The Heart of Old Menjakaka
42. Get the fuck out of here!
"Om Hardcore," Citra said with a disappointed face, when she found out if the one who called her was Omnya.
The man immediately approached Citra and hugged her body, seeing Steven's face immediately sour at the sight. He did not like the man in front of him.
"How are you, honey?" Tegar stroked the top of Citra's hair gently, then raised her chin slightly so that the girl's face could stare at her.
"I'm good, Om. How about yourself?"
"Om is good too. How did you do it, Cit? Aren't you happy after you married that old virgin?" ask her with a pressing tone on the word 'old man' which was deliberately shown by Steven. But Tegar did not look at his nephew-in-law at all.
There is no such thing as real curusan, the image is still the same as it used to be. Hardcore just talk.
"I'm happy Om." Sweet smiling image.
Rigid bent his body, then softly kissed Citra's forehead. "You're busy tonight, aren't you? I'm gonna take you to watch."
"I—"
"I and Citra are going to go watch," Steven interrupted quickly and made the girl turn her head towards him.
"Feelings Om did not invite me to watch," Citra said while shaking her head.
"Now I'm hunkering."
"Cancel it. Mending you watch the same Om." Tegar said then again stroked the top of the hair Citra. "Lagian .. It's been almost a month since we met again, right? I miss you, Cit."
"Partner wants to eat, don't bother him." Steven seemed annoyed at the sight of Rigid constantly stroking the top of his wife's hair. He was also very uncomfortable and uncomfortable with the presence of the man.
"Who is disturbing?" cetus Tegar was angry. "You don't listen to Stev, no matter how much this image is my nephew. You have no right to forbid him from meeting me!"
"I didn't forbid it, but now Om's gone. Because Citra and I are going to have lunch." Steven clenched both his hands on the table. He would hate it if his show was interrupted.
"Oh you haven't eaten, have you?" Tegar tried to ease back his emotions, then looked back at Citra. "Yes you ate first, Om wants to go home. Later tonight Om will pick you up. Oh yes, how is your number now inactive? What's changing numbers?"
"Hapeku—"
"Still active." Steven interrupted again, his hands itching to quickly expel the man in front of him. But he did not dare because it would be considered impolite.
"But your number is off."
"Yesterday the hape was broken." Again Steven answered and it made a stern emotion.
"I asked Citra, not you!" berang Rigid while pointing his index finger at Steven's face.
"What if I answer? I'm her husband. It's up to me."
"You ...." Harder's hand was clenched and walked a few steps toward Steven, maybe a little more the man will punch Steven's cheek if Citra does not rush to block his arm that has been lifted.
"Om, don't make a fuss here. Not good with other visitors," Citra reprimanded.
He let out a rough breath, then lowered his arm. His eyes stared hard at Steven. 'Just look at you, Stev. Because of you .. My treasure floated.'
"Yes, Om go home first. You if you miss the same Om just play at home, do not hesitate, yes?"
"Yes." Yeah." Imagra.
Tegar kissed Citra's forehead again, then hugged her at a glance. Then he smiled and left them.
"No need to be horrified, Ommu is good outside the door," Steven was upset while staring at Citra who had just sat down.
"I mean Om said that his heart's strong Om is evil?"
"But I saw Om Hardcore is good. He's also like tu—"
"Ah Citra, who I thought it was."
Someone came to him, and there was the sound of his severed breath. Citra and Steven immediately turned their heads, and it turned out that person was Arya.
His entire face looked sweaty, even his white t-shirt looked wet. He's like running a marathon. But fortunately Steven did not smell the sticky smell on the man's body, even smelled a fragrant aroma even though not as fragrant as Steven according to.
"Eh, Brother Arya." The image grabbed a few pieces of tissue on the table, then gave it to the man and immediately he took it and then cleaned his face.
Arya did run earlier when she reached the courtyard of the restaurant. His motorbike also broke down on the road and he was willing to leave it on the side of the road and ride a motorcycle taxi. Fortunately, we got there in time.
Steven looked at the man beside the Image from bottom to top, there was nothing wrong with him, his face was also handsome.
'Who is he? Is that Smelly's friend? But how did Citra call him Brother?' steven's mind with a frowning.
"Where did you end up? How tired? Come sit down first." The image pulled on the chair beside him, and the man immediately sat down while looking at Steven.
Their eyes met and somehow Arya's hair immediately stood up because it was clear that Steven's eyes were so sharp, he seemed to dislike her presence.
'Who is he? Is he Citra's boyfriend? How old? Deserve Citra call Om, Arya's inner self while swallowing her saliva with difficulty.
"Sister is silent?" The image patted the man's arm and suddenly made him aghast. "What is Brother thirsty? It's a drink first." Citra gave him a glass of avocado juice that he had not had time to drink, then glanced at Steven for a moment because he wanted to see his facial expression. Steven's handsome face was very sour and red, his eyes glaring sharply at Arya without blinking.
'Is the handsome Om jealous?' inner Image.
"Can I have this juice, Cit?" Arya hesitated to take.
"Yes, just drink." Citra nodded then put the glass into Arya's hand and immediately the man received it, then downing it until it was not left.
After putting an empty glass on the table, Steven suddenly shifted his glass of juice on Arya. But the man seemed surprised by the meaning.
"Why bengong? Drink this." Steven grabbed the glass of juice, then shifted it to Arya to get closer.
"No need to Om. Thank you, I'm not thirsty." Arya shook her head quickly then shifted back the glass.
"I said drink this juice!" tell Steven with a slightly pressing tone. Back he shifted his glass, this time his eyes glared slightly.
"I'm not thirsty, Om. Thank you," Arya refused, shaking her head.
Steven shifted his glass towards Citra, the girl looked confused as well with Steven's intent. "Drink this, Cit."
"But it's got, right, Om?"
"Drink, or I spill it on the table?" threaten Steven who tried to tilt the glass, and quickly Citra took and drank it.
Maybe a little bit Citra drank it, but quickly Steven stood up and took the drink and chugged it. Fortunately Citra did not get the urge earlier, just a little juice was spilled on the dress in the chest.
"Eh, your clothes are dirty, Cit." Arya quickly took a tissue, her hand was slowly about to be fixed on Citra's chest. Maybe his intention was to clean it up. Not yet had time to stick, but his arm was already blocked by Steven. Not only did he block it, but the man also crushed it so strongly that Arya complained of pain. "Aawws! Sick, Om!"
"Go from here!" shouts Steven which makes Citra flabbergasted with both eyes perfectly rounded. Not only the image alone that looks shocked, but some visitors as well. They all looked up.
...How-how? Is there a burning feather in Om's pants? 🤣🤣...
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