The Heart of Old Menjakaka
394. Smooth no hair
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The sound of mobile phone vibration on the table suddenly made Steven aghast from his seat, also with both eyes open perfectly.
"Astaghfirullah ...."
Apparently Steven fell asleep. And when he picked up the phone he was surprised again because he saw it was already at 18:00.
An incoming call bearing the name 'My Beloved Wife' is shown on the mobile phone screen, which means Citra. But Steven himself was astonished, since when did he name a contact number like that? It feels alay.
"What is Citra? Turns out I had the number, yes," Steven murmured, then swiped the screen to pick up the call.
"Hello, Aa .. assalamualaikum," said Citra from across there. His voice sounded so soft.
"Greetings hallaikum."
"What is overtime? How come you haven't come home yet?"
"It's just coming home."
"Oh that. Haven't you broken your fast yet, A? Would you like to eat together .. same me?" tawar Citra's.
"Astaghfirullahallazim ...." Steven immediately rubbed his face, because he forgot because he did not fast all day.
"Why, A? Why istighfar?"
"I forgot to fast, Cit. I ate and drank as usual."
"Oh .. That's okay, A. Aa also 'wasn't sahur this morning."
"Yes. Yes yes, Cit."
"So Aa wants to eat with me?"
"First off, Cit."
"Eemm .. I had plans to take Aa away tonight. And before that .. we stopped by for dinner first at Nissa's restaurant."
"And I told you first. Where do you want to go anyway, malem-malem? The twins also pity if brought mallem-malem, Cit."
"The twins I gave to Mama, A. And about where I want to go I plan to look Om Rama. He said Papa had an accident and went to the hospital."
"Om Rama who is it, Cit?" ask Steven who seems to have forgotten.
"His husband Sisil, A."
"Who is that?"
"Om Gugun's sister."
"Who is Om Gugun?"
"Father's assistant."
"Whose father?"
"My father is, A," Citra replied and soon heard the sound of her breathing. "Maybe a lot of things Aa forgot. So it's kind of hard for me to explain."
"Yes already."
"If Aa doesn't want to go with me, I'll go with Papa how, A?"
"Udah do not have to go anyway, Cit, why also you look at Om Rama. Don't know me with him." Steven looks sniffy.
"Om Rama it—"
"My senior? Om Yahya's son?" Steven's forehead frowned instantly, he was stunned for a moment. Trying to remember.
"Yes, Om Yahya Papa's friend. The time you don't remember? The one with the beard, the face serem."
"Oh .. Yes, yes, I remember, Pa!" Steven nodded quickly.
"Then, you have to take the image there. All of you must also look at Rama," said Angga with a little forcing you. "Pas you're suspended ... Rama and his wife, Stev, take Citra and the twins to see you, before you are taken to be buried. The Twins of Rama also exist, so now you do not want to look at him? Poor him, after the accident. His head was bumped, just like you."
'Eemmm .. upon meeting Citra, I can immediately divorce her. Yes, even better this conversation is only four eyes. Let Citra also understand later, if I do not love her.' Steven was thinking when he suddenly got an idea that he thought was brilliant.
"Stevs! You heard Papa say no, anyway, from earlier?!" gerutu Angga who is still across there.
"Yes, Pa, I'm horrified" Steven said quickly.
"If horror keeps what gets you? Don't refuse, Stev, pity your wife. He said he wanted to eat malem both the same as you. Maybe that way ... you will remember a little while with him."
"OKAY. I'll take Citra to dinner with her" Steven replied. "Tell me to get ready, Pa, here I want to take a shower for a while keep otewe."
"OKAY. Yes, yes, assalamualaikum. Be careful you get in the car, Stev."
"Greetings walaikum. Yeah, Pa," Steven replied then turned off the call. Then, he passed to the bathroom, about to take a shower before going home.
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A few minutes later, he finally reached his parents' home
But he just stopped his car in front of the gate, didn't go inside. Steven intentionally did it because he waited for the image to come out on its own and then went straight in. To leave immediately.
"Where is Citra? How come you haven't left the house?" muttered Steven who was staring at the house, looking for the whereabouts of Citra. And before long, the woman he had been waiting for finally came out.
From a distance, the aura of beauty from the female instantly emanated clearly.
Especially when she was wearing a pink sleeveless knee-length dress, her hair decomposed long and so straight with a bando on it. Both legs wear white high heels, not to forget he also carries a small black tote bag in his hand.
Yoke! Yoke! Yoke! Yoke!
"Lt!" call Citra while knocking on the car glass, because when you want to open the door it is locked.
Steven gasped and immediately rubbed his face violently, because he could not blink to see his own wife who walked to the car. Soon, he unlocked his car and soon Citra came in.
"A when did it arrive? What was it from before?" ask Citra who was sitting next to Steven.
And in an instant, the scent of the perfume filled the car space until it entered Steven's sense of smell. But to be honest, the scent of perfume felt so comfortable and delicious that Steven felt.
"Aa, I'm nanya. How is diem? And why the hell?"
The image moved his five fingers to the front of Steven's face. And suddenly made the man again gasp, because like what Citra said earlier. The man had indeed since he got into the car just stupefied looking at him.
"Aahh .. yes, I-I bar-ru sa-till kook, Cit," Steven replied with a wave, his face had already turned in another direction. 'Shit!! Why is she so beautiful and fragrant? And why did I arrive this way too, ' Steven's inner self while rubbing his chest. In addition, his heart was now pounding incoherently.
The image frowned watching the husband's face that looked flushed like boiled shrimp. He slowly approached, then touched Steven's forehead. "Awhy? What pain?"
Steven suddenly rounded his eyes, then looked at the outstretched white arm of Image. But the look in his eyes now fell on his wife's armpits, which looked so white, smooth and cute. He also swallowed saliva.
'My teeth are also white, but it turns out .. The keteknya the Citra is much whiter. Mana smooth no longer hairy, Steven's inner with a look of amazement and wonder. 'And if I lick ... what does it feel like, huh? Is it bitter, or is it salty? But that blanket must be sweet, right?'
...Yes if curious² really mending try, Om 🤣...