The Heart of Old Menjakaka
30. Nasty oo
"My time?" Steven pointed at his own face with widened eyes. "You can't be alone? Stay up and take off your clothes, keep up. Easy, Cit."
"I'm lemes, Om. I don't have the energy." The voice of the image now sounded weak.
"Wake up to sit down?"
The image nodded faintly.
"So you couldn't walk, huh? How can you wake up now, anyway?" Steven looked at Citra with a face of disbelief. Indeed, the girl was just pretending, in order to attract Steven's sympathy.
"That's it, now I'm really limp. Just look at it." The image lifted his arm, and suddenly he instantly fell. He seemed to be demonstrating that right now he was completely helplessly limp.
"Yes, I don't need to be ignored. Just eat the porridge and keep taking the medicine." Steven sat his ass on the bed, near Citra.
"And I told you my body was sticky. Om mah not very sensitive, anyway. I'll just ask for help to wipe my body. If I could, I wouldn't ask for help." Image's eyeballs instantly glazed over, his face looking pleading sadly.
"But the thing is, you're undressing, Cit. Aren't you ashamed to be naked in front of me?" Steven's forehead immediately sweated, he also gulped. Again the trajectory of the heat struggle in his dream was again imagined, and it made him immediately nervous.
"Then but ...." The image fell silent for a moment, then said, "Eh, but 'Now Om has seen me naked."
"When? Never have." Steven frantically shook his head quickly.
"That time was once Om."
"No, never!"
"Sever."
"No, Cit. It's just a dream."
"Dreams?" Eyebrows Citra linked. "meaning?" The image looked at Steven seriously, and the man's face looked red. He also seemed to be gulping and wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Don't, Om dreamt I was naked, huh? Oh, that's so perverted."
Steven suddenly rounded his eyes, he immediately shook his head quickly. "Just do you want to talk, where might I dream of you, Cit!" his elbow.
"Continue what? He said he'd seen it in a dream?"
"Have forgotten it." Steven, who had run out of words to answer, shook one of his hands. "But the point is I don't want to and can't. Sorry, Cit."
"What reason?"
"I don't want to."
"What is the reason you don't want, Om? There must be a reason."
"Yes, now this is it. Try turning around, you see how I'm naked? Are you strong?" challenge Steven.
"Strong, why am I not strong."
"Really?"
"hey are. Om that's handsome, yes I'm not strong," he replied convincingly.
"But this is different. Being naked means seeing everything, are you strong?"
"Yes, I'm strong. Just try to get naked in front of me" Citra challenged.
Steven was silent for a moment, he looked at Citra seriously. But for some reason the girl immediately covered her face, and then there was no long sound of sobs.
"Currently, why are you? How crying?" Steven immediately approached Citra then opened his face, there were no tears there. It's just that Citra's face looks so sad.
"Om always reasoned! Nothing can! Nothing to want! Then just call Om Gugun deh." The image turned his face. His chest felt tight and rumbling.
"Call Gugun for what?"
"Let Om Gugun help me, wipe my body and see me naked."
Steven shook his head quickly. "Where can that be, Cit."
"That's not possible anymore. Yes, it's just Om." The image fell silent for a moment, then slowly those tears flowed at the corner of his eyes. "If indeed Om does not love me. at least Om dear dong same me. He said Om will always be by my side. If I need anything to say and now the proof Om won't. Then I'd better go with Daddy and Mommy."
"Hus! Don't talk like that, no good." Steven shifted the chin of the image until their faces looked at each other. Slowly she wiped those tears.
"Why the hell, Om. Why is Om keeping such a distance from me? Why is Om so uncomfortable every time I touch Om?"
"Because it's indeed—"
"Is it because you don't love?" sela Citra fast. "Then what should I do to make Om love me?"
"You don't have to do anything."
"But I want Om to love me."
"I can't."
The image immediately drew his body to sit down and Steven quickly dodged because of their close distance. Steven's behavior can be understood because the man really does not want to be close to him.
'Tuh 'right, dodge again.' The image of her rushing down from the bed with emotion, then she opened the closet and took all her clothes and put them in a suitcase.
"Hey, what are you doing? Why do you make clothes?" Steven immediately approached, then blocked one of Citra's hands.
"I want to get out of here!" The image brushed aside Steven's hand, then quickly closed the suitcase.
"You can't go anywhere, Cit." Steven held down the suitcase that was about to push.
"I want to go! Off!" The image pulls Steven's hand to release his suitcase, but is held back by Steven's greater energy. "Take off the suitcase, Om! I'm going!"
"No! You can't go!" Steven shakes.
"I want to go! I don't want to stay with Om who's mean to me!" shriek Citra while crying, her face red and her chest look up and down.
"I'm not bad for you, Cit. I love you."
"No! Oh no dear! Om wicked!"
Steven pulled the suitcase rough to make Citra's body interested and just take it straight into the arms. The girl thrashed and stomped Steven's chest, then immediately ran away without carrying a suitcase.
"Partner!" pekik Steven's. He ran after her as she walked out of the apartment.
...Stay here, Cit. Make what the heck life same expensive selling man 😏...