The Devil's Touch
#27
After from the small hut they returned to the petshop, but not with Maxime butut car but walk down the streets of the cool tea garden area.
They do not walk side by side, Milan walk in front of Maxime while the man who is now carrying many bags of groceries walks casually behind Milan.
Milan had offered to help carry some of their bags but Maxime refused.
The girl occasionally kicked a small pebble on the black asphalt blocking her steps, she did not dare to look back at the man who had snic*m earlier.
There was a sense of shame and annoyance because the man suddenly kissed her. While behind the girl's body Maxime was smiling looking at Milan's back, even though he could not see his face he could already guess that Milan was pursing his lips annoyed. And it makes Maxime anxious himself until he wants to menci*m again Milan's lips.
Seen Milan sighed, the sigh made Maxime misunderstand. He thought Milan was tired of having to walk to get to his petshop, as a result the man walked a little quickly past Milan then crouched his back to the body of Milan in front there.
Milan frowning. "What meda?"
"Well, I'll carry you" said Maxime looking back.
"No .. not necessary. I'll just walk."
"You must be exhausted."
"No, I'm not tired."
"Just get on, I won't stand until you get on my back" Maxime said, staring at Milan's face behind his body.
"Wake up, don't be like that."
Milan just walked past Maxime. It had been seven steps the girl walked in front of Maxime and when looking back for a moment she snorted when she saw Maxime was still in a squatting position.
"I told you, I won't stand. So come quickly."
With an annoyed step the girl walked over to Maxime and forced to climb onto the man's back, Maxime just smiled knotfully.
The man slowly stood with Milan in his sling.
"Didn't you have any trouble with that stuff?" milan asked while looking down at Maxime sticking a bag of groceries on his fingers.
"No."
"Come, let me hold it." Milan's hand that was originally on Maxime's neck was stretched down to take some of the bag of groceries but Maxime immediately prevented it.
"Don't do anything. Just shut up."
Maxime's words were flat but such a firm command to keep Milan quiet in his sling.
Milan pulled back his outstretched hand and re-circled it around Maxime's neck.
"I'm sorry for me and Oyo. Because you're tired of Oyo dying."
"Huh? The oyo? who's Oyo?"
"My butut car," said Maxime.
Milan held back his smile. "You gave the car a name."
"Of course, he was originally named Butut car but I changed it to Oyo."
Milan chuckled softly and Maxime smiled when he heard Milan's laughter.
"A strange name" said Milan.
"From childhood I like to name my animals and valuables. Like I named you .. little cat."
Give a place to live, give a job, pocket money to pay for his school arrears. If it comes out of Maxime's petshop where he has to stay later.
They also arrived at the petshop, Maxime dropped Milan in front of his petshop and then opened the door.
Both of them waltzed into the petshop, Milan went into the bathroom while Maxime kept his grocery bag on his cramped bed.
He snorted as he splashed his waist into his own room which only realized his room was so narrow. Though in the past Maxime did not bother about this narrow room because only himself lived in petshop.
But when Milan came, he thought of expanding his petshop as his family requested. But not because he obeyed the wishes of his family, the man thought he could sleep together with Milan in this room.
Yes, although not necessarily Milan want to sleep together with him.
*
Meanwhile at a police station two middle-aged men were reporting someone on charges of kidnapping and molestation.
Sani, Milan's biological mother pushes her cell phone at the table to the male police in front of her.
"This is partly proof that the man slapped me in front of Ganesha High School, sir."
The policeman hesitantly picks up Sani's phone and sees a video taken of the cctv in front of Ganesha High School.
Sani and Rio stared at each other hoping that his report on the man who defended Milan that day could be received.
In the video, Maxime slaps Sani, but only gets there. There was no video of Maxime walking into his car and leaving Sani, Rio and Milan that day.
Clearly, Sani cut off some of the video to make it look like Maxime actually kidnapped his son and committed violence against him.
"I'm sure, sir, my son was sealed by the man. If my son is in the man's house, it means that my son was really kidnapped. Because it has been almost a week my son has not come home," said Sani in a low voice and look sad looking at the police in front of him.
Rio rubbed his wife's shoulder as if he was calming Sani when the fact that they were both acting alone and just did not accept Maxime's rude attitude.
And the video was obtained from the security guard at the Milan school.
"Do you know what his name is?" ask the cop.
Sani and Rio shook their heads. "No, Mister. But a cop like you I'm sure is smart enough to find the face of the man in the video."
"We're going to do a search for this man, but this man hasn't been named as a suspect. We'll hear testimony from him first."
Sani and Rio nodded in agreement.
*
Milan came out of the bathroom, dried his hair with a towel.
Maxime who was pouring food for Blacky accidentally saw Milan's body wrapped in a plain white T-shirt and black jeans. The problem is that the clothes look tight on Milan's body makes Milan's chest puffed up behind the shirt.
Maxime swallowed his hard-earned saliva, Milan's chest was very far away with the property of the brothels*r class that was in the night club, owned by Milan looks small but slightly prominent. Naturally, maybe because Milan is still a teenager.
Even so, Milan's body managed to awaken Gair*h Maxime down there.
"What's wrong?" asked the conscious Milan with Maxime who saw it unblinkingly with his mouth open slightly.
Maxime immediately blinked his eyes in embarrassment. "No," said Maxime then returned to focus on the blacky bowl which turned out the food in his bowl was very full to spill everywhere.
Maxime unknowingly poured blacky food too much.
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