The Heart of Old Menjakaka
28. Unjust
"Why? Is there something wrong with my smile?" Steven's sweet smile instantly disappeared, now his forehead was frowning.
"Nothing's wrong." Imagery shook. "It just makes me fall in love."
"So he said to make you sad? Which one is right?"
"Both are right."
"meaning?" Steven's face looks confused, Citra's speech does sound confusing.
"If I love Om more, I'm sadder because I know Om doesn't love me."
"So you don't love your wife? But why?" The glasses doctor who was still there suddenly responded with a question. Suddenly he became a kepo.
"Because Om Ganteng thinks I'm his niece Om Doctor." Who answered Citra, her voice sounded so soft. "When I asked for sex she didn't want to, Om. He said the reason didn't love me yet" he told me.
"Kok that?" The doctor looked at Steven who was grumbling. "Why can that be, sir? You should be grateful .. Father's wife is besides beautiful, she also looks much younger than the Father who is already Om-om."
Steven clucked in annoyance. The honesty of the doctor's lips suddenly made his chest hot. Steven was offended by his words.
"It's not the doctor's business!" firmly Steven was angry, his eyes glaring at the glasses Doctor.
Then, he immediately turned his back to Citra and bowed his body. From behind his arms grabbed his wife's small body, then pulled it and after that he straightened up. Now Citra has succeeded he carried.
"I'm sorry, Doc." Steven passed out from there, he sighed violently as he stepped.
Honestly he wanted to grumble at Citra because of what he said earlier, which seemed to expose the disgrace of his household. But it feels like Steven's mouth is heavy to talk because he is afraid if Citra will cry again.
The image smiled happily, he cupped Steven's back in happiness. Then glued his face towards that wide back, slowly Citra sniffed the scent of Steven's body. His aroma always made him drunk and heart-throbbing. The image was very fond of whatever was on the man's body.
"Don't kiss my back like that, Cit!" Steven felt a touch of the nose of the image that had been stuck and stroking his back. It made his body instantly bristle and amused.
"Funny, nothing can!" The image grunted annoyedly. He hurriedly put his face away on Steven's back while pursing his lips.
"It's not okay, but you know I haven't had a shower in the morning. Must smell!" grumbling Steven.
"Yes, Om does smell! I know how it stinks!" pekik Citra.
From behind, it felt like he wanted to grab Steven's black hair because of anxiety, but he did not dare and instead the hair made him fascinated.
Imagra. 'Ck! Why does Om handsome always make my heart beat, anyway? Why does he still look good from behind? Why is he still handsome and fragrant even though he has not taken a bath? It doesn't seem fair!' grunts in the heart.
"Have you figured out the smell, so why is nyiumin?" ask Steven.
'Shit! It's nasty!' Panicked, Steven turned to his right and left, looking for a room to hide. And the choice fell on the room at the very end of the hall.
Steven ran into the club and went in there and cornered his body. The roar of his breath was wheezing, he felt tired because he also carried the body of Citra which was quite heavy.
"Om ... Why did we come in here? And where is this, Om?"
The image frowned. The room was minimal lighting, but even so vaguely he saw a lot of several branches there. There was a white cloth on it and his eyes were rounded when his gaze was fixed on a foot that looked pale white, the foot was behind a white cloth and came out slightly.
"Abkkhhh!" The image screamed in fear as her feet touched on the skin that felt cold, and when she dropped her gaze, it turned out that her feet were touching on pale feet that were in one of the bracages.
From the outside, Sindi stopped her steps and held her husband's arm until she made him stop. Then, he turned his head to the side right at the source of the voice he had heard earlier.
As soon as the feathers stood up, his body also immediately brushed when it turned out that the room he saw was the mortuary room.
"Mama why? How's stopping?" asked the man next to her, turning to her, she was her husband Sindi.
"Ta-tadi Mama de-heard a scream from the room, Pa," he said stammered. With trembling hands, Sindi pointed at the room with her thumb. His face looked frightened.
"What scream?" Her husband turned his head in the direction in question, then his forehead flinched. "That's the morgue, Ma."
Sindi nodded quickly. "Yes. I heard someone screaming."
"Then anyway? Papa didn't hear anything."
"But Mama listen, let's see, Pa." Though scared, but Sindi was curious.
"They're dead people, Ma. Where there may be a sound ...." Slowly the man approached the room, Sindi also came along.
Steven who was inside there was already sweating coldly and hopefully anxious, he heard the voice of the conversation of his parents. The entire face to the body has been sweating and the air in there is also very hot.
The image has now been carried in a position facing each other, the girl's back is attached to the wall and the distance between the two bodies is very close. Even stuck together. But the lips of Citra was closed by one of Steven's hands, it was done so that the girl did not return screaming and more curious people outside.
If Citra looks scared because she knows they are surrounded by dead people, Steven is afraid that until his parents find out and see them in there.
'Oh Allah .. Don't let Mama and Papa come in here. I don't want to, I don't want them to know.'
Steven's heart was pounding so hard, the glare of his eyes was so keenly staring at the door. Sontak—dia also delicated when the sound of the door handle was lowered from outside.
Ceklek~
...Don't be accrued to Allah 🤲 to be caught 😆...