The Heart of Old Menjakaka
122. Give me some food
"Why go to the boutique, Ma?" ask Steven. Suddenly, the call just got cut off.
Then, he tried to call back. Unfortunately not taken up at all.
"Cit, I don't think we're making love while we're looking at the stars" Steven said with a sad look as he looked into Citra's eyes. "I'm sorry, huh?"
"Why is that, Om?"
"Mom ask us to the boutique now."
"Why go to the store?"
"I don't know either." Steven shakes.
"Yes it's ayok." The image pulls Steven's arm, takes him out of the hotel building. The handsome man stepped lethargic.
"You're not mad at me, are you, Cit?" ask her with a bad feeling.
The image shook its head. "No, why am I angry, Om?"
"Yes angry because we're not making love."
"It's okay, we'll have her at home."
"If at home you can't make stars envious, Cit."
"Why can't it? In my room there are windows too. Just open it up later, right?"
"Different, the atmosphere must be much more romantic in the hotel. In the hotel's high position of the room, must be much more beautiful when we see the scenery below. Anyway, if in the house there is Bejo and his friend. They stand guard every night at the security guard post and position my window right in front of the gate, later we are peered dong, Cit." Steven pursed his lips. Both of them got into the car. But the car has not gone because Jarwo himself has no gap to ask. They were both busy talking.
"Yes, tomorrow we'll stay at his hotel, Om."
"But, the guy I'm holding now. My eagle gatel." Steven touched hers in his pants. It looks like it's bloated from the outside. "I call him Eagle, Cit. Good didn't you say?"
"good. But why is it called everything?" Citra's forehead flinched.
"Yes let's be good, it's good if called fitting you again want."
"Sorry Mr. Steven" said Jarwo, who was in the steering wheel. "Where are we going now?"
"To the boutique, I'll send you the location." Steven types his phone, then sends the address via chat. Better Jarwo look at the maps, so it's good not to wonder.
After that, Jarwo's black car drove at a moderate pace. Steven immediately raised Citra's body, then sat on her lap.
"Don't fuck in the car, Om. There was Om Jarwo, embarrassed," Citra reprimanded when she saw Steven lowering both ropes of his frog clothes. Then his hand slipped into the shirt. "Soh, Om. I said no." The image held Steven's hand that was about to remove the bra hook.
"I want to hold onto you so that you can doang. Can, huh?" pinta Steven whispered in Citra's ear. His breath made the girl's body instantly bristle incessantly.
"Let's go home, Om."
"Little doang. I haven't been nyusu all day, I've been holding doang not—"
"Ouch! My stomach is hungry!" yell at someone who interrupts Steven's words.
"Sir Jarwo hasn't eaten yet?" ask Steven. "Would you eat first? If so, let me and Citra take a cab."
"I don't feel like I'm talking about anything, sir." Jarwo stared at Steven from the windshield of the car, his forehead flinched.
"So instead of—“
"Sir Jarwo quickly stop the car!" tell Steven quick.
"Why is that, sir?"
"Hurry and stop now!"
"Yes, yes." Jarwo quickly pulled the car over. Immediately Steven got out of the car with Citra, then he shifted the body of the girl to be behind him.
"What do you want to do?" Jarwo also came down, he looked astonished at Steven who was slowly bending down under the chair. The car door was deliberately left open.
A little more Steven can see who is under the seat, the premonition he is a bad person who deliberately infiltrated the car. Suddenly, something flew from there.
Steven was shocked with his eyes wide open. It turned out that the flying one was a parrot. And maybe the one who spoke was him.
That bird is Tian's bird. He did fly when after being mauled by Fira. But he chose to get into Jarwo's car and hide under a chair.
Unfortunately his stomach was rumbling, so he got caught.
"You! Why are you here?!" steven shouted as he looked at the bird. He also brushed off his body that perched on Citra's left shoulder.
"I'm Hungry Old Man. Please feed me!" the door fluttered its wings. He was flying near Steven. The handsome man tried to grab her, but it was so hard.
"Who are you calling old? How insolent!" shouts Steven furiously.
"sorry. You are handsome, very handsome," he said while nodding. Then he flew around twirling the body of Citra. "Gorgeous Miss, I'm hungry. Give me a meal, later I can die."
"What do you want to eat?" ask Citra.
Not yet the bird answered, but Steven had pulled Citra to both get into the car. Unfortunately, the movement of the bird was similarly agile. Now he had come in and even stood on Citra's lap.
"It's so brazen! Get out of here!" shouts Steven furiously. He managed to grab the body of the bird. Just now he was about to throw the bird through the window, but it was quickly prevented by Citra.
"Don't, Om. Poor him. He's starving it." The image looked at the cockatoo bird, both eyes seemed to be glazed. The bird seemed to be sad because it was hungry according to Citra.
"Miss, feed me," he asked limply. His head immediately leaned against the back of Citra's hand.
Slowly Citra released the bird in Steven's hand, then took it to stand on the thigh. But he did not stand, but lay down.
Jarwo twisted his body, then gave a red apple to Citra.
"Give him this, Miss. He must have loved fruit" Jarwo said. The image immediately took the fruit.
"Thank you, Om." Immediately the image thrust the fruit into the beak of the bird. He sniffed it first, then pecked at the fruit with his taper beak.
He soon ate well. It turns out that it is true said Jarwo, he likes fruit.
"What tastes good?" ask Citra while stroking the yellow crest of the bird. Suddenly the bird spread its wings, then pressed its body in the belly of Citra. As if hugging him.
"Gorgeous lady! Good miss! I love you!"
"Stop seducing him stupid!" steven was angry. Since then he had seen the behavior of the beast, and what he had done just now instantly made his blood boil. Steven also felt his eggs so hot inside his pants. Don't forget the eagle, he has been twitching as if envy asked to be eluted.
...It turns out that in addition to Udin, Arya, Om Gugun and Opa Angga ... Om also jealous of a parrot, huh? 😆...
...Oh pity his eagle is angered 🤣...