Happy Ending's
Chapter 38: Not Wanting to See Your Face

"Where'd you go Antonius?" The man who smelled Lunny looked hurried. I followed her to the bathroom and waited for her. "Do you want to take a shower, Key?" 

"No." 

"Then why are you waiting for me here?"

"Is it a problem for you to see my own husband shower?" 

"Of course it's a problem for me. You know there's no curtain blocking my body. Do you feel like you're seeing an erotic dance on a discotheque?"

"Hmmm .. is not a bad idea. Even if you're old, your body's still good."

"Did you call me old just now?" Antonius splashed water on me. I hurried away. He hurriedly doused his soapy body and approached me. "Wear Antonius towels. Look at the wet floor. It's not funny that at your old age you slip and fall. I don't want to have a husband who's sick with gout!" He ignored me and got closer. "Do you still think I'm old now?" The man put his hand on my hip. "Keep Antonius .. I don't want my clothes to get wet." I pushed her chest but she hugged me and rubbed her hair against my face. "Do you want to get old next to me, Key?"

"Are you seducing me now?"

"Your bad habit is to answer questions with questions."

"And your bad habits don't answer my questions either."

"Do you want to get old next to me?" ask him again. Emphasis-filled.

"Of course I want to. If not with you, whose side am I spending my time on?" Anthony held my hand. Gently peek at it and then direct it to the most sensitive part of her body. "Do you still think I'm old, Key?" I smiled and held her gently.

"Aren't you in a hurry? Wanna go where? Did you have a blind date with a young girl?" 

"Do you think I'm interested in other women besides you? I'm going to the police station. Do you want to come?" 

"Mmmmhh. I want to see Anna."

"I have to go now, Key." He turned his body and dried it. "Don't forget to wear your shirt, Mr. Stevan A. Don't let anyone think you're crazy for being naked on the streets!"

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Anna's mother looks better even though she's still lying down. His father was waiting beside his daughter. "Om, let Key take care of Anna." The old man did not refuse. He looks tired and tired. He went out of the room and looked for a fresh breeze somewhere. The old eye looked red, wistful, like a servant after making a confession.

"Anna .. Look at me bringing you something." I put the toy you found near the ravine on his palm. Snowballed. "Keep well. The clouds gave it to you." 

My room is across from Keyla's. The window was facing the highway and I could see the sunrise from there. It's exquisite. The sun is like Jack always giving his light to light me, while Ben is the light that warms me. And when they left, darkened my world.

Closed eyes. Slowly and I wish I could meet Jack there. I'll lean my body on him. Angry, upset, and then crying. Now I realize there's no better man than Jack. That man gave his whole life for me even when my heart loved someone else.

Which is more painful? Died to die someone who loves us or loves someone we never would have? Or is what I call love an obsession? I don't know. I just want to sleep well without interruption. I want to live once more. A truly living life is made up of laughter, love, sadness and happiness. Is it too high of a desire?

"Calm Anna. If you scream I'll kill you!" A man's hand smothered my mouth. I struggled to get away from him but couldn't. That energy is too big for me. "I'm Patek. Do you remember me?" A patek? Yeah, I remember that name. But how could he be in my room? Am I dreaming? No. gabe. It's not a dream. There is pain between my thighs. Something blunt forced its way in but I'm sure it doesn't belong to a man.

"I've always been watching you?" whispered the man I couldn't see his face because the room lights weren't on. He's stuffing my mouth. He tied my hands to two sides of the bed. On the other side, my feet are tied there. 

My body hurts like it's slashed. He kept putting something in me until he opened a lump in my mouth. "Eat." He fed me with something like meat. "Didn't you want to eat rabbit meat? Enjoy it" he said, licking my face occasionally. I feel uncomfortable, disgusted and nauseous. But I had to chew and finish whatever he put in my mouth. Otherwise, he would have added incisions to each of my bodies.

"Mama." There was a boy calling me. My eyes were open and the sun was shining. I blinked my eyes. My view is blurred. But I could recognize the figure of the Clouds putting something beside me. Grilled bread. The smell is clear.

The boy stroked my forehead and kissed it then just passed. I'm still gathering energy, still having trouble distinguishing between dream and real. My body is sore and painful. And there were no tears that fell.

I stepped out of bed, my body still shaking and I'm sure it's not a dream. And from the doorway, I could hear the laughter of Keyla and the two men who had breakfast with her. The hatred in my heart is getting stronger and as soon as possible I want him out of here. Isn't she a bad woman? How could he not care about me? Did she not know that there was a rape last night at her house? Selfish! That's Keyla. Which is born only itself. Always demanding attention from her husband but she herself ignores.

When the honeymoon first, why did she choose another man instead of going home with her husband? Hmh! Ability has no heart. Her husband was looking for her but she was cool with foreign men. If not a prostitute, what else is her name? Is it hard for him to give up? Is it hard for Keyla to understand other people's situations? Does he think all questions must be answered and must be as he wishes? I feel sorry for Steve. What did he see from the woman? 

I went back into my room. Sit down in a chair, write a diary and eat hardened toast. Awan .. I started to like it. The boy was like Ben. Innocent and loving. No matter how much I hate her mother, but her son is innocent. He was clean, pure, like an angel.

I erased the tears in my eyes. A book by Stevan, Happy Ending. "Smile, someone else will smile with you. But if you cry, you'll just cry alone."

"Why are you crying, Key?" That sound. Anna's? I hugged him, and spilled everything I felt. Anger, sadness and disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Anna. I'm sorry .. I didn't know that you suffered so much. I'm sorry Anna ...."

My tears are flowing so hard. Unstoppable anymore. All this time I felt that I was the one who suffered the most. I'm the one who got hurt. But as it turns out, there are other women who are more miserable than me. And I don't care about him at all. I ignored him and thought he was just a parasite that was interfering with other people's relationships.

"Where's Stevan, Key?" ask Anna. Ogre. Perhaps he had expended all his strength to speak.

I rubbed my wet cheek, "Do you want to meet her? Wait Ann. He's at the police station. I'll call him soon."