The Temptation of the Desire of the Stepchild
CHAPTER 30: THE LOST MEMORY PIECES

“Cake shop? Where I inget,” said Rama, his voice is getting smaller because while remembering. He thought hard by twisting his head but what appeared in his mind was precisely the image of Nita when she pulled her hair back. The more he would think of anything else, the more Nita's smile was clearly drawn in his mind.

Nita nodded slowly, waiting anxiously. Then Rama let out a quick sigh, those eyes sparkling.

“I forgot about that. I love the cheese cake there. Night-night, papah gets angry asking buyin it.” Rama remembered actually that time, from the afternoon papah had ordered a cake, but he forgot because of his race victory hyphora. He remembered ….

Disco music echoed in the big house of budi, incidentally his parents Budi just left for abroad. Many bottles of alcohol have been empty, then replaced with new ones on the table.

Despite the noise, Rama makes his phone in vibrating mode. As soon as he glanced at the name of the papah on the screen, Sergey went into the soundproof room.

“Where's the cake? Remember Ram, you're still in punishment. You don't see this at 9 p.m. An hour you should be home, or I'll tell Grandpa your mischief?”

“Iya-yes, Papah! Rama's coming home, now. Huh! No fun.”

“You're drunk again? You don't remember the ban from your Mom!” Sergey snapped with a booming sound on the phone so Rama had to keep the phone away in speaker mode.

“Outtime flu and sore throat, it was raining.” Rama chuckled in an attempt to reason. “I'm home, now home, already, yes Pah!”

“You want to go home now? No exclamation! Son of Mamih,” chirped Agus. His other friends continued to ask questions, Rama stretched his legs with a view seemed to move, like there was an earthquake.

“Let me take you! You're drunk, danger can crash,”

a woman said with worry.

Arriving at the cake shop, Rama walked in a daze and leaned back in the car. The shop is closed. Rama who at that time could not think, rather than get angry papah, he decided to wait and sit on the floor porch while smoking.

“Normally not closed? What's up, deserted tumben no through motor,”

mummified Rama. He switched off the new cigarette three times isaap*an because something was disturbing from a distance.

“Yes God! Where no taxi!”

The woman's shrill voice shifted Rama's head and found the woman in glasses. Waist hair tied in two tails, coiled in a yellow light beam. Seen back and forth the girl allowed the glasses, then stopped stepping, and stroked the box-framed glasses using a sweater.

Rama smiled a smile. He threw himself back and complained. “Anyone, tolo.ng …. Tolo.ng me!”

“Hi what's wrong with you, Mas!”

Rama felt the tiny hand sting his soul. Even when the first tiny finger was patted the skin of the arm, just above the elbow. DEG-DEG SERIES. This time he was stung by the hand of a woman. One corner of his lips was getting raised forming a sly grin.

Rama felt every warmth of the touch of a tiny finger like dangerous electricity. The more time shifted, the smell of sweat was out. Every touch of the woman is either on her chest, back or waist so that it makes her fall asleep.

Especially when she helped him up. His mind had crossed into space, he was getting behastr4t and could not stand it anymore. The tiny body was not strong support body until Rama's body felt floated and landed on something soft.

The pieces of memories that were long lost, and only remembered by Rama, were immediately scattered due to the clapping of Nita. Rama blinked several times on the face in front of him that looked both tiny ears. That upset face ... this touch .....