Lust Last Night Impotent Man
30. You will soon lose

"Today's busy, he can't come here." Gugun doesn't want to interrupt his sister's show. It was obvious earlier that the girl seemed happy to want to meet Arya's family. He also felt sure, if his sister could definitely marry Arya, not with Rama.

Gugun also actually disagreed, if the companion in Sisil's life was an aged man. It was a pity, Sisil was too young to be with Rama.

"She's just been discharged from the hospital and still needs a lot of rest. I don't want to make his mind disturbed again. I'm afraid he's back to suicidal thoughts" Gugun added.

"Yes already. Whenever Miss Sisil is ready, she and Mr. Rama must be met here, yes, sir," asked Mr. Police. "I hope the invitation from the police doesn't last for a week."

"But Rama won't be in jail, will he, sir?" ask Mbah Yahya.

"We need the information first, sir. Whether or not to go to jail depends on our decision" he explained with a smile. "And the evidence that Mr. Rama is impotent, we can consider."

Mbah Yahya smiled with satisfaction. Although it has not been proven Rama will qualify, but he is sure—kalah himself who will win now.

He then glanced at Gugun, the man's face looked anxious and like he was thinking about something that he knew. 'You'll soon lose your catfish whiskers.'

***

Meanwhile, Arya and Sisil just got off the taxi car in front of the luxurious house of Arya's Papa.

Before they came, the two stopped by the sponge shop to buy a banana sponge. Arya said, banana sponge is Papa and Mama's favorite snack. And it was Sisil who bought with his own money, Arya wanted to pay even he refused.

"This is Brother's house? Very big." Sisil looked up at the multi-storey house. I don't know why he suddenly became a poor man. His heart was also suddenly pounding.

"Open my house. But my parents' house, Sil." Arya kissed Sisil's right cheek, then grabbed him by the shoulder and invited him to enter the gate.

Incidentally, the door of his house was wide open. So they went straight inside.

"Assynnya!" said Arya and Sisil together. They stopped their steps in the living room and the atmosphere was so quiet.

"Where are Mom and Dad, Arya? How come there's no?" ask Sisil.

"Maybe they're in the room. But just this morning I was talking, want to take you home."

"Eh Arya, you're home." The sound of Ayya's voice approached. He immediately commented on the smile that looked so sweet, as his eyes fell on Sisil. He also watched the girl from toe to head. 'Beautiful, same as photographed, ' her inner self.

"Siang Aunt," greeted Sisil with a smile. Quickly he grabbed the woman's hand to kiss her back.

Although Arya hasn't told her who. But he was so sure, that the woman in front of him was Aryan's mother. Because the nose is so similar.

"Piang. You're Sisil?" ask Ayya. Sisil nodded then stretched out the paper bag in his hand. "What's that?"

"This is a banana sponge Aunt. Says Arya, Auntie and Om love banana balls."

"Oh thank you. Did you make it?" Ayya accepted it with pleasure.

"No, I bought it."

"Oh. Kirain made it herself." Ayya looked disappointed. But he immediately smiled back.

"Where's the same Opa, Ma?" arya asked as she spread her eyes around the room.

"They have a dining room table. Coincidentally just want to eat. Let's go over there," Ayya asked.

Arya and Sisil looked at each other, then both nodded. They follow Ayya to the dining room.

There, Arga and Ganjar who were pouring rice on each plate were directly staring at Sisil. Just like what Ayya did earlier, both of them were watching Sisil from the bottom to the top.

'Beautiful.' They are equally entwined with the same speech. Sisil's appearance also entered the criteria. Looks graceful and sweet. Moreover, the dress, so suitable in the body Sisil.

"He's Papa and Opaku, Sil," Arya said.

Sisil immediately smiled and stepped closer towards them. "Siang Om, Opa" he said, kissing the backs of his hands alternately.

"Have you eaten yet?" ask Ganjar.

"I—"

"Not to be asked about dong Opa." Arya interrupted Sisil's words. "The guest must be offered a meal."

"Oh yes. I mean Opa, if you haven't eaten come eat together." Ganjar immediately smiled and nodded small. But it looks so awkward.

"Thank you, Opa" said Sisil.

"Yes" replied Ganjar.

Ayya sat down next to her husband. While Arya pulled a chair for Sisil, and after she sat down, then Arya sat on the chair beside her.

On the table there is a lot of food. There are many, such as the entire menu that there is a restaurant.

Just now Arya was about to pour rice on Sisil's plate, but Arga immediately threw a question to Sisil.

"Well, where do you work, Sil?" tanyakanya. That question was the only question he had ever thought of when he met Sisil.

"My father has—"

"Eat first, Pa," said Arya quickly. "Sisil must be a laper, because he only ate porridge this morning. Let's continue eating."

"Oh. Yes, that's it then." Arga nodded. Then devour the rice on his plate.

They all eat seriously, but occasionally both Arga, Ganjar or Ayy— all three pay attention to Arya and Sisil.

There's nothing wrong actually. But it seems obvious, if they both love each other. Arya even feeds Sisil, and the girl rubs Arya's lips which are smitten with chicken gravy oil.

Looks fit and harmonious once the young couple.

After lunch, the five of them switched to sitting on the living room sofa. On the table there are already 5 cups of mango juice and a few pieces of banana sponge.

His intention to relax while interrogating Sisil. Because the old man and his Opanya Arya were so curious about Sisil.

"Who are you staying with, Sil?" ask Ayya who started the conversation. She sat on the long sofa with her husband. Arya and Sisil were sitting on a long sofa as well, while Ganjar was on a single sofa while crossing legs.

"My brother's Aunt" Sisil replied with a smile.

"Only with your brother? Where do your mom and dad live? What's abroad?" guess Arga's coming in.

"My father died a few years ago. If my mother lives in Arabia and already has a new family there," replied Sisil with a face that changed.

"Oh, did your mother marry an Arab? Is it just living there?" ask Arga.

"My mother married an Arab, so decided to stay there, Om. My brother and I have not seen him for a long time. Maybe a year after our Papa died."

"When your father died, were you inherited?" ask Arga. If it is true, it means that Sisil is the son of a rich man. That's what he thinks.

"What's the talk, anyway? Kok to the legacies," said Arya. He looked at his father with a look of annoyance. He didn't seem to like that question.

"Ah sorry. Papa just wanted to know, if Sisil did not want to tell you also that it was okay," replied Arga relaxed while reaching for a glass of juice, then downing it a little.

"Father don't give me any inheritance, Om. Papa also died in an accident" said Sisil.

"Keep your brother's job?" The one asking now is Ganjar. "Your sister's girl or boy? And what car?"

...Believe me, Sil, if his Father Om Rama mah certainly will not go there-situ 🤭...