Criminal: I Love Criminals!
Sleep, Yuk!

Devastated Morgan's self-defense, for the second time both surfaces of our lips re-encounter. Morgan, do you realize what you're doing? My love immediately burns so great when you give a touch of limit that is not given to just anyone. Once again Morgan, I love you so much and I'll never back down for that.

Apparently outside it was already thick cloudy in the sky, the black clouds in the sky were breaking and the rain fell like crystals. The wind blew out of the window like a deadly rampage that hit us from the outside with great force, because apparently Morgan did not close the window of the room at all. My hair bun on the back so loosened and detached, until the strands fell to touch Morgan's face.

The city was wet with rain and we were soaked by our hearts that it felt like it wanted to explode. As soon as the wind rage subsided, Morgan released her lip kiss on my lips. Then without seeing me, his palm immediately closed the limit on his forehead, so that I who was higher than his position could not look at his facial expression now.

“Ma-sorry, I took a drink first in the kitchen.” Said.

I was silent, still hypnotized by him.

I looked at his back who left me in the room. Then after he left my vision changed looking out the window, looking at the dim sky full of gray clouds. Cloudy filled the night, the stars drowned behind the thickened fog. The cold air is piercing. I walked quickly to the bed to close the window. Only the lights of the city that were lit gave a bright image to the dark. In the midst of all that, and all this that just happened, my memory was disturbed, I felt very uneasy, because I had not found the clarity of what Morgan did to me. I found no satisfaction from the sentence she first said when she let go of her kiss.

After closing the window, I was about to go to the kitchen and next to the door I saw a book on the table that Morgan was wearing. I looked at that yellow-coated scrapbook for quite a long time, it caught my attention. Then I take it, then I open the sheets per sheet. My heart fluttered again, every time I read sentences to paragraphs handwritten by Morgan. It's not like a robbery plot, but a long piece of writing that looks like I know it. I kind of reminisced about something but I don't know if it was.

I thought about it for a long time, until I finally remembered the book I read last week, a red-bound book that told me about an unnatural investigative agent, because the mystery was not in a series of murders. Rather a political game involving science, in which a mysterious scientist, smuggles a misleading theory by human trafficking, in the domination of children, genocide against certain groups in his country, to help the government through a breakthrough by reducing the number and growth of the population that is a burden on the state, while the figure of the scientist himself remains a puzzle.

“It's like a continuation of the book yesterday, but it's still handwritten? Is Morgan the Author?”

I went back to silence. My mind drifted far away leaving the natural limits of my brain. Morgan, what kind of person is he really? Is it true that he is just an ordinary criminal, a real criminal, a thief and not easy to guess.

“Why you?”

Suddenly Morgan appeared with a heavy voice, he was standing at the door right next to where I was standing right now. I mostly daydreamed until I realized Morgan was back from the kitchen.

“Ah, Sorry. I'm gonna go to the kitchen. But I happened to see this book, sorry I was a little curious, so I opened.”

Morgan's forehead shriveled, it seemed like he would be as angry as when I first held his eagle dessert.

“Ngh! Well done, this is a continuation of the previous book, right?the content is quite exciting and the theory by the misleading scientist figures here can really master the mind of the reader, the reader, I am very impressed with this book, especially the ability of the author who is able to discuss his writing in a style that is easy to understand but still fresh. Like a personal experience. But unfortunately this is still handwritten.”

“Sip, Goodbye”

“Morgan, you are the author?”

“That's how.. already ah, sleep yuk. It's night.”

“Seriously, I didn't expect that you had this kind of talent? Why didn't you say? Tell me more, I was curious. Tell me at the dinner table! I haven't eaten.”

“Do not overdo it. Sleep yuk, sleepy. Tomorrow morning our duty is heavy lo!”

“Morgan..!”

With his casual manner, Morgan picked up the book I was holding. He walked slowly towards the bed without regard to my request. Her face was a little annoying as if mocking me, but I was actually tempted. Chiko...Papa you are this beautiful!

“Morgan..”.

“What?” he answered, half his head came out from behind the blanket he had pulled before.

“You want me to accompany him no?"

Morgan pulled the blanket higher until his head was hidden in it, “Stupid!” answer's short.