The Heart of Old Menjakaka
22. I don't like you
Steven raised his left arm, then patted Gugun's right shoulder. Her smile was engraved so captivating that her dimples were clearly visible.
"I promise it won't happen again, and I will always remember my promise to the late Father Danu."
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"Sore Mr. Stev," said the security guard who was on guard when he saw Steven had just returned home from work and was standing at the door.
"Sore." Steven pulled down the door handle and it turned out that the door was locked.
Then, he immediately attached his thumb to it to open the lock. Indeed, Steven's own apartment door uses a digital door, so it is enough to use his fingerprint or at least with a password to be able to unlock. The image itself has been told how many password numbers the door of his apartment.
Ceklek~
"Ah, Om home yet? How do you not push the bell?" The image sitting on the sofa stood up as it saw Steven coming. The girl immediately approached and pointed at the plastic in Steven's hand. "Om bring what? Is that dinner for us?"
"Yes, I bought it at the restaurant. Please just put it on the table, yeah. I'm gonna take a shower for a second." Steven gave some of the bags in his hand to Citra. "And there's a book for you, Cit. You will read and learn."
"Books? What book, Om? What novel?"
The image immediately carried the bag to the table, then put it up there. Soon he opened a few pockets and searched for the book Steven meant. After meeting, Citra looks frowned. He was astonished by the book that was now in his hands. It turned out that the book was a daily prayer and do'a guidebook.
"What's this book for, Om?" The image looked at Steven who was still standing in front of the door of his room.
"The name of the book is for you to read. You will learn and memorize. He said yesterday you couldn't pray because you didn't understand the reading, maybe it could help you" explained Steven gently. "Just .. I have something else for you." Steven opened the door of his room, then went inside. Not long after he returned with a paper bag, then gave it to Citra.
"What's this again, Om?" The image immediately opened it out of curiosity, and it turned out that the contents were pure and holy.
"That is prayer equipment for you, that way you can pray and finish praying for the late Father. Because as far as I know .. do'a is best done after we finish praying." Steven smilingly looked at Citra who was both looking at him seriously. I don't know what the girl was thinking, but her eyes were glazed over. "You take it easy .. It's all new, because I bought it for you."
"Buy me?" Image's eyes instantly sparkled, she puffed up her smile and her heart felt flowery. "Is this really what Om bought for me?"
"Yes, I bought it the day before we met. You can use it if you have memorized the prayer reading. And later we can also pray together."
"Congratulation tools? Both?"
Steven nodded. "Yes, both. Who else is the same?"
The image immediately ran over to Steven, then suddenly hugged his body tightly and made the man flabbergasted. "Thank you, Om. It's so good to me."
Images are often bought expensive clothes, expensive bags, expensive watches, expensive shoes and many more are expensive. It was all bought by Danu.
But only this time, at the age of 19 years, Citra for the first time bought prayer equipment by someone and the first person was Steven.
Danu is too busy with her work to forget the most important thing in life in the world for her child. All he did was spoil the image, nothing more.
"Together." Steven released a hug of Citra then stroked the top of her hair slowly. The girl immediately wiped away the tears on the cheeks. It seems she was crying. "Kok you cry? You're not happy with what I give you?"
"Zinc! Very cool, Om!" The image immediately hugged the paperbag in his hand while smiling widely. "I cry because I'm happy, not sad. I am happily married to Om. I like the same Om."
Steven smiled. "It's good that you are happy. Yes already .. I take a shower first. Don't forget to learn when you're free."
"Yes, Om." The image nodded in spirit, then he brought the book and the prayer landing into his room. 'I read and have a hafali. Let later can pray together Om Ganteng.' The image smiled as it smelled the thing, then placed it on the bed.
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"Om .. I want to ask you something, right?" ask Citra while staring at Steven who is in front of her. They are now sitting on the dining table chair, while eating the dinner menu.
"May, just say it."
"We're married. But Kok Om has never invited me to do my first night and go on a honeymoon, why, Om?"
The sudden image question made Steven craved the food he had just swallowed. "Uhuk! Uhuk!" Quickly he grabbed a glass nearby that was filled with water. Then chugging it until it's over.
"Why, Om?" The image held out a piece of tissue, showing a lot of water left on Steven's chin. "Om eat it slowly."
"I've been eating slowly, but I'm shocked." Steven took the thing, then wiped the water on his chin.
"Shocked why? I don't feel bad about you, Om."
"I was shocked by your question." Steven lowered his gaze, then wiped away the sweat that had just flowed on his forehead. Steven seemed to be sitting in agitation.
"Cock surprised?" The image frowned confusedly. "Shock why? Is there something wrong with my question?"
"There's nothing wrong, it's just that I can't do it."
"Kok so? But why?"
"Because I don't like you."
"Not like me?" Citra's eating activity immediately stopped, her chest suddenly felt tight. "What do you mean, Om? So Om hates me?"
...Happy Eid al-Adha all 🤗 on what sacrifice this year? Don't sacrifice feeling like Citra, ya🥲...