The Heart of Old Menjakaka
29. Behaa size
"What do you want to do?" A nurse patted the left shoulder of her husband Sindi, leaving the man flabbergasted and immediately turned his head. The door he had just opened was closed.
"My wife heard a scream from this room, sir. Out of curiosity my wife and I wanted to see it" he replied.
"Maybe your wife just misheard. No one who has died can scream." The nurse looked in disbelief.
"So I heard, sir," said Sindi.
"Let me check it out myself. Now Father and Mother can go, because if not from the family .. No one can enter" explained the nurse. He pointed his hand towards the lobby, asking them to leave.
"Oh, yes, that's it. We're sorry, sir." The man smiled along with Sindi, then they continued their steps to leave.
The nurse opened the door, but her body was immediately pushed away by Steven who had just walked out. The handsome man looked like a sweat bath, as well as Citra.
"Why are you and Miss inside?" asked the nurse with her eyes slightly widened, she was surprised to see Steven who came out suddenly. Fortunately, he had no history of heart disease.
"I was in the wrong room, sir," Steven said, running in disarray, leaving the confused-looking nurse.
*
Steven got in the car. He rubbed all over his sweaty face and opened his suit, even now that his white shirt was already soaked in sweat.
"I'm sorry if I stink, Cit. I'm overheated" Steven said, as he kept his breath up and down. He felt tired like he was running out of a marathon, slowly two buttons over the shirt he opened.
Steven raised the AC temperature to cool, then he approached Citra to wear a seat belt.
"Why were we talking, Om? My lips were also closed, I almost asphyxiated to know." The image of releasing both ropes of his frog clothes, he also felt hot.
"I'm sorry, it's all because I'm afraid you're screaming again." Steven looked at the image bead and noticed the face, his entire facial skin wet with sweat.
"What was the reason we were talking about? And why the hell is it at the morgue? I'm afraid to know, Om."
"There was a crazy guy, Cit. I'm scared."
Steven's gaze immediately followed the flow of water that had just flowed from the forehead, towards the neck and until it entered into the white T-shirt that Citra wore.
Steven's eyes suddenly rounded when it was realized that behind the white shirt was printed clearly a black bra. Maybe it's because the shirt is wet with sweat. And Steven can see the cleavage although it's a bit faint.
Instantly Steven remembered the heat struggle he had in his dream last night. The shadow of the two chewy objects that were rising and falling immediately filled his brain contents.
'What is the shape of his chest the same as in dreamland? Big and delicious?' Steven gulped his saliva violently, his eyes kept glaring in that direction and slightly peered inside as it was slightly open.
"Om seein' what, anyway?"
The successful Image question made Steven gasp in shock. He became aware of his daydreams and immediately turned his gaze and rubbed his face violently.
"Om see what that was? What's the matter with my shirt?" The image that was confused by Steven's attitude then lowered its gaze towards the chest. He watched and there seemed to be nothing there. "Soh, Om. Um why, anyway?"
"How much are you, Cit? Uh!" Steven immediately closed his lips with one of his hands.
I don't know why the question just escaped on his lips, and Steven felt like he wanted to grumble himself who had lost his mind.
'Shit! What did I say?' Only because of the sweat that flows, the mind and lips have been slumped everywhere.
"Of!" The image patted Steven on the shoulder and made the man re-imprisoned and immediately turned his head towards Citra. Both of her cheeks looked red, but it was not because of the blushing, but rather the former slap she had earlier.
"Yes!"
"Om why, anyway? So strange, why ask me about my size? It's 36, Om."
"36?"
"Yes. Want to buy me a behaa? When's? Now?"
"Yes, uh. No!" Steven shook his head quickly, as if he was misbehaving. "Have forgotten it." Waving his hand and taking a bottle of mineral water and chugging it to the end.
"It's really weird, it must be because we're going to the morgue. So the demon followed," Citra guessed, she pulled a few pieces of tissue and wiped the sweat that was still on her face and neck.
Steven immediately started the engine of his car, then drove at moderate speed. He tried to concentrate and brushed off all his dirty brains.
***
The image slowly opened its eyes, then its eyes went around a room. He was lying on the bed and in his own room.
"Kok I'm in the room? Since when?" The image pulled her body to sit, then touched her painful head. Slowly he stood up, then walked out.
"Eh, you're awake. How's sleep?" Steven who had just passed by stopped his steps, both of his hands carrying a bowl of porridge. She looks like she's taken a shower, her hair is wet and wears a short-sleeved shirt suit. Very handsome.
"I slept since when, Om? How can I not remember?" The image went inside again because Steven had entered first into his room, then put the porridge on the nightstand.
"Our bags are home. Oh yeah, take a shower first. I made you some porridge. Eat before it gets cold." Steven stared at the bowl of porridge that was still steamy that much. "And don't wet the bandage on your forehead."
"Duh .. My head hurts, Om." The image sits directly on the bed and touches his head. "I'm going to take a shower."
"If you still need to shower, just eat directly. Take the medicine." Steven pointed at the white plastic next to the bowl.
"But my body is sticky, Om. It was a day of drizzle."
"Yes, I'll take it, then. A minute ... I'll get some warm water into the basin, okay?" Steven came out of Citra's room, and a few minutes he came back with a basin and a small towel. Then put it on the bed. Viewed Citra is now lying down.
"Where are you going now?" ask Citra when she sees her husband leaving her room again.
Steven's steps stopped, he immediately turned around. "Not going anywhere, I'm just going to get out."
"Certainly why come out? He said I told him to just be dunked if the bath lemes."
"That's it, because you want to be wiped out I'm out."
"Yes Om help me dong, I'm sick again. I'm elap myself?" Citra put on a face.
"My time?" Steven pointed at his own face with widened eyes.
...Sok sok'an shocked, have not seen Om Stev, later if you have seen do not say if addicted, yes 🤣🤣 do not jitak palamu palu😒...