The Heart of Old Menjakaka
17. Can smell it
"I ... I .. I don't see, '" replied Citra nervously. He had to lie, because it felt Citra was embarrassed to see the incident.
"You don't see? What lie is it?" Steven's chest felt plong, almost his heart was dislodged because of the fear of Citra seeing one of his assets.
"Yes, Om."
"Why did you go to my room? Want what? Next time knock on the door .. It's not polite of you, Cit." Steven snorted in annoyance.
"Sorry, Om. I went to Om's room at first just to make sure that Om was eating, I thought Om was sleeping. It turns out that Om is praying. I'm sorry."
Steven sighed with relief. "Yes, now open the door fast."
"You want what, Om?"
"Kok what do you want? He said he'd get himself to bed."
"No, Om, I'm fucking up now."
"Oh yes already." Steven was just about to step out of the room, but was stopped by hearing,
"Good night Om Ganteng, may you have a good dream" Citra said. This time his voice was clear.
"Night, you too." Steven smiled faintly, then passed into his room.
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Next day.
On the way up the car to the university the atmosphere was so quiet. Almost no one opens a voice and starts a conversation.
However, since then Citra's eye spotlight never slipped on the core of Steven's body that looks bloated behind the pants. The man was wearing a blue nevi suit.
Although yesterday he had felt horror seeing objects in there, in fact now Citra wonders to herself. Why is it like that and is round and hairy?
Understandably, from childhood until now Citra has never seen the goods of men. Even if it was a baby. So it was only natural that at this moment he felt strange and astonished.
Intentions want to ask deeper, but in fact Citra can not. He felt very embarrassed and tried to forget it even though it still crossed the brain.
"What do you see, Cit?" Steven who knows Citra watching his lower body then quickly pulled his suit, so as to cover his pants are bloated.
"Celana Om is good, looks like new, huh?"
Steven shakes. "Now new. It's been a long time. Oh yes ... later you go to college you go to the salon."
"Why would the salon?"
"Take your hair black."
"I also want to replace it, but yesterday said the salon .. My hair can not be changed color first."
"Why indeed?"
"Say wait 4 weeks, because my hair will be damaged. I'm also gonna change my hair color a lot, Om."
"Let's go to a nice salon, your hair won't break later. I don't really like the color of your hair." Steven saw yellow hair.
"OK deh. Eemm .. So Om likes black-haired girls, huh?" Smiling image. "If my hair is black .. Can Om like me?"
Steven stared at Citra for a moment, then he refocused on driving. There was not the slightest trace in his heart to answer that question.
"Om .. Why not answer?" ask Citra curious.
"Later to talk, I'm driving."
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After thirty minutes of travel, Steven's black car finally parked in the courtyard of the skyscraper. Both of them got off the car.
"Partner!" call Susi, Rosa, Udin and David. They stood in front of the skyscraper, waiting for the girl's presence.
"Hi friends" Citra replied.
Steven rounded his eyes as he looked at the four people in front of him. He was amazed by the color of his hair that was all the same, as well as his wife's hair.
'They seem to be alay children, just like Citra, ' her inner self.
"Don't call him Om handsome!" firm Image angry. It doesn't seem sincere if anyone calls that name for Steven, because he thinks it's just a call for him. "Only I can call him Om Ganteng!" The girl patted his chest.
"We don't know his name, Cit. So—"
"My name is Steven." Steven interrupted Lusi's speech.
"He who are you, Cit?" asked Udin looking at Steven.
"He ...." The image rolled its eyes at Steven for a moment, then looked back at Udin. "Omm."
"Omm?" Udin frowned. Then stretched out his hand towards Steven inviting the man to get acquainted. "Greetings, Om. My name is Udin, Citra's friend."
Steven stared at the young man from toe to toe, his appearance really made him illfil. He wears a blue-nevi jeans jacket, a black t-shirt and torn-up black jeans.
Its appearance is decyl, yellow-toothed and also underarm odor. Steven who inhaled the scent immediately closed his nose, then passed away without responding to the young man.
"I'm going to the Dean's room first, guys." The image smiled as it waved its hand, then ran after her husband.
"That's what Image is, anyway? Very arrogant." Udin looked at his friends. He is also like Susi and Rosa, only knowing Tegar and Tian as his friend Om.
"I don't know either." Lusi. "Yesterday Citra said that she was her husband" added Lusi, who made David and Udin widen their eyes.
"What's? Husband? When did Citra get married?" Udin was shocked and in disbelief. He felt his chest tightening suddenly.
"It looks like he's just lying, Din." Rosa. "So he said that Om Ganteng is Omnya. It was Citra the halu man. Yeah, right, Lus?" Rosa looked at Lusi then the girl nodded.
"Oh .. thank goodness." Udin sighed with relief, and stroked his chest. "Almost my chest is claustrophobic."
"Hurried why? Do you like the image?" ask Rosa.
Udin nodded. "Yes, when I don't like it. The image of her child is beautiful."
"Be aware, Din. You are ugly. What image would." Lusi reprimanded him while giggling amusedly. "So your friend is lucky."
"Eh by the way, Lus. Yesterday' will mean the image lies with us. Aye, right? Now we have a dong treaty," said Luci.
"That's right." Rosa's eyes instantly sparkled. "Eat our good for a month." The girl pranced.
"Dih, want me dong. My time is not treated either," said Udin.
"I want to." too." David was talking.
"Request the same image. It will be at rest hours" said Lusi.
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"Om .. Why was Om not nanggepin the Udin, anyway? He'll bring Om acquaintance." The image turned towards Steven who since riding the elevator was immediately busy with his phone.
"Not important" he said
"But he's my friend, Om."
"Keep why?" Steven stared at Citra with a flat face. "I don't like people who are dirty and stinky."
"I mean Om ... Stinky udin?"
"Do you have a nose? He said he was your friend. You should have kissed her."
The image shook quickly. "I don't want to kiss Udin, Om. I don't like him."
"Who asked you to kiss Udin?" Steven's eye brows are linked.
"So she said I could kiss her?"
"I mean smell his armpits, Cit!" Steven clucked in annoyance.
"Directly from the armpit? Don't want to."