Friends Who Destroy
BC 32

"Why pa????" Asked Miss Cristine still with a smile engraved on her tiny lips.

"It's papa glasses really can't read ya" asked Mr. Morgan who felt strange with his glasses. His hand so actively palpated every curve of the thing, he found no awkwardness.

"Pa's time???" Miss Cristine made a surprised face. He had planned this before.

"Did I get you another papa's glasses" Roy bargained so nimblely.

"Yes....." Answer Mr. Morgan brief directly carried out by his adopted son.

Roy went to his papa's room, looking for a long box in the drawer of the nightstand, he found 2 boxes. With a swift Roy took the glasses stored there and stored them in a large flower vase lying in the corner of the room.

Then with a sly smile he brought the box to his father who was waiting at the dinner table.

"It's a reward.." Sodor Roy gave 2 red and green squares to his stepfather.

Morgan received the box with a smile, until at last he had to be disappointed to see the red box was empty, his eyes were suddenly rounded, then grabbed the other box and found a pair of glasses inside. He immediately put it on and focused his gaze once more.

Old Morgan's eyes immediately rounded to notice the two boxes that gaped before him.

"A.... What's this.....??" Pekik Morgan carefully observed each of the empty boxes.

The two people sitting there were silent,

"Where are my glasses.....???" Morgan continued to panic, he had never lost glasses before, he always had another backup when the other glasses were in trouble.

"Taa.... I just took the two boxes of reward, didn't check the contents at all" Roy replied briefly, he showed his plain face.

"It looks like I should go get my eye health checked today" Morgan said, a little upset by her problems in the morning.

For a moment he was silent, fixated on his empty daydream until Roy patted his papa softly on the shoulder.

"Broth..... Papa can sign, I'll lead him" Roy explained as he slipped a ballpoint pen between his thumbs.

Morgan looked at his son who was very close to his face, a very clear heartbeat that was too fast for such an activity.

It was not the signature that made Morgan want to use his glasses, but the contents of the script in the letter that made him curious.

Roy continued to lead Morgan's right hand towards the white paper on the table, and the old man began to dance the pen with a gleam there.

"All right..... Thank you papa" said Roy spontaneously after Morgan finished with his signature, there was a smile that painted sumringah there and it did not escape the sight of Morgan who continued to watch over one child.

"If there were two other children they would not dare to do this" Inner Morgan growled.

The old man had learned from his childhood experience, when he had to give up his second wife who took over all of his wealth until they had to live with a difficult economy.

Now he has to experience the same thing again, but this time Morgan will not stay silent. The treasure he had so painstakingly accumulated must fall to the right heir.

"Aren't you having breakfast, Roy???" Ask Mr. Morgan who saw Roy packing the paper and put it in his briefcase.

"Papa..... Continue your breakfast" Cristine said, awakening her husband's daydreams.

"I'll set a schedule for checking your eyes" said Mrs Cristine after breakfast.

Then the woman with the smile passed towards the kitchen, and returned with a cup of tea in a light purple cup.

"It's your tea pa, don't forget to drink!!" Cristine's message before she passes to another room.

Morgan just nodded slowly while eating his breakfast that did not end.

"Have those two men planned anything to destroy me?" Morgan put a fork in his hand, then immediately grabbed a cup filled with tea with a yellowish-brown color.

Morgan put the cup close to his nose, then smelled the smell of tea that he had been consuming for some time.

Suspicion began to perch on Morgan's mind about the drink Cristine always brewed for him. He got up with the cup and poured it into a flower pot in the corner of the room.

Then he got back to his seat in the dining chair. Daydreaming about something that makes his mind full of everything that just happened for a moment.

He's just an old man now, all his actions won't be as perfect as they used to be, he can only give up now, trying to keep himself with all his little efforts.

......................

Warm sunlight burst into Faruq's room through a clear window covered only by a transparent curtain from the inside. The shadow of the leaves dancing in the wind is clearly visible on the white ceramic floor.

Faruq blinked his eyes a few times, feeling a sense of dizziness in the head that had not yet disappeared, the effects of his drunkenness last night.

He pinched the back of his neck that felt heavy, but immediately his movement stopped when he realized his elbow was nudging something beside him, an odd object and had never been there before.

Faruq turned his face and looked at it with his eyes. His breathing stopped for a few seconds before finally the breath was cut off quickly, also the heartbeat that turned messy immediately after seeing something that was beside him.

Seeing Alexa sleeping there, clearly visible part of his shoulders are plain without a cloth covering it. Alexa only uses a badcover to cover her chest down. His arms and shoulders were exposed.

Faruq's dark brown net was rounded, his dry mouth gaping at the sight before him, he shifted his vision to his body still lying on his bed.

It was a badcover batik cover that covered his body. But a second later he was stunned to know his body that looks innocent not dressed stuff. Faruq hurriedly covered his body back with the same badcover.

"Oh my god...... What happened last night....." Faruq muttered his lower lip violently.

He looked at his clothes scattered on the floor in a mess, united with Alexa's clothes here and there.

"Aahh..... You moron....." Faruq mocked himself.

"Why is it like this" Faruq really can't remember what happened to them last night. His memory was completely lost, leaving no trace of an item for a second.

With all the confusion covering his mind, Faruq shuffled out of bed, picking up his clothes one by one and immediately drowning himself behind the bathroom door.