The Heart of Old Menjakaka
11. Should be more careful
"Om why come out again? I can't take a shower like this, Mom! I'm scared of lizards!" The image squealed from within.
Steven breathed out violently. "You get a towel on! I'll go in and throw the lizard!" the answer was a little screaming.
"I don't have a towel, forget it, Om."
"Yes, you've got your clothes on again! Hurry along!" pekik Steven's.
"Yes, yes!" Not long after the image was back. "Already, Om. I've been wearing a dress."
Steven slowly turned the handle of the door while continuing to exhale. He did not look at Citra at all even though now the girl was wearing clothes. Quickly he pulled the toilet tissue and picked up the lizard and took it away.
***
Steven looked at the image. The girl was wearing a short-sleeved nightgown and now they were sitting next to each other eating porridge. He tried to shake off everything he had seen, and thought he had seen nothing.
The image of eating voraciously, but there was so much spice in the porridge that he threw away in white plastic. Those are beans and chives.
"Aren't you on chives and beans?" ask Steven.
The image turned to him. "The onion is empty, but if it is raw. And if I'm allergic to peanuts, um."
Steven rounded his eyes, immediately he snatched the bowl from the hand of Citra. "Sorry I don't know, Cit. You better not eat this."
"It's okay, Om. I separated it." The image took back the bowl. Then eat some more bribes until it runs out.
"Tomorrow you tell me what you don't like or don't like. Especially the allergic ones. Don't get this because you're sick, Cit," Steven said.
His words sounded so attentive and it made Citra feel happy. But for some reason the girl covered her face, and not long after the sobbing was heard.
"Lho, what's wrong with you? How crying?" asked Steven with a bang.
"I .. I remember Dad, Om. Now ... now no one will ask me I have eaten yet, have taken a bath, have learned, I .. I myself—"
"I'll do it" Steven sidelines quickly as he grabs Citra's body and takes her into a decapitation. "I'll do it all, don't be sad. I told you that I will always take care of you. Be by your side."
Intentions want to calm down, precisely the cry Citra even more broken, so loud fill the room. In fact, Citra itself is very happy to get such a hug. But still his tears could not be contained.
'Thank you, Om. Om was very nice to me. I like it with the handsome Om.'
After a few minutes Steven rubbed the girl's back, her crying voice was now long over and even gone. His body immediately went limp and saw the girl close her eyes.
The image of sleeping, the man's embrace so warm made him comfortable. The image felt a touch like he was hugging his father, only the difference was Steven was more fragrant.
"Hhmm .. She's sleeping. Why do most people who cry out sleep?" great-grandson Steven. Then he held the small body of Citra, then brought her into the room.
She laid her body on the bed, then pulled the blanket and covered it up to the chest. Steven smiled his thin smile as he looked at the plain face of Citra.
'It turns out she's sweet too, ' Steven's inner self.
"Dad!" The image suddenly grasped Steven's left arm as the man was about to step up.
"Yes" he answered. Slowly Steven let go of Citra's hand checks. However, the girl actually hugged his arm to make Steven's body interested.
The soft snoring sound was heard in the ears, it seemed that Citra had already fallen asleep from her sleep.
'I have to be even more careful, this is too dangerous and tests the faith, ' Steven's inner self. He slowly walked out of the room, then closed the door tightly.
***
Steven sat on the bed staring at the laptop screen. He's checking some work data. But somehow the sense of focus was lost instantly when remembering the incident earlier this afternoon. The naked image's body shadow was as if it was tangling in the nerves of his brain. And it made his manhood inside his pants instantly stiffen.
"Ah shit!" Steven rubbed his face roughly, then slapped back and forth the two cheeks quietly. It was as if he was awakening his dirty thoughts. "Remember Stev, I have to look after him, not break him."
He folded his laptop, then got out of bed. His feet slowly went into the bathroom, he wanted to take some water to pray. Perhaps that way, his dirty thoughts would disappear.
Steven is not an expert in religious affairs, but indeed praying five times he never left. Even during busy hours.
***
Next day.
The image that just finished bathing immediately smelled the delicious aroma of cooking. It was like fried rice.
Crutch-crutch.
The worm inside his stomach immediately sounded. Quickly she put on clothes and left the room.
Right in the kitchen, Citra saw Steven who was struggling in front of the stove. The handsome man was wearing a cream-colored long-sleeved shirt, but his shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. And wear black pants.
The wide back of the man always made Citra amazed. The two cheeks of the girl instantly blushed and her heart instantly thumped.
"Om what's the handsome guy doing?" citra asked as she ran and quickly hugged Steven's body from behind.
Suddenly the man was flabbergasted to unite the wooden stick. Then he immediately let go of the hug, then turned to her.
"Don't hug around! I'm shocked, Cit!" pekik angry. Steven's face was instantly red and his jaw was hardened. He bent down to pick up the wooden suntul and threw it into the sink. Then continue the activity of frying the rice with a new wooden suntil.
"Sorry, Om. I'm sorry, I had reflexes," said Citra slowly with a pounding heart. But now his debate is mixed with fear because it has been scolded. He inched back a few steps and distanced himself from the handsome man, afraid of getting scorned again.
"Sit at the dinner table. We'll eat together." Now that his tone was low, the man said it without turning his head.
"Yes, Om," Citra replied slowly. Then pull up a chair and sit down. The dining table is also close to the kitchen.
Their breakfast atmosphere was running with silence. All that was heard was the sound of a spoon clashing with a plate. Steven looked at the face of Citra sitting in front of him. The girl ate while looking down, not even a little staring at her.
"Didn't my fried rice taste good?" steven asked, silent. He felt bad if he kept silent, especially remember that he had just snapped at the girl.
"Enak, Um. Very good." The image instantly lifted his face and displayed his most beautiful smile on Steven. "In addition to handsome Om is also good at cooking, huh? Study where, Om?"
"Todidact. Fried rice is easy." Steven grabbed a glass that was filled to the brim and sipped it up the toilet. "Oh yes, this ...." Steven opened his wallet which he picked up in his pants pocket, then shifted a black ATM card to Citra. "From now on. Whatever you want to buy, pay for this."
"But I already have my own account card, Om. Don't give this to me." The image refused, but his hand took the card. A black card that is almost the same as his.
"That's different, it's from me. From now on wear that and keep your card. Don't use it anymore."