Criminal: I Love Criminals!
Sleeping With Him Under the Orange Sky

The afternoon wind blew against my neck. Along the way I held Morgan's jacket from behind. But the path changed, not the direction of the way home.then on the lonely side of the road, Morgan pointed far ahead. A small shop in the middle of the hallway.

“Tomorrow the night I took it there, it was our target place. I teach you how, so you also try not to trouble me.”

My eyes glared far, far away..to the place where he pointed, my mind floated imagining if I could, and where would I end up if I failed? Morgan sat sweetly in front of me and looked unpretentious, wearing simple yet proper clothes. He looked back smiling at me as if his face was on cue, don't be afraid you can. Then he pulled my hand in an unexpected motion, he pulled my hand until my chest was docked at his back, then around him my hand was on his stomach.

“I want to speed, want to go to the toilet.we stop by the supermarket and then you try to understand and learn the location conditions. Understand right?” said me.

I just nodded, he moved so fast. After teaching him how to use a gun, he also directly taught the practice of field robbing. Even though it's still in a small supermarket.

The wind blew very fast, with a sound that could be heard by the ears. Wash washes passed by just like that, until we finally arrived and Morgan parked his motorcycle.

Morgan went in first and I followed behind him. I opened the self-service door carefully so as not to flashy. The atmosphere is quiet, because it turns out this supermarket is quiet visitors. I noticed every corner of the supermarket, while he was relaxing just straight in search of the toilet. somehow the wind rippled more intense than usual, added again because of the cold temperature released by the machine in the corner of this room. Anxiety began to overwhelm me, throwing me between the music played by the cashier through his cell phone and Morgan's torturous gaze. It was as if I had become a defendant on trial in a small supermarket on a deserted street. The wrong court.

“Be calm, as always,” he said.

I think he saw my nervous attitude. But I was more surprised when he then greeted the cashier warmly, they were both men maybe his chat so connect. I just went deeper to get around. Not long after a hand suddenly slapped my shoulder, I flinched when that person turned out to be Morgan.

“I got the information, from the cashier guy. When I get home, I tell you. I go to the toilet first.”

He then went to the road beside me, and entered into a small room at the end of these shelves. I kept on crabbing and waiting for Morgan to come out. Then about a few minutes later, with a smile concluded Morgan again approached me who began to look suspicious because from earlier just around to and fro.

“Old...!!” my grumbling to him.

“Iya..”

Along the way I was silent for a long time, thinking about how hard it was to row between two corals. So heavy, that it was as if I had to share my life with the thought of dinner. I'm running out of ideas for what to cook.

“Morgan, what side dish would you like to eat dinner?” I said with a voice swept by the wind, but apparently it can still be heard by him. “I want grilled fish and potato paste”

After coming home from the supermarket, as usual, I was cooking in the kitchen and she was sitting on the porch, reading the newspaper she had neglected since morning. The calm atmosphere enveloped us. A calm atmosphere created from the friendly afternoon air. The sharp light of the sun began to recede and the cool air flowed all around, rubbing his back and tired mind. I brewed coffee for him to fight the drowsiness that I'm a little bit here. Maybe he will slowly get back to fresh.

I came out with a cup of coffee, but apparently he was asleep. His eyes didn't move a bit, it seemed very deep. His hands were crossed on his chest as usual. The afternoon wind blew again cool and cool. I put down the coffee, and put it on the table, the newspaper still clutched in his arms trying to grab me.

“Rarely to fall asleep like this, the wind is strong can enter the wind.” I said slowly.

I opened his hands slowly and carefully so as not to wake him, but I had not finished taking the newspaper in his arms, with an unexpected movement, suddenly Morgan's big hand so quickly grabbed my wrist that I lost control of my body and fell in his arms I was shocked when Morgan also wrapped his hand around my back, so I'm having trouble getting out.

“Morgan.. Hey wake! Sleep in the room, outside the wind is strong once you can catch a cold.” I said while pushing his body.

“Warm.. I'm cold. I will definitely always protect you” Morgan said slowly, it looks like he is delirious.

I tried to rebel even though I was comfortable with our current position. Morgan's body was very warm, and his heart beat rhythm was as beautiful as a harmonious lullaby, as I slumped my face over his chest. I don't know what, the longer I became resigned and happy when Morgan even more tightly embraced me. He gave me a rare peace in the beautiful twilight rods. Vegetables chirping birds that began to roost unpretentiously scramble places along the electric cabal as the sky begins to rise, a peaceful harmony of nature. I'm getting sleepy. I took a deep look at my eyes and slept in her arms, her body much more comfortable than the folding mattress she bought back then. As the sun disappeared, in front of the balcony, Morgan and I slept on their laps while sharing the warmth. Happy break Morgan.