Lust Last Night Impotent Man
33. You sick?

Perhaps a little more the girl will fall down there and go to the afterlife. But his arm immediately pulled and made his body come down from the bridge. After that he immediately hugged his body tightly.

"Are you crazy, Sil? You want to kill yourself?!" his nag.

Sisil breathed in the fragrance of the fragrance oil of the woman who embraced him. So familiar. Besides, his posture was the same as her. He must be Citra.

"Cit, why are you here?" sisil asked as he managed to look at her face. He is right, Citra.

"What are you doing?! Why did you go up to the bridge? You want to kill yourself, huh?" omel Citra angry.

"No," Sisil said, shaking his head.

"Don't lie to you, Sil. Come on now come with me." Citra lets go of the hug, then pulls her friend's arm and takes her inside her car. "Look the way, sir!" tell Jarwo, the driver.

"Good, Miss." The man nodded and returned to the gas.

"Where are we going, Cit?" sisil asked confusedly. Both of his hands rubbed his cheeks because the rest of his tears were wet.

"To your apartment. I'll take you home."

"Oh."

The image extended its hand to Sisil's face. Cupped both cheeks. "What exactly are you, anyway? What's the matter? Lately I've had a hard time meeting you, Sil."

After that time he met Rama, Citra also had time to come to the hospital because she was told Gugun.

But when he intended to come to visit, Gugun himself said that Sisil did not want to be visited. It was true, the girl did not want to meet anyone other than Gugun and Arya.

'Do I have to tell you, Cit? But ... I'm ashamed, ' Inner Sisil.

Citra's hand descended on the back of her hand, then grasped it tightly. It was so warm that Sisil felt it.

"Your word .. We are the law. Why don't you want to tell me the same story? Every time I have a problem, you know that, Sil," Citra said. He was still trying to persuade, he was originally curious. Because not usually Sisil difficult to meet and the number was difficult to contact.

"I actually ... Eemmmpph!" Sisil immediately silenced his own mouth, because his stomach suddenly churned so fiercely.

"What's wrong with you, Sil?" ask the image that looks panicked. Sisil immediately held the door handle, hinting that he wanted to go down. "Stop it, sir!" he told Jarwo.

After the car managed to stop by the side of the road, Sisil hurriedly opened the door and got off. Then, suddenly he immediately vomited the contents in his stomach in the water channel.

"Luck! Uueek!" His lunch at Arya's house was drained. There is so much that Sisil has put out. "Luck! Uuuyek!"

"You sick?" Citra got out of her car and walked over to her friend. Slowly he massaged the white nape of Sisil, for the girl had not finished vomiting.

"Luck! Uueek!"

"It's tissue and drinking water, miss." Jarwo who came down directly gave a box of tissue and mineral water to Citra, maybe Sisil needed it.

Sisil brushed her stomach. It hurts so much, along with a throbbing head.

"We're going to the hospital, huh?" tawar Citra's. He gave what was in his hand.

Sisil took, then washed his lips and gargled. After that he wiped it with a tissue.

"No need, Cit," refused Sisil with a headband. "I want to go home quickly and meet Brother Gugun. There's something important I want to tell him."

Not only the stomach that Sisil baluri, but the neck, the nape and even the head. He also rubbed it.

"It seems you have a lot of problems lately" Citra said. From his attitude, he was able to guess. "When you get there, tell me, yes!"

"If I told you, you still want to win the same thing I didn't?" sisil asked sadly.

"Why indeed?

"Jawab it."

"As long as you don't lose me. You will still be my friend." The image smiled then rubbed his friend's left shoulder gently. "Oh yes, yesterday I had a chance to meet Om Rama. How rich is he going to get back in your shoes, have you met him?"

"You know Om Rama?"

"Know. He's Papa Angga's friend's son. And he also said, he had been in college with my husband. Just being his senior."

"How old is your husband, Cit?"

"36 years, this year. Why the hell?"

"No." Sisil shook his head in a doldrums. He leaned his back on the chair he was sitting on. 'Her husband Citra alone, which I think is old, is 36 years old. What is the news about Om Rama who became a senior during college. Is it possible 40 years?' his inner.

***

Meanwhile, Arya and Ganjar are riding a Lamborghini car. They had traveled to return to Arga's house because the gift for Sisil had been successfully brought.

Ganjar himself actually presented a paper bag that contained a jacket that he originally bought for Arya. It's just that it hasn't been given yet and it's still new. So it was not discovered that what Ganjar did was just an excuse to leave Sisil for a while.

'Hopefully Arga has spoken to Sisil, ' Inner Ganjar.

"Oh yes, Opa would you like to say what I am?" arya asked, looking at it for a moment. He was the one driving the car.

"What's up, Ar?" ask Ganjar confused.

"Lho, didn't Opa say he wanted to have a conversation with me, did he? Did Opa forget?"

"Oh yeah, Opa remember." Ganjar nodded when he remembered his request to Arya earlier. As a result of thinking about Sisil who wants to be rejected, senile disease relapses.

"Why keep quiet? Come on, Opa." Arya snorted in annoyance. He's been waiting for his op talk. But the man was still dumbfounded.

"This, Opa just want to give advice .. if you and Sisil are married, it would be nice for you not to have children. Wait to graduate from college," said Ganjar origin.

"My intention is so too. Sisil at KB only first, so we can both refocus the lecture," Arya replied nodding. "But, does this mean that Opa agrees that I'm married to Sisil?" Arya turned her head with eyes that seemed to sparkle happily. He assumed that Ganjar was on his side. Though not at all.

"Opa agrees anyway" replied Ganjar lying. He did all that so that the grandson would not be disappointed. "But don't know your Papa and Mama, Ar."

"They certainly agree" said Arya confidently.

Not long after, the black car stopped in the courtyard of Arga's house. Immediately, Arya came down with a paper bag and then entered the house. It was impatient that he wanted to quickly meet Sisil and give what he had brought.

'Sisil must be happy, Opa has agreed and soon we will get married, ' Arya's mind while prancing around.

...Later that night Author up again, keep going, yeah! 😘...