FORBIDDEN DESIRES OF AN OB
Chapter 51

In the countryside, the morning sun still seems embarrassed to show its fangs. Sounding, the sound of birds whistling merrily among the shady trees of the village, and roosters crowing loudly disturbed the hearing of Royco who lay weakly in a small room.

Uhuuk...

Royco coughed out a weak cough, all his body felt powerless. His eyes opened slowly.

"Where is this?" ask her with a raucous voice. His eyes also pinched here and there. The simple foreign room he saw.

"My feet."

Right away, Royco is fully aware that he was seriously injured last night. He also glanced at the gunshot wound that had been plastered with the potion.

" It's been treated." The old man who helped Royco, spoke while walking to the bed. He brought a potion for Royco.

"Drink, Dek. This medicinal herb will help recover your lost energy" said the old man. With that hand gave a glass containing medicinal herbs.

Royco was just stunned, seeing the old man did not have the slightest disgust towards him, who was itching to emit a fishy odor of pus that was so stinging.

"Cock quiet? take and take this medicine. Take it easy, this is a healthy herb, you do not need to be afraid." persuade the old man while continuing to thrust a glass filled with medicine.

Royco immediately took the glass from the hand of the old man, before long he immediately swallowed the medicinal herb.

Gluey...

"Uhhhh! bittersweet. What the hell is this cure? how does it feel so weird?" complains Royco with a soft voice because it resists nausea.

"The name is also a medicine, it is obviously bitter. If sweet is not the medicine of his name, but sugar.you exist only." The old man chuckled small.

" Oh yeah, Dek. Why are you like this? the wound on your leg seems to have been shot?" ask the old man full of probes.

Deggs...

Rebellion alone made Royco immediately speechless when getting a question from the old man, In his heart said, may I tell you the wound on my leg that was shot while trying to escape from detention, he said, to this old man?

"Cock quiet? if you can't tell me it's okay. Yasudah, you rest, do not move much, wait until your health is completely restored." said the old man who then passed away.

"Old man." call Royco who arrives just to make his steps stop.

"What's up, need something?" ask the old man who looked straight at me.

"Thank you for your help" said Royco.

"The same... Is that all? nothing else you want to say?" asked the old man, hoping Royco would tell him about the wound on his leg.

"Nothing" replied Royco in a voice.

"Well then, if you need anything else. You just call me, I'm behind the house anyway, feed my farm animals, pity them from earlier have been screaming for love to eat." said the old man.

Royco seemed to nod in agreement with a proud smile, the kindness of the old man who was willing to help and take care of him.

The old man immediately left Royco, to take care of all his livestock in his backyard.

Royco himself chose to rest again.

...****...

The morning changed in the afternoon. Royco who just woke up from his sleep, decided to get out of the room with a limp step.

"Awake? sit here!" The old man immediately greeted Royco who was standing in front of the room, waving him to sit on the shabby sofa that he had eaten.

Royco, according to him, stepped slowly while glaring at all corners of the house of the old man who was quiet.

"Sir, is his house deserted?" royco asked to dilute the atmosphere that was still awkward for him because he felt bad.

"Yes, I live alone. The wife is loved by God's Wrestling, the children are already in the family and living in the city." Bright old man as his hands busy cleaning his antiques with a dry cloth.

"Look easy. And ah.. Eating this is okay, right?" the old man glanced at one plate of boiled cassava.

"This is also alhamdulilah, sir. Thank you and sorry for the trouble." The hungry Royco, answered enthusiastically. Straight away, grabbing a piece of boiled cassava, then devouring it.

The old man himself was more busy arranging his antiques on the table. Royco little kepo with some of these unique objects.

"Well, you antique lover?"

"Eum, really like it! good on?" he said while continuing to wipe the object that is not actually dirty.

"Good, Sir. Very unique--"

"Ah, yes I still have one more unique item. Wait a minute, I'm going to take that stuff. Maybe you will be amazed after seeing it." said the old man who immediately woke up and went to pick up the object.

Royco nodded as he continued to eat boiled cassava voraciously.

Before long, the old man came with a magic kris, which he had just discovered last night by accident because it fell right under his feet.

"This is the unique thing, is it good, isn't it?" he said to Royco while showing it off in front of Royco's eyes.

Deg.

Uhuuk...

Uhuuk...

Sontak Royco was shocked to death, until he was sprained by the cassava he ate.

When his eyes saw the object that was being shown by the old man in front of him, the object he was now looking for was clearly visible in front of him.

The old man quickly put his kris on the table, and went to fetch a glass of water for Royco.

"Drink this glass of water, hopefully it can help you, lower the cassava stuck in your throat" said the old man with his hands continuing to thrust a glass of water.

Without hesitation Royco quickly took the glass of water from the old man's hand, and then, he immediately drank the water until it ran out.

Gluey...

Glucke...

Gluey...

"Slow down the Deck drink, don't choke again" he warned Royco.

Uhh...

"Great, thank you old man" said Royco as he glanced directly at the keris that is very similar to have.

"How are you better?" ask the old man to make sure Royco's situation.

"Already, sir." Royco briefly said.

The old man sat down again from his chair, again busy from his antiques.

Royco, curious about the keris, ventured to ask. "Sir, does that keris belong to you?"

"Yes!" brief the Father without glancing at Royco who glared.

" Is it just similar?" The batteries. Still pampered, Royco asked again. "Where are you, sir? Ah, sorry. I mean buy where?" Royco rectified his disrespectful speech.

"Heheheh, which is more precisely nemu. As per your first question." Honest to the Father. Royco is already gawking with the heart of the dag dig dug.

Fix, it's mine that's missing. Thank God, thank God, inner Royco. The problem is now, is this Father wants to give it to me. Continue to doubt because the Father is very fond of antiques.