
The next morning, I was ready in the kitchen, and I saw that he was still sleeping in bed. I don't know when he's coming home, it looks like my sleep is really good because of the new mattress. Then when I was busy arranging breakfast at the dinner table, Morgan came with sparkling eyes, making me instantly bumbling bashfully. I seemed to see the figure of a war general from the kingdoms of the past, very dashing and unpretentious.
He smiled, perhaps to make my soul tremble. He looked at me in a half probing manner, perhaps for me to catch a hint of his heart. If I were a musician, I would play the purest rhythm of all human soul expression; if I were a painter, I would play, I'm going to etch the best color in a beautiful sketch as I witness the wonders of the world in the frame of a Villain. God, I'm not an artist. I could only capture his energy-filled presence, letting myself drift and follow his every wild and mysterious word of heart.
“You ever thought of a haircut? Or shave the beard and mustache that has mastered your face?”
“Never, bother.”
“It's long and bushy so. Is there any special meaning? Like let you look more sad, and deepen your character as a criminal?”
“No, if it is not comfortable then I just cut.”
“Means now still convenient?”
“How yes... it feels like I've aged”
“Why? You are handsome!”
“Not so! When I was twenty years old like you, I was less happy with long hair let alone a crack like this. I must have straightened it out. I am very careful with hair that starts to lengthen. I think only parents who have not paid attention to appearance, but it seems like it is all wrong.”
“Salah?”
“Thinking bother cutting hair it's a sign of old”
I was silent for a moment, then smiled knots at him, “Mas Morgan..
“Whispering!” he snorted with a voice I could hear.
After breakfast, we continued our activities. Morgan sat in the front seat of the balcony of the room while reading the newspaper, wearing a cigarette with a distinctive style: half-down, bring the face closer to the lighter, and protect the flame using the palm of the hand. Meanwhile, the wind keeps on bothering the storm from out there.
I was busy tidying up the rooms, putting the books together in a special closet. The books he kept and piled up in the cardboard, I cleaned and then I arranged them completely.
“I've read everything, there's even something I've read repeatedly. If you have free time you can also read it.”
I look up at him, then answer “Iya, I will read if there is free time.”
“Sip. So you are not too busy at home, after finishing cleaning up.”
“Hmm, Thank you”
Morgan then turned his face back to look at the panorama of the sky from outside the balcony. I was pensive as I opened the locker in the closet, I saw again the sacred object that made Morgan angry the first time I came here. Right, it's a gun.
Every now and then I looked outside watching Morgan's movements, when I felt safe, out of high curiosity, I grabbed back the deadly weapon. I want to hide this black thing. Because, because he was the one I lost my first kiss, I got mad at Morgan, and Morgan acknowledged his identity as a criminal.
This time this Firearm touched my palm again. I looked carefully and carefully.
“Dessert Eagle..” from the shape of this gun is not a random gun that can be owned by a homeless robber like Morgan. let alone not just about the design, just about the design, I also remember when Morgan explained the details of this firearm. “It was Desert Eagle, a deadly pistol made abroad. With magnum bullets that can besides stab can also create explosions on targets.”.
made abroad, and the impact of it.. clearly this is not a careless and cheap object, how can a Morgan can have it?
Oh, Goddamn. I quickly put it back in the locker. When I heard the sound of a chair being pushed by Morgan.
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