My Berondong Husband
#4 Flocking It Again
The sound of knocking on the door in Kesya disperse the calm, the schedule of his Sunday with Chika (his cat's name) will be disrupted. But, before that he was worried and thought all sorts. He was afraid that he would be out there credit card collectors, because he had been waiting for a while.
He let it go for a while not to answer, turned off all the noise and was silent for a moment, thinking perhaps the collector would think that his house was empty. But, no. The knock even louder, inevitably he opened the door. Not to disturb other residents.
That's a rusun apartment.
Kesya takes a baseball bat that he deliberately kept to keep watch if the addict is forcing, maybe making the addict faint will not make him enter the guard, if he entered even he will ask for help on Bian, Bian, may make the addict fainting will not make him enter the guard, because he's a successful lawyer's girlfriend.
Crick.
Sut.
Kesya opened the door and just lifted the hitter to swing it at the collector. But, he undoes it as he sees the knocking.
A young boy stood up leisurely leaning to the left of his hand against the side of the door. The familiar boy remembered him and his lips.
"You."
"Hallo, aunt."
Kesya almost closed the house door, but the boy prevented it with his feet. "Eh aunty's a minute."
"You want to do it again. Don't fuck around, I can call the police." Kesya continued to push the door shut, but her power still lost to the boy.
"Don't play the aunt's report, I want to talk."
"Speak what? Speedy, I'm busy."
"Eat opens."
Kesya relaxed her thrust, then slowly opened the door wide. "What?"
"It." The boy ignored a red wallet with a simple motive, plus an expensive brand at the end. Kesya Wallet.
"Here is my wallet. You're a thief, yeah,"
"No. It fell right off the bus, the address I got from there."
Hearing that, Kesya rushed to pick it up, then checked the contents. All the cards are safe, the remaining money last month's salary is still there, nothing less. But, he did not remember that he dropped, even opened the bag just did not. What a boy, intentionally in order to meet him again. Maybe that's what he had in mind.
"Thank you." Kesya flat.
"Either. I'm not welcome to come in?"
"Why what?"
"Yes who knows, aunt wants to meet the same flocked as I am handsome, cool and also kind."
"Not interested, thank you. I'm not a fun aunt who likes to flocked. It's gone there.
Again Kesya almost pushed the door, but the boy continued to prevent it. "As a thank you how. Try if I'm not the one who found out, not necessarily the wallet back."
"Jude, come in."
"My name is Kevano, just call Vano. Eighteen years old, first semester."
"All motto, vision and mission."
"Aunty funny, I thought I wanted to run for the DPR."
Don't care. Kesya turned her body, then walked towards the kitchen to make a drink boy named Kevano, he had not had time to offer, Kevano first said.
"White water alone, healthier."
"Water used dishwashing want," said Kesya while taking a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.
"If your aunt wants to be a murder suspect, don't mind."
Kesya was always irritated every Kevano was talking, his style was kepe-dean and super annoying. But, for some reason since the incident last night he could never forget even a little, he even dreamed of repeating again, although not with Bian.
"Say you go to college, why not now?"
"Why don't aunts work?"
"Weekend, I need a break too."
"That aunt knows it's weekend." Kevano sipped his drink. His eyes continued to observe the minimalist Kesya apartment, but it felt comfortable. Rooms, kitchen and living room are arranged with the right interior. Many photos and other trinkets, it seems like the person who arranges it knows a lot about fashion or design. "Where aunt?"
"Not married. Don't call aunty why, Mom or sister can."
"Yes auntie."
Whatever. Kesya walked about to sit on the same sofa as Kevano, and inexplicably he almost fell, Kevano reflexively threw his glass on the floor and caught Kesya's body.
Weight. Kevano held the body of the woman he kept calling aunty, for a moment the two looked at each other, they looked at a few seconds meaningfully, until Kesya stood up and Kevano let go.
"Great body aunt, diet. That's fat in the belly really does."
"Based on a brat of insolence, instead look for opportunities in narrowness."
"Not narrow aunt, wide opportunity."
"Here you go, there you go home I want to rest. Foolish part of it is throwing glasses all over." Said Kesya while continuing to push Kevano's body towards to get out of his house.
"Ta.. But aunt, I haven't finished drinking it."
"Nothing. The glass broke."
Brak!
Kesya tightly closed the door of her house, then locked it. His breathing moved irregularly, he was still leaning his body behind the door. What was that feeling, he felt a little nervous after seeing Kevano, something he had never felt in any man including Bian.
No. gabe. He was just nervous about falling down. Kevano is just a freak in droves anyway.