The Heart of Old Menjakaka
143. Wry smell
Steven immediately touched his hair. Feels sticky and wet. Then after that he approached the nose of one of his fingers.
And immediately his eyes were round. It was like the smell of eek, yet strangely white. Steven immediately remembered the moment where he met Kevin. And he sure—if it is the result of his work.
Panicked and nauseous, Steven ran away from there. Of course with Citra as well. They went into the CEO's office. Sofyan just clucked at the sight of the two. I don't know, it feels like there's something weird about her sister.
"Kok the Steven freak huh, Dik." Sofyan turned to Dika who had been standing next to him since. "Can the bird eek be on Steven's head? Isn't he clean and fragrant? Always keeping up appearances?"
"I don't know either, sir." Dika shook his head quickly. He is Steven's assistant, but doesn't know how he is. Steven himself was indeed a person who was closed to anyone.
"What's up with Steven, Yan?" asked Thunder who was still sitting. Sofyan turned around and returned to the chair.
"The hair is a bird's eek, sir," Sofyan replied. Sontak—everyone who was sitting there immediately laughed and shook their heads. Feel funny. "Sorry, yes. The meeting became convoluted like this. We'll wait for Steven in a minute, he's probably in the bathroom cleaning his hair" she said with a bad feeling. They just answered with a nod of their head.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom in the CEO's room, the couple looked excited.
Steven asked Citra to help him clean up that shit. Shake the water and give it a shampoo so that the smell goes away. But precisely—the whole body of Steven is flushed with water. Everything was wet from the shower faucet spray.
"Sorry, Om. This is a very difficult hose," said Citra who is still busy with a hose in her hand. When pressed so hard and once pressed more strongly it is precisely the water sprayed very much. Make Steven soaked.
"Okay, Cit. I'm all wet to the bottom," complained Steven as he touched his pants. Chest jerking. Stirring with burning emotions.
But he still tries to control it. It is not good if it is evaporated to Citra because he is not wrong and instead becomes a victim. Now, the one to blame according to him is Kevin. The parrot who always acted rudely to him.
'Just look at you, Kevin! After I get together and get rid of these handcuffs .. You'll be my satay!' Steven called out in his heart.
"How are you doing, Om?" tanya Citra was confused, but the look on her face was so sad. "I can't change clothes either. I'm sorry, Om."
"You don't have to apologize." Steven kissed Citra's lips and stroked her blushing-looking cheeks. "It's not your fault. Just let me get wet, the important thing is I don't smell. Let's go to the meeting room again."
"In a moment, Om." The image stopped Steven from taking him out of the bathroom. She then pulled a towel on the hanger, then helped dry her husband's hair and body. "Let's not get too wet later. But ... If Om gets in the wind how?"
Steven shook his head quickly. "No, I'm strong. No way it's catching a cold, Cit."
"Hopefully yes, Om."
"Yes." Yeah."
Once enough, they came out of the bathroom and Steven's room. Then to the meeting room.
Steven really looks so silly. Not too bad for his appearance. Those who saw it could only hold back a laugh, for fear that the man would be angry.
Maybe only Sofyan's laughter sounded crisp. The guy doesn't care if Steven gets angry or not.
"Please ignore the looks and what has happened to me. We can start now" said Steven as he sat in the chair next to Citra. They sit at the front.
The meeting was successful despite so torturing Steven. Because when the meeting session began— he felt nauseous, cold and held the burp that was about to come out. He felt his stomach so bloated and painful.
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"You want Brother to call the Doctor?" sofyan asked as he walked with Steven and Citra towards Steven's room.
They went in together and sat on the sofa. Steven's face was so pale. He immediately twitched on Citra's shoulder.
"Aren't you asking for help from security guards or technicians in your office?" asked Sofyan who was sitting on the single sofa.
"Not yet, came very close. Help me, brother. Just buy me and Citra porridge too. We were both hungry" Steven said as he stroked his own stomach and Citra's stomach suddenly rang.
Sofyan let out his breath heavily. "You freaks out. Could've been handcuffed, anyway? Tell me the reason first. Just helped out."
"I'm buying handcuffs, brother. I'm the one who handcuffed him" Steven replied honestly.
"Well?" Sofyan's forehead flinched. He felt astonished and it felt like what Steven was doing was not making sense.
"So that the image does not cross. Yesterday, she was brought by Mama. Kan Kakun knows for himself he was brought by the mustache Lele Gugun."
"Yes my. So much you, Stev." Sofyan stroked his chest while shaking his head, then stood up. "Yes, I'm looking for help first."
"Don't forget the food, brother. I'm a really laper. Image as well."
"Yes." Yeah." Sofyan nodded, then walked out of the room and closed the door.
"Om not having a blanket in the office? Shall I get it?" bargain Citra while stroking Steven's arm. It felt cold and Citra felt unbearable, afraid her husband really catch a cold.
"If you take it, it's the same that I come. No need to, Cit," reject Steven while peeking Citra cheeks. His feet felt weak to walk. "We'll just sit here and wait for Sofyan."
"But it looks like it's cold."
"Yes, it's cold."
"A strong wait for him?"
"Strongly. But I think I want to get in here, Cit." In this situation, Steven still had four perverted brains. His hand is now fumbling. Get inside the tanktop that Citra is wearing and infiltrate the bra. "Let's come here like an angel, Cit. Uh, I haven't been suicidal either, have I?"
"Om talkin' what, anyway?" The image drew Steven's hand as the man had already brushed one of his breasts. "It's in the office, Om. And Om'n't big, time goes to the chest. Where can."
"Just "face. Not all." Steven pushed slowly the body of Citra to make her lie on a long sofa. Then he went up on his body.
However, his hand that was about to reveal the tanktop was immediately prevented by Citra.
"Don't, Om. What if someone suddenly comes in?"
"Before doang. It won't take long."
"But I smell wry. Not taking a shower yet."
"You smell good, who says you smell bad?" Steven immediately revealed his wife's tanktop, along with a bra as well. After the two challenging gelatin were no longer a barrier, he immediately stormed it.
It might have been a minute for the old baby to suckle, but both of them were immediately aghast when suddenly the door of the room was opened by someone.
Ceklek~
"Astaghfiullah! Steven!"
...Hadeehh, behavior 🙈...