Sister To Young Master
17. The Darkness in Ernest's Laps

Waiting for Mr. Grace who did not come, Jovi's eyes could not avoid drowsiness. The desire to relax the body, because the pain in the stomach of Jovi is very unstoppable.

Black car jaguar parked Pak Rahmat, on the sidewalk. A lot of heavy vehicle traffic crawls, starting in front of the stop to traffic light signs, which are not far from the pharmacy.

"What about the sisters?" asked Ernest.

"What the pain has subsided a little bit," Ernest was confused in the car.

"Not yet..," Jovi's forehead sweated a lot.

"Try to drink water, or let Grace buy you bread," Ernest looked for contact with Grace.

"Just go home, Mr. Ernest, my stomach hurts a lot." Jovi's lips grinned.

"The office trip to the house is far away, not to mention the traffic jam of Surabaya, it also has to take the nurse time."

"If you already know heartburn, breakfast and lunch it must be considered. let alone if it is acute ulcer.."

"Some of you are told to drink hard, cook like a baby should use persuasion," Ernest began to get upset.

Jovi's red eyes looked towards Ernest, who was grumbling unceasingly. The handsome man grumbled, without looking at Jovi.

The pretty sister's heart, which had never been upset with Ernest, began to feel irritated petrified. Ernest alone, a little sick, was whimpering continuously.

"Although not a health child, but if there is a history of ulcers, it is likely that the heart or even liver percentage is very high" he added.

Ernest's speech increasingly inconsequential, since when ulcer disease, likely to suffer from heart disease. Jovi's frustration began to go out, after Ernest's left hand tried to open a bottle of mineral water.

The water bottle that was at the door of the car, opened Ernest using his left hand. It was a little difficult, but Ernest had already managed to open it.

Jovi's got drinking water, it's Ernest's left hand. Two gulps of drinking water were heard in Ernest's ears. The mouth that had been grumbling, looked at the pity of the beautiful woman beside him.

"Tok. tok. tok..," Mr. Grace tapped on the windshield of the car.

"Sir, this is medicine for Sister Jovi," Mr. Rahmat came with a crackle bundle.

"Thank you Mr. Grace" Ernest's hand accepted.

"I'm sorry sister, the pharmacy was in line" said Mr. Rahmat.

"No papa Pak Rahmat, thank you very much," Jovi took the crackle in Ernest's hands.

"Thank you too, Mr. Ernest."

"Together," Ernest looked at Jovi.

"Sir, run this out to the minimarket for a while huh. please buy bread for the sisters."

"Well Mr. Ernest, I'll buy you a Bik Yuni's title."

"What message bibik?" ask Ernest.

"I was told to buy you mussel sauce."

"War..? what shells oysters sir Rahmat?".

"Oh yes sir, that means."

His laughter filled the car.

The four-wheeled train, driven by Mr. Rahmat, is now back to speed following the road conditions in the center of Surabaya. A little slow because it does not coincide with office disbandment.

The afternoon atmosphere began to be seen, after many street vendors parked their sustenance, on the sidewalks of the streets.

The car glass that had been centered on the sun, slowly changed the orange twilight. The day I thought I left the office early was the same. Ernest's watch showed at 15:30 p.m.

Mr. Rahmat back parked the car, in front of the mini market left the road. His place of subscription, bought the need for Bik Yuni. One of his co-workers, for 10 years at Mr. Toni's house.

Run small Mr. Rahmat, up to the door minimarket-sized medium. Ernest also looked towards the minimarket door. Because once, the late mother Ernest really likes to shop at the minimarket HA-Seena.

Mr. Toni's favorite driver, first bought Jovi bread, and then given into the car. Moreover, Jovi's groan, still heard meowing in his ears, before getting off the car.

"This is Sister Jovi" give Mr. Grace a crackle of bread.

"Thank you, Mr. Grace," Jovi received a large bread.

"I went back for a while, there was cornstarch also covered by Bik Lusi hehe," Mr. Rahmat stole time.

"Yes yes, yes." replied Ernest, memorized the habits of the employees in his house.

Ernest returned to the screen on the left hand. While the sound of plastic topping bread in Jovi's hands, it was heard breaking the silence.

On the sidelines of stomach pain that is not restrained, Jovi devoured a little bread that has been given by the driver. They both leave it alone.

"That's really sick" he said.

"Hiiiiiiissss..," Jovi closed his eyes.

"You eat the bread and take the medicine, so the stomach doesn't hurt" Ernest told him quickly.

"Yes, sir, fine.."

Jovi took a loaf of bread in the right hand, 2 lahapan bread tasted very bad. His mind floated, remembering Ola.

Imagine how patient his office friend was, helping Jovi to recover, when Jovi's ulcer relapsed in the office.

"*Triyinggg.. ting.. ting.. trying. ting.."

Mobile voice Jovi*.

Jovi took the phone out of his pocket. The screen shows that Fictor is making a call to his number.

This time, the pain is haunted by fear, looking at Ernest, infiltrating Jovi's memory. Even he couldn't feel the pain of Fictor.

"*Triings... Ting.. Ting... Trong.. Ting.. Ting's.."

Jovi's phone reads again*.

Ernest looked at Jovi, the woman's face looking pale at the screen. According to Ernest, probably because of his maag.

"Why haven't the sisters been raised?" Ernest's question shocked Jovi.

"A-a-a yes sir."

"just hang.. No papa."

(Jovi called Fictor)

"If anyone calls you papa, don't hesitate" Ernest invited.

"No sir, it was just my friend who asked the address of the shop."

"Ouh," Ernest nodded.

"*Triying. ting.. Tingggg"

Fictor*.

Ernest begins to get upset to hear Jovi's phone ringing again. Her mood was broken after Meghan kissed her on purpose. Not to mention Jovi's heartburn in the middle of the road relapsed, making the man, has not reached home.

Ernest's body began to heat up the itch again, because from noon to afternoon, Ernest had not taken the drug, concocted Doctor Edo. It felt as if Ernest's anger wanted to surge out in the car.

"Thank you sister" Ernest was upset.

"Ba-good sir," Jovi put the bread first in the right hand.

"No, sir," Jovi tried to get the phone back into Ernest's hands.

"No papa suusster.."

"No, sir, it's a woman's problem."

"Yes-yes, this is here, I want to help you."

Jovi shakes, bread, mineral water and medicinal crackles, falling down all. Because of the feud with Ernest.

His hand was still trying to grab the phone Ernest was carrying. His heart was pounding, imagining no-no, making Jovi want to die soon.

Ernest turned over Jovi's phone, which he had reached, to answer the phone. His face was flat, his mouth did not say a word.

His head turned, looking at Jovi who was staring at Ernest silently.

"This.. Your HP is dead."

(Jovi's heart is very relieved)

"Thank you gentlemen"

"Other times, if a friend calls you and if it's important, you pick up."

"Yes sir."

Jovi felt very relieved, his phone died at the right moment. God still favors the very beautiful patient woman.

The first day Jovi came to the office, for him it was so chaotic. Fictor's shadow, it always worries him.

Fictor's shadow still haunts his mind, not to mention if Ernest knows he's Fictor's spy. Well, maybe Jovi died in the bars.

"Look at that, your bread, mineral water and medicine all fall away" Ernest scolded.

"Sorry Mr. Ernest."

"What's your boyfriend, until you're really scared when I pick up the phone."

"Master, I don't have a boyfriend."

"Ooh."

Jovi then picked up, the objects that fell under the car seat. It has been almost 30 minutes, Mr. Rahmat also did not come out of the minimarket. The twilight was also getting late after the hour in the car showed at 16:00.

Ernest rested his head, while Jovi took medicine, so that his stomach would subside. The streets were more crowded, office workers were also seen crowded every site that afternoon.

Shabby hair, as well as tattered clothes of the buskers, knocked one by one the car glass at the intersection. All are scrambling from one window, to another.

Keroncong buskers next to traffic signs, no less also sucked the attention that afternoon. Smoke from the motor brong, impatiently infiltrate through, look blindly.

"Sir Grace for a long time anyway," Ernest had an upset face.

"Please sir, maybe soon."

"The problem is, it's been almost 30 minutes over the sisters."

"Yes sir, but the minimarket is also being crowded," pointed Jovi towards the minimarket.

"My body has started to itch again sister, where the stomach is also laper has not eaten," he lamented.

"Oh yes, did Mr Ernest not have lunch? how'sthis? what sir, call Mr. Grace," Jovi scorned.

"No, no need. instead later nginep here we. Pak Rahmat people just not to say."

"But you haven't eaten yet" said Jovi suddenly imagining Mr. Toni.

"No papa," Ernest leaned his head against the car seat.

Waiting for Mr. Rahmat, seen still queuing at the checkout line. Jovi's eyes shifted, looking at the employees from the office.

Daydreaming Jovi, imagining himself coming home from the office joking with Ola. Backrest body in the car seat, increasingly invite Jovi to play full through imagination and delusion.

Dissolution of the office in front of Jovi's eyes, reminding him of the check lock and taking the bag in the office locker. All the sweet memories in Jovi.

While Ernest, that handsome man, was busy with his icy body. Repeatedly, his back wrapped in an office jass, rubbed Ernest into the car door.

They were both in the car without a sound. Jovi felt, his eyes began to be filled with drowsiness. After he took the medicine, which was given by Mr. Grace.

Many times, the Jovi vapor stuck in the mouth did not come out. His head nodded itself without command.

"Suster," call Ernest.

"Well, yes, sir" Jovi tried to open her eyes.

"Please scratch my neck" Ernest scratched his left hand.

"Okay, sir," Jovi helped rub Ernest's white neck.

"*Cegluukkk....."

Jovi's body hit Ernest*'s arm*.

"You sleepy?" Ernest was surprised.

"Yes, my eyes are heavy."

"Perhaps because of that, you just took medicine."

"Goddessa..."

This time Jovi's head stared at Ernest's face

"Sorry sir, hahhh..," Jovi shook his head in hopes of drowsiness.

After that Ernest stopped the scratch in the arm, telling Jovi to finish also rubbing his soft hand on Ernest's body.

Now the two of them, both leaned on the soft car seat. Without realizing it, Jovi's eyes had already run away into the dream.

Drowsiness has made it not strong, see the beautiful panorama of twilight between tall buildings that afternoon. Jovi slept in the car.

"*Cegluukk.."

Jovi's head hit Ernest*'s shoulder*.

Almost many times, Ernest was only surprised because of Jovi's sleep that was not restrained in that afternoon.

"Cegluuukk..."

Jovi's body rested on Ernest's shoulders.

Tired and upset, seeing Jovi hit his body. The handsome man, who was actually no less sleepy, waited for Mr. Grace to come. Directing Jovi's slender head and body, Ernest's lap.

The cold man, did not have the heart, looked at Jovi. He hit his body many times with his head. Jovi's tired face was clearly visible.

Pity, after seeing his relapsing stomach ulcer, made Ernest even less heartless. Ernest is getting curious, who exactly is Jovi?.

Jovi's head looked comfortable, being on Ernest's lap that afternoon. The twilight of the afternoon, bears witness to Ernest's kindness, lending his body to Jovi.

Occasionally, Ernest lighted Jovi's bangs covering his face. Jovi's straight hair is sometimes still recalcitrant, down the face of the owner.

The next 10 minutes, Ernest's mouth was yawning many times. He fell asleep in the car, parked on the sidewalk.

Ernest's left hand, put it on Jovi's shoulder. Their sleep is equally sound, because they feel tired after coming home from the office.