Oh My Cecunguk
Kevin's Return

A few days have passed. I had trouble contacting Kevin. My girlfriend gave me no news at all. Last time was the night we parted. It just tells him that he just arrived at the airport. After that there was no news. My call was never picked up and dozens of my messages were never answered. I kept waiting for him anxiously. A few questions kept raging in my mind. Is he very busy? Is she okay? What if he's sick? While there no one takes care of it. The old assistant who was accompanying him only knew about the job. So where can I take care of him.

As long as Kevin was gone I felt very lonely. Especially at night. I almost died of longing and bored. Thankfully, there was Alan. Although that guy sucks but it amuses me enough. And it could slightly reduce my turmoil in the service stay by Kevin.

The knock on the door broke my daydream that night. "Who," I shouted. Not getting out of bed. I was silent, waiting for an answer. But I did not get an answer from outside. Just the sound of repeated beats.

"Who the hell is bothering these nights" I murmured. I had to get out of bed. Then walk to the door and open it a little.

"Hallo, Ale-ale," said Alan as soon as he saw me. That sneer was smirking at me.

I looked at him irritated. "What's wrong?"

"The tone of this beautiful woman is very rude if she welcomes guests" he said. I looked at him no matter.

"What if the guest is offended and doesn't visit?" coined.

"Then I will drive him away with pleasure" I replied.

"What a cruel woman" he said.

I smiled cynically. "You just found out!"

Not that upset Alan actually smiled widely. I don't understand why this guy likes to talk to me. I used to ignore and talk rudely to her. But he never got caught.

"May I come in" he asked.

I wanted to answer no but as usual I haven't had time to say it, the man had already snatched away. Really sucks. I wonder how his parents faced Alan. Maybe they were so overwhelmed that they finally decided to throw it away like now. In addition to minus the manners of Alan is also minus morals. He loved stealing my chances. The advantage is that there is only one face that is very handsome. If everything else seems to be minus.

I walked following him. Alan dropped his body on the edge of my bed and then laid his body there. His feet were just left hanging.

I snorted, seeing his mischievous behavior. Sleep in someone else's bed without feeling any shame. "Is your bed on fire? Why are you sleeping in my bed?" just pissed. I stood in front of him. Fold both hands on the chest.

"Why are you standing there? Come and sleep next to me" he said, patting the side next to him. "Your mattress is so soft. I like it so much," he added. He wiggled his body to make my bed creak.

"Bet it yourself then. You can wear it all," I said.

Alan woke up from his sleep. He sat down and looked at me with a smiling face. "If you give me money I'll buy it right away."

"You think I'm your mother? Why should I give you money."

"You're really a mother. The mother of my children later," he said with a big smile.

I looked at him while shaking my head, in disbelief. How can ya, there's Alan's strings. Confidence is good. But don't be too lazy either. That's his name shameless.

I walked into the closet. Open the door and spread my eyes in search of my beloved sweater.

When flowers don't bloom anymore and the world can't turn around anymore when love burns this heart you know how much I love you how much I want you. My cell phone ringtone.

"Someone called" Alan said, telling.

I heard, too, that I am deaf.

"I know," I said. I pulled the sweater I just found. Then turn the body and walk towards the bed to pick up the hp that is lying on the nightstand.

I frowned as I looked at the screen of the phone. Daddy's? tumben once my father called me.

I quickly shifted the phone's handle icon upwards, picking up the call.

"Hallo, what's up, Dad?" my number is so connected.

"Go home, son. There's something I want to talk to you about" said my father across the street.

"Not much to ask, just keep in mind. You'll know when you get there."

"But ...." I haven't finished my sentence yet, Dad turned off the phone.

I kept my phone away from my ears feeling sad and disappointed. I feel like Dad never loved me. Though I had been out of the house for three months but I never looked or asked for my news. I feel like I'm wasted and I'm not considered anymore. Without me noticing my tears just slipping away. Moistened both my cheeks.

"What's up, Alea? why are you crying?" ask Alan. His tone sounded worried.

I forget that I am not alone at this time. Alan is still next to me. I immediately wiped my tears. Then turned to look at Alan while smiling "Who's crying? I didn't cry, it was just a flickering," I said, lying. I don't want to show my weakness in front of others.

"I have to go. You want to get out or do you want me to lock up here?" I'm diverting attention.

"Where are you going?" ask Alan.

"Where you go it's none of your business, Al. You don't need to know." I'm wearing the sweater I just picked up. Snatching a bag hanging on a kapstok near the wardrobe. Then put your feet out. Alan walked behind me.

After Alan came out I locked the door.

"Wait a minute. Let me drive you, Alea," said Alan, holding me back from stepping in.

"I'll take the keys to the bike first" he added.

"Then I wait downstairs" I replied.

Alan rushed to his room. While I walked down the stairs and waited for him in front of the gate.

Not long ago Alan was seen down the stairs. Then walk up to the bike and head towards me. After I boarded, Alan immediately spurred on his iron horse.

An hour later we reached our destination. Alan dropped me off right in front of my parents' gate.

"Tell me when you're coming home, I'll pick you up" Alan said.

"No need, Al. It's late, it looks like tonight I'm going to stay at home" I said.

"alright. Then I'll go first" said Alan.

"Hm. Be careful on the road" I said. Alan returned to wear his helmet and then passed away on his motorcycle.

I turned the body. Then step inside the house.

"I'm home Ay ...." As soon as I opened the door I was shocked by the sight of no wearing. To the point that I was unable to finish my sentence.

Is he home yet? When's? Why not tell me? Am I dreaming?

"You've come, son." A voice dawned on me that this wasn't a dream.

I looked to the right where the sound came from. I saw my mother walking towards me. Until he hugged me. "Why don't you ever stop by the house? I miss you" he said.

"I'm sorry, Lea, Mom. Lately Alea has been very busy, work in the office is very much so no time to stop by the house" I said, explaining.

"Have you eaten?" ask Mom after taking off her arms.

I shook my head in response. "Let's eat together" mother invited me while holding my hand. We both walked to the dining table. As I walked I unceasingly looked at Kevin who was sitting on the sofa, next to Alia who was swaying spoiled in her arms. My heart pinched as Kevin threw away our faces as our eyes met. His expression when he saw me also seemed to be full of hatred.

What's wrong with you, Mom? Why are you looking at me like that? I miss you so much.

Seriate....