Criminal: I Love Criminals!
I'm at the Villain's Collector

Real beauty transcends visible physical imagery, but also comes from a mysterious force, almost like a zero in the arithmetic series, that is but difficult to prove, which when traced precisely behind break the basis of the rational mind of man. He had a pure soul, almost like a dream of a lifetime, almost resembling madness.

No one knows where a person's soul lies. Humans only know it by feeling, guessing from what is seen by the eye at a glance. The impression that arises in us concerns his pure soul. He wakes up from a boring mess. Life is like a pet so guarded by his master. He always runs away from everything that colonizes his freedom, disturbs his tranquility. That way his soul is always alive, not depressed, and always has room to move.

“Have eaten, right? Quick there home”

“Bus is a bit difficult here and I have business tonight, if I want to deliver now”.

I sighed, then loudly replied “Om, please pick me”

“What...Om? where there is a woman carelessly asking to stay in the house of a Stranger!”

“But I don't have a place to stay” timpalku back.

“Ya has just stayed with Chiko at the orphanage”

“I'm an adult, can't be in an orphanage. After all the orphanage has difficulty funding, if added me, definitely add a lot of burden”

“So you want to stay free at my house?

I know I can go and go back home now, but something seems to be holding me back. I was amazed at him, he was a very warm person and very concerned about his surroundings. Only his fierce and cold nature made him look creepy. But, when he has opened himself, he will appear with a real character, a warm and unpretentious character; although the excess he did by committing a criminal act, he said, but in my eyes it was not an entirely unforgivable mistake.

“Ah..I understand. Om may ask for a kiss from me like yesterday whenever Om wants, if let me stay here”

“Stop bragging, it's disgusting”

“no bragging, I don't mind at all”

“I refused, Not interested at all with a boy like you”

“Then...” I reply pause, “Let me stay at your house free!”

I am grateful for the fate that has led me to follow her until now, my short wits, let me be a homeless woman, ready to be looked upon cheaply just to survive in the outside world, getting out of my comfort zone all this time I lied about not having a place to live, no family. My face no longer deserves to appear in front of my mother and father's grave. I have destroyed all their dreams, after all if I return I remain useless, watching my father's will be broken by seeing the company he built from scratch, destroyed horribly.

Day, it's getting dark. After this morning's chat, he didn't answer my request. But he no longer disputes my existence in his house until tonight.doesn't this mean he accepted me? I saw he was ready in all black clothes, not forgetting to stop by the shelf in front of the bed to take his pride dessert eagle. I know where he's going and what he's doing, robbing like he told me last night.

“You go now?”

I brought my face closer to her, “Hey, Om want to kiss before I go?” I said no more awkwardness, although to be honest, I was really nervous.

“I don't want to repeat my words. I'm not interested in the spoiled boy” replied sharply, turning a reluctant look at me.

“So...” I sighed, “ then what can I do for you?” timpalku.

He turned his back, turned his back on me. “Bihun Kuah” said slowly

“I want to eat Bihun Kuah, when I go home later”

He then left on his big black motor, driving fast like the wind.

In the midst of silence tonight, I still have not met the bed, I am still busy wrestling in the kitchen, how to cook vermicelli? I've never cooked before, but I can't let her down, the most important thing is I can't be expelled. I tried to calm down, even though this mood of mine was like a ship breaking apart, just like the state of the kitchen right now. I panicked when I heard the sound of a motorcycle from below. Could it be him? Although the cuisine she wanted was already on the table, but I was very worried about the result.

“This, vermicelli?” he hesitated when he saw the clear noodles I made on the table.

I let out a long breath, “Om that asked to be made byhun”

“I'm not your Uncle!!”

“If you can't call Om, what should I call you?”

“I don't care what to call, go there!!”

“have I said Name Om, who?”

He took a spoon, “Morgan”. The answer was short and then began to put the vermicelli that had been on the spoon into the mouth. “You feed animals?” He screeched while spitting out the new broth touching his tongue.

“Sorry actually I don't know cook”

“Stupid!!! You are completely useless, just go there!!”

I immediately ran up to the third floor, his squealing which sounded funny while scolding me, really being a diluent of the atmosphere between me and him tonight.