Don't Call My Name
S2-I Want Your Body

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Umar slept at Sarah's house all night. The potluck left in the woman's refrigerator. Cook it yourself, take care of everything yourself even if a little hassle because he is still amateurs.

And for the sake of launching the action in order to meet Sarah again, Umar also hid his car in a public parking lot so that its existence here is not too obvious.

That way, Sarah could have thought that she wasn't there.

However, the fate of Umar was very unlucky today. Because when he went to the ATM to buy his needs, all his cards were inactive. There's nothing left in his cell phone account but nothing. Umar rarely keeps his money in a mobile account because he is the type of person who is a little wasteful, especially if you have seen market place advertising discounts.

“I forgot that Papaku lecturer,” murmured while inhaling cigarette smoke.

Surely Papa is smarter and smarter than him. If you know like this, Umar has been planning from yesterday to take all his cash in the bank and make a new card unknown to his father.

Already left gone prospective wife, fighting with parents, her ATM was blocked, so unemployed, no change of clothes. God fucking. If possible, Umar will curse as much as possible.

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Four days passed.

Fortunately Umar escaped to this house, try if Umar ran away to the hotel. How much money does the man have to spend to survive?

And maybe in the future, Umar must find a cheap lodging place, but a lot of facilities in order to further reduce spending.

But ... How did he survive?

Umar can't do anything. Even just cooking and washing her own clothes, she was still very troubled. All this time he was so spoiled by his mother. Every morning, every moment, all his needs are presented before his eyes. The woman was so attentive to him with all her body and soul. She was the only woman who was most loved before finally came another figure. Until his position is replaced.

Ah, speaking of Mama, Umar misses his mother. She still remembered the woman's scream as she was about to leave. Despite being very angry, Mama never prayed for ugliness for him.

Umar regretted the curse of his mother who even prayed for him to be a successful person. Should be, the child seems cursed to be a pedicure just let his life be more useful, his mind thinks.

Umar regretted doing so to his parents. In fact, the problem is only trivial. Just a love affair. But until his heart hurt them.

But Sarah did not love him. Because if it's love, it'll stay here and never leave. Slowly, Umar began to realize.

This fact made Umar again hurt. Whatever he did, his sacrifice, his wasted time, all in vain. Inutile.

Sarah is a truly beautiful woman. There's no feeling!

Don't you remember him, their togetherness before all this happened?

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Umar slept in the upper room. Intentionally choose this place because according to him, this is the most comfortable place because it is close to the window that directly leads to the balcony.

The man squirmed. The clock is now showing at eleven o'clock in the evening. I don't know how many hours he slept, for sure he doesn't remember anything else after the Adzan isya reverberated.

Just now Umar knows, it turns out that doing nothing for him is quite boring and makes it very easy to get sleepy.

“Begini yes, it feels so unemployment does not have much money. Pantes many people commit suicide due to stress.”

Waking up, Umar lifted his match. Light a cigarette and open the window.

He smokes while playing the guitar available there. Then hum a chaotic song that matches his heart at this time. Sometimes Umar muttered to himself like ODGJ.

“Do I already look like a singer ges?” The man is drowning. “Kok nobody nyahut? I'm less than half an ounce, ni.”

Umar stopped for a moment when he intended to make a match, because his first cigarette had been smoked. But before Umar did, he heard the sound of someone closing the gate.

The voice was so clear that he did not need to sharpen his ears. Because besides the day was very late at night and silent, here only he inhabited it.

Umar. He went down the stairs without turning on the lights. At the same time, Umar saw the shadow and the voice of a woman's foot. Walking into the living room, she believed it was Sarah.

Even the look of the lights from the kitchen that illuminated him further made it clear, that the figure was the woman he had been looking for and he had been thinking about all this time until he had almost lost his sanity.

While constantly vigilant and trying to hold himself that was filled with an outpouring of anger, Umar continued down the stairs until he finally arrived below.

Right next to the light switch, Umar stopped. Then push that button.

Tics.

The lights were brightly lit together with Sarah's shrieking voice. The woman's eyes looked at her with eyes that were so patterned that they almost came out of their sockets. “U-Umar?!”

Umar clapped his hands and smiled.

“Why did you get into my house?”

“What question is important?” Umar responded to Sarah's question with a question. “Good! Bagu! Very good Sarah, just keep playing your game. We'll see where you feel tired.”

Umar approached Sarah so that the woman continued to walk backwards.

“Ma-sorry me, Umar. I messed up our wedding day and might just embarrass you,” he said sounding very scared.

“I've told you before, haven't I? I don't deserve to be your companion. Wasn't it all clear, I wasn't willing to marry. But ... but you instead came with your Papa and forced me who is powerless to reject this,” he explained.

“No one is willing to say?!” hardik Umar's. “What is this way you stop me! You left without thinking how I felt, Sarah! I even waited for your certainty to almost go crazy! Where's your mind?!” Umar shook Sarah's body with sharp buying eyes.

“Umar .. sorry I'm Umar. I do not know anymore how to refuse ..” isak Sarah while looking back very panicked. Now there was no room for him to escape. He was already in the corner and his position had been cornered.

“Lack of you Sarah!” bentak Umar's. “Barthy woman!”

“I'm sorry, Mar ... I didn't mean it at all ...”

Suddenly Sarah's tongue became confused to see the romance of Umar's face is so terrible. He never found Umar's face like this other than the gentle treatment he always received.

“What should I do so that you forgive me?” sarah asked for forgiveness.

Umar drew closer and attached his body to Sarah's body, so that the two no longer had any blemish other than a layer of cloth attached to each other. And that made Sarah's body tremble. Cold sweats. Afraid of the bad things Umar would do to him.

“You know what you can do to make up for your mistake?” ask Umar.

Sarah shook her head quickly and shed her dewy tears.

“Your body!” he made Sarah scream as hard as she could.

“Don't Umar!” Sarah roared, her lips paled. “Please, don't do that one. Don't hurt me. Can you take everything I have, a house, a car, a motorcycle, or a shophouse? You can grab origin janga-”

“Actually I really need,” between Umar. “Because because of you, I lost everything. But it's a pity ..” Umar stroked Sarah's smooth cheeks, “I'm not interested because I need your body more!” the man grinned.

“Please Umar ..” moans Sarah continues to plead, but is not cared for by Umar who has dark eyes against her.

“No, Sarah. Don't expect me to forgive you. You should know what it feels like to be disappointed and humiliated in front of a lot of people. I've even felt a lot more pain than what will befall you this time.”

In a split second, Umar buried his lips. Throw Sarah's body onto the couch and ....

Seriate.

You want me to come up tomorrow?

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