The Heart of Old Menjakaka
141. It's over-named
The image blinked its eyes forcefully as it suddenly felt a mule on its stomach. So wrapped around like wanting to throw away a wish.
He immediately pulled his body to sit down and dropped his feet on the floor. But when he was about to stand—his left wrist was caught by something.
The image looked at him, and suddenly both of his eyes widened because they saw there were handcuffs there and connected with Steven's hands.
"Cuffed cuffs? Who did this?" The image is still thinking positively. There may be people who prank on them while they are sleeping. Because according to him, it is impossible if it was Steven. He's sure—Steven wouldn't do something silly like that. "Om .. wake up! Our hands are handcuffed!" The image shook Steven's back a bit tight.
Soon the man opened his eyes slowly.
"What's up, Cit?" tanyanya rubbing eyes.
"It's our handcuffed hands, Om!" exclaim Citra with a pressing tone. He's holding mules.
"Leave it," he said casually. "Let's go to sleep again." Steven pulled Citra's arm and made her sit on the bed.
"Kok let? The thing is I mules muck up, Om!"
Steven's eyes immediately glared. Open wide perfectly. Quickly he got out of bed, and ruffled the mattress with his eyes around. Like looking for something.
"Om looking for what? I mule, can't stand it!" Both thighs Citra flank strongly. His face was red.
"Search for keys, Cit. Handcuff keys!" Steven looks like a panicked worm.
After shuffling the bed and not finding the key, he crouched down under the bed. Looking for black plastic.
He forgot to take the key. In fact, immediately threw away his place and as a result now what he was looking for was not found.
"Where is the key! Where's the black plastic!" Steven shouted with a frustrated face.
Citra's face was already turning blue, the sweat on her face was flowing profusely. He could at least resist urinating and defecating. If it's too late, it could end up in your pants.
Instead of the incident that used to happen, Citra quickly ran to the bathroom. Steven's arm was also interested. Take him to the bathroom.
Steven was surprised when he now saw Citra lowering her pants and sitting in the closet.
His eyes were perfectly rounded when Citra had started to push out the already unbearable fried banana.
"Eeeughhhh!"
"Luck!" Steven immediately vomited. Feeling sultry. Who is the person who will not be nauseous if he witnesses for himself someone who is throwing away.
Although it was indeed the person he loved, but still the ongoing process was so self-torturing.
Aroma .... Ah, no need to describe. Maybe everyone knows too. How terrible it is, getting into the nasal cavity.
It felt like Steven was going from there, but his wrist was held back by Citra. The girl seemed to have deep energy while concentrating.
As a result, Steven tightly closed his nose. He put his face in the shirt to save himself.
However, all his efforts were unsuccessful. Still in the end he continued to vomit until the bowel session was over.
*
With a staggering step, Steven came out of the bathroom with Citra. His head felt dizzy, his face was also pale.
"Sorry, Om. I couldn't stand it," Citra said as she stroked her stomach. He feels so relieved.
'Very weak to me. Nausea, Steven's inner self while swallowing saliva. His stomach still felt turbulent, but he held on.
He wanted to feel angry, but confused as to whom. Even to Citra seems impossible.
Steven's body is still weak actually, but he tried to find the key again. Even now he has gone under the bed.
"So this is Om? Om the one who's handcuffing?" ask Citra. He suddenly suspected.
"Yes." Yeah."
The eyes of Citra. Surprised and unexpected. "Seriously? But why, Om?" The image immediately crouched to see her husband who was still being helped.
"So you don't tell me when I wake up, Cit."
"Where to go, Om? I'm not going anywhere."
"Yes yesterday for example. I'm afraid to know, afraid you're being taken away by Gugun." Steven got out of bed, stood up and grabbed his phone on the nightstand. He immediately contacted the hotel. Request assistance.
"But there's no need to handcuff everything, Om. It's over-named." The image touched her wrist which looked red in handcuffs. And it actually hurts. "My hands are sick."
"Sorry, but that's all I think about so you don't tell me, Cit." Steven pulled out Citra's arm, then peeked at the back of her hand. He also kissed his lips which looked already manyuned now. "Don't get mad, I'll get someone to help me find the key. I'll treat your hand later." Steven looked at Citra with a pleading look. Because now his wife's face looks scowled.
'Why can't a handsome Om be this ridiculous? Bizarrely. If I'm afraid I say 'will be able to lock the door and umpetin only the card system. So that I can't get out without her permission. Not even handcuffed like this!' The image snorted annoyedly, mumbled in the heart. 'And anyways .. I will not go without his permission anymore!'
Shortly after someone rang the doorbell of his room, immediately Steven opened it.
"Good morning. Can I help you?" ask the man in the black uniform. He was a security there and came alone with his professional friend.
"Please find the handcuff keys in this room!" tell Steven while raising his arm.
The two men in uniform eyes were round. His forehead twitched in wonder.
"Can you and Miss be handcuffed? Who did it?" ask one of them.
"Not much to ask. Just do it quickly. I'll give you some great tips" Steven said. He also stroked Citra's hair, then invited her to sit on the mattress. "Search on the floor only. It looks like the key is inside a black plastic or handcuff box," Steven said, as he watched the two men open the curtains and grab the couch cushions.
The two men also nodded obediently. And then crawled around looking for the key.
Steven's phone suddenly rang loudly. The call was from Sofyan. Soon he lifted it up.
"Where are you, Stev?" ask Sofyan from across the street.
"I'm at the hotel, where else."
"Cock in the hotel? What day have you forgotten?"
"Day ...." Steven was silent for a moment, remembering. "Tuesday."
"Yes, what's the sign?"
"What's the sign, anyway?" Steven looked confused and upset. His sister was like giving him a riddle. Though at this time he was so dizzy with the problems he was experiencing. Plus Citra also seemed to be angry at him.
"We have a meeting! You forgot, huh? Get to the office now! Brother and Mr. Thunder are waiting for you in the meeting room!" sophyan then turned off the phone.
Degh's!
Steven's eyes instantly rounded perfectly. He just remembered that today there was an important meeting discussing about the mall manufacturing project. Maybe Steven had wanted a month not to go to the office, and the meeting could not be postponed anymore because he had often delayed.
"Sorry, Sir. But the key is not there" said one of the security guard while standing staring at Steven.
"Yes. I also do not see black plastic or handcuff boxes, sir," added the other security.
He's already shifted both couches, tables, nightstands and others. Almost all the things that have under it he slide. But unfortunately he did not manage to find what Steven asked for. It's like it's lost to the earth.
...Sorry new up and like just because, because the Author again does not feel good 🥲...