That Other Woman, My Mother
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Let alone to pick up the phone, to open the eyes of Aldo's distress. He had taken medicine, his fever had subsided a little, but still his body was still in pain. He needed a longer rest to replace his interrupted sleep these few days.
However, the noise from the phone was annoying. Aldo groaned because the tip to his shame is still sore, it still feels numb and heavy.
"Is it possible to actually break because of being over-motivated by the same woman as the breng sek?" Aldo. It should have been after all this time, Aldo checked himself, but he was too afraid of facing a verdict. What about HIV? And how does Aldo deal with the fact that valuables are actually broken and can't be used anymore?
Suddenly Aldo shuddered.
His phone rings again. He thought it was Ana who this afternoon seemed to contact him with a new number, so Aldo clucked while pulling his phone, then he lazily wiped the screen to answer—his eyes were still closed. From the way he contacted, Ana was already itching and would ask for rations. Ana used to terrorize him by calling often if she was impatient to make love.
"Gue's sick, Goddamn it!" Aldo curses right away as soon as the call is connected.
"Woey! Sans, Bro! It's me, Typhoon!"
Aldo clucked, then forced his eyes open slightly. The room was dark, because he had turned off the lights so he could fall asleep. Slowly Aldo woke up in distress.
"What do you call me tonight–night?"
"Obviously, I have a job for you! Wouldn't you?"
Aldo rubbed his hair, trying to refrain from smelling the unpleasant scent that filled the room. "Gue can't! My parts are not fit anymore."
Typhoon chuckles. "Not use it that time! But use your skills to unload the car engine! I again have an order to smuggle meth inside the car engine! Pay is good!"
"Wait a minute!" Well, that's another job that's a little better than having to sell sodokan, right? Equally big, and about halal haram .. he does not want to take a headache. Haram is hard, especially halal? Heavy Bro!
"And you're sick all the time! Or I throw it to the others, in two days you meet me!"
"Oh, ****!" Aldo boughtak when he saw the tip of his head to his shame in the pit of ants. Yellowish liquid seeps and do not forget, swelling and the color is getting worse. Aldo braced himself to go to the bathroom and clean up, even though he was terrified.
'Gue needs a doctor now!' Aldo. He grabbed the clothes and wore them haphazardly.
Shortly after, Aldo had entered the clinic ER room which was open 24 hours not far from the hotel. Luckily there was a male doctor on guard, so he wasn't too shy.
When he was about to be checked, Aldo's phone rang again, so Aldo rushed to turn off the phone without seeing who was calling again. He needs to focus on listening to the doctor's explanation of what causes this pain in his pride organ.
While Ana swore, seeing Aldo again–again direct his call. The woman who had originally walked back and forth with her waist-rigged hands stopped her steps and kicked the mattress hard. The phone with the screen cracked and raised the rainbow bias was buried hard–hard—Ana wanted to slam it, but unfortunately if it was damaged he did not have money.
"Nggenjot keep lo, Bang***! I don't want any more effort to digelametin your life! Bang*** damnit!"
Ana was satisfied cursing until her chest went up and down. Then he dropped his slightly thin body onto the bed hard. Her hand squeezing hair was brutal. "I shouldn't have given the certificate to Aldo! I sell it myself and I enjoy the money myself! Stupid me!"
Ana patted her forehead hard as a form of annoyance at her own stupidity.
"After all the mistakes I made in this house, when do I have a chance to take back the certificate?!" Ana knew that she was a little away from living comfortably in the near future. Oh, my God, he has to be patient.
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