleep, I'll be on the couch" Satria replied as she tried to calm her uncompromising heart.