Just a Servant
Who else is this...?

When it was finished, as usual. Before returning to see my father and Bagas, I glanced first. Cleaned my hair with the palms I had wetted.

While glazed over it, I faintly heard a strange sound. Immediately I dyedukan, pay attention to the circumstances around. Ensuring...

What is that sound...?

I slowly stepped in with my best ear, towards the direction from which the sound came.

Step by step, the sound that was heard grew clearer. The closer my heart gets, the more unpleasant it becomes. Along with that, my brain is also a part of traveling not because. How not like that, if what you hear is similar to that sigh held back... 🥴

I stopped in front of the linen room. I'm sure the voice came from inside. I should have ignored that voice. But curiosity has also taken hold of me. Slowly, I opened the door to the room...

CKLEK...

Ishh...

I pushed the door open wide. Suddenly the voices stopped. Almost at the same time, my eyes found two people whose positions seemed unfavorable to diggoki.

The woman is busy tidying up her top clothes whose buttons have been removed. While the man hurriedly pulled the zipper pants. I even got to think...

Fortunately, it is not squeezed "creature" because it is too quickly put back into the nest...

Don't ask the expressions of the two... They must be ashamed but also angry with me. The proof is that they look at me like a person in shock.

The men even glared to see me present there interrupting their activities.

I'm actually ashamed myself. It feels like if you watch bo*kep continue to be caught with your bokap... Confused about you, want to do...

"Sorry..." That's all I can say while turning away.

"Anna?"

There was a voice that the man mentioned a name.

At first I would walk away from it and act as if nothing had happened just now. What they do is not directly related to me. But when the male voice mentioned the word "Anna", my brain went straight to work...

Anna is my name, right? ... Does he recognize me too?

I stopped in front of the linen room door and turned around. I went back inside to ask who he was... But the man was chasing me outside.

" Anna... You're back... Emm .. This is not what you think... " Said.

That statement sounds funny to me... If you were in my position, and saw a scene like that just now, what would happen to your head? Are you gonna think, they're playing cop ransacking a thief? Could there be another connotation?

"What do you mean?" I was pretending to be stupid.

"That's me and him..."

It seems that he himself also had difficulty to string up excuses.

"Ah, stop... Not important either..." I said as I turned to leave. Instantly I forgot the reason I stopped walking earlier. But the man was chasing me.

"Anna..."

"Anna's... Anna's... You who? I don't think we know each other..." I said ketus. But he doesn't seem to give up...

"Anna. forgive me..." He said while blocking my arm, holding me back from moving on.

"I'm sorry for what?" I don't understand. What's the connection, he did so and then apologized to me?

"Already, ah...!" I flicked his hand that was still blocking my arm. His check was missed, but he still didn't want to leave. I finally turned around and walked away first.

"Have you come to see your father ..? Let me accompany you..." The man said, but he taught me my steps.

"Dad...?" Rework me.

What does he mean, Ruswanto?

"I've met him before..." Answer thus.

"Have you met...? Emmm is he talking about me?"

"Why are we talking about you...?" I asked back.

"You think, who you are, that we should talk about you..." I said while looking at his face. Examines every change in expression on his face.

Actually, what I said was rational. I don't know this guy, so why talk about it. But it seems like my sentence was just interpreted differently by that man...

"Anna, please. Don't be like that to me..." He said in a slightly clear tone.

"What do you mean...?" I'm even confused. But before he could answer, there was the sound of someone calling...

"And...!"

The man looked up and stopped walking. Apparently the woman who called him. I who felt bad for the woman, also because I did not want to know about the man, immediately stepped away, back to the father and Bagas I left earlier.

You weird guy...

"Where are you from?" Ask Bagas as soon as I get back with them. Apparently he had managed to redeem the medicine, and Mas Bagas had also finished calling.

"From the toilet..." My answer.

"Old kok? You're nothing, are you?" Ask Bagas again.

"No, just a little stray earlier...." Answer me a little more. Yes, I want to do it again, I want to say abis watch indehoy people.

"Udah yuk's. Poor Yoga has been waiting for me..." I said distract.

We stepped towards the exit. Just passing by the door, the sound of a horn caught our attention. Who else if it is not Yoga that sounds, Without a long wait, we go straight to it.

As planned, we stopped by the hotel to pick up our equipment. But Bagas refused to check out. He said let this hotel be our temporary address in the city.

After taking the equipment just, we continued to the house that according to the father was around the workshop where we repaired the car.

In accordance with my intuition... The building behind the workshop. The entrance other than through the workshop, there is also a long hallway that is about two meters wide, flanked by a workshop building with a neighboring house building next to it, make the house seem hidden from the outside environment.

I stepped beside my mother, with Bagas in front of me. I felt the need to push the Bagas mas wheelchair, because the road we were going through was a bit rocky. It's a little difficult to use the engine as usual.

"Well, it's here..." Mom said while opening the door.

"Let's go in... " Further while opening the door wider for Bagas mas.

"Thank you..." Say mas Bagas. On that ceramic floor, he could run his own chair.

"You rest first. Mother will prepare our dinner...." Mother said again. "Yoga, take your mom to her room..." Then the mother ruled Yoga who just entered, because she had to park the car first.

"Let's go..." Sahut Yoga's. Then he stepped ahead. Bagas and I followed him while watching everything we passed.

"We're taking a break, sir..." Pamit mas Bagas before following Yoga earlier. Mom and dad nodded.

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I slammed the body on the mattress, following the Bagas mas that had fallen first.

It's a pity that he's been. Since he came home from seeing Tony's doctor this morning, he's been sitting there. Not in a car in a wheelchair...

"Cape, my mom?" Manya concerned.

"A little bit..." The answer. But his facial expression showed that he was really tired and relieved to be able to make out. Not bad if I become a Bagas mas that is like being bound in a wheelchair. Certainly when I got up from the chair it has grown roots in my bo*kong.

"I'm flinched for a second, yeah..."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Not a sip of Bagas is..."

Mas Bagas smiled. After that he did not say anything more, but he took a face down position, ready for me to massage.

Slowly I massage his left right leg up to the buttocks. Because I take into account, this part is the most sore if you are in a sitting position for too long.

It felt like we were in that room for a while. The room that said was mine, but I haven't been fiddling. Because besides being tired, I also still doubt...

This is really my room, not yes...

"You're laper...?" Tanya Bagas broke the silence.

"Laper anyway.. but want to order food is not good, he said the mother was going to prepare for dinner..." My answer.

"Yes, anyway..." Said Bagas.

We went back to silence. I lay down beside Bagas. Mas Bagas grabbed my hand and toyed with it on his stomach.

One attempt at distraction from hunger I guess. Suddenly we heard a noise outside. Me and Bagas exchanged looks.

I don't know what's going on. But we then heard the sound of steps approaching with the sound of a woman nagging....

"Basar, the child does not know it is lucky. has disappeared for months, go home instead of immediately nengokin his father. Even though it has reached the hospital, I'm even back again and it's nice to relax here....!"

The sound of scolding stopped at the same time as the door of the room we were in..

"You...!" The lady's touch was angry when she saw us.

Who else is this...?

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