The Heart of Old Menjakaka
159. It's over here!
"Bird poison? Whose bird wants to be poisoned, sir?" ask Dika.
"Birds who's cake, it's none of your business! Tomorrow don't forget!" steven then turned off the phone.
"Om, why are you here? I was looking around from earlier," said Citra who just came out of the house.
Steven immediately turned his head, somewhat aghast from his seat. Soon he stood up. "Sorry, Cit. I just called Papa and Mama." His right arm was embracing at the waist of Citra. Then the two stepped back into the house.
"Call you all out, Om? It can be inside too."
"There was no signal."
The image flips the plate on its stomach, then pokes the rice on it. Then put it in front of Steven who was already sitting in the dining room. Right next to the plate was a bowl of chicken soup that still looked steamy.
"Here are you cooking, Cit?" Steven drowned the spoon, then took the gravy and sipped it. It tastes good and fresh. "Nob."
"Mama cooked, but I cut the vegetables. Sorry if it's ugly, Om."
"It's okay. It's been great." Steven directly devoured the carrot slices. It wasn't very good, but it was much better than the onion slices back then. "But you're learning too? How to make it?"
"Yes, I'm learning." The image nodded quickly. "Mama also said she wanted to teach me to be able to, Om."
"good. I'm waiting for your handiwork." Steven smiled, and then he ate.
The image also eats. Pouring rice on a plate.
"Kok bit the rice? Don't want to eat you?" Steven stared at the rice on the plate so little image.
"I've actually eaten, Om. But the laper keeps on. So I ate again. Just a little, scared fat." The image rubbed his stomach which suddenly heard the sound of worms.
"Are you scared of fat?"
Imagra. "Yes. I'll be ugly and Om won't love me anymore."
"No. You are beautiful even though fat. And then your stomach will be big too." Steven touched Citra's stomach.
"I'll be ugly, Om. Like a pox."
"No, Cit. You even added gemesin and unyu-unyu."
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Ceklek~
The bathroom door was opened, Steven who had just finished bathing by using a towel coil above the waist and then stepped out.
"Kok you don't wear sexy nightgowns anymore, anyway?" steven asked as he took off the towel and dried his wet body. He looked at Citra who was sitting on the bed.
"Say Mama, we have to make love less, Om."
"Coconut reduced? The mah plusin. I'm just lacking actually, it should be three times a day. It's only once a day and it's night."
"Say Mama let me not be soybean."
"Are you tired of making love to me?"
"Small."
"But it's delicious, right?" Steven left his towel on the floor, then went up on the mattress and approached Citra.
"Enak. But it's for health, Om. For our children too." The image caressed his stomach.
"Yesterday when you check there is a doctor forbidding you to make love every day?"
"No. But he said not to be too tired."
"Mama says if you want to sleep can not use behha, Om. Not good for health." There is a lot Sindi taught while chatting with Citra. Sindi knew, Citra was still too young and there were certainly many things she did not know.
"That means you don't just use from the afternoon shower, huh?" guess Steven and Citra nodded.
"Should just wear it, Cit. It's the night before I go to bed I like nyusu. So let me let him go." Pulling his wife's tanktop up to two challenging gelatin seemed to swirl in front of him.
"What's the matter, Om?"
"Yes, don't just. I have to wear behha. Unless you're in the room with me. It's even better not to wear clothes." Steven lifted Citra's body, then laid her down slowly. The sleeping trousers he pulled out and now Citra's body has become as innocent as he is.
Steven immediately climbed on top of his wife's body, crushed her gelatin and then sipped one of the shoots. Agar-agar the other keeps him remmas and occasionally twisting the shoots.
"Bhh ... Om." Image of Steven's head hair. Her eyes brimmed with the sensation created by her husband. It was greedy of him, like thirst.
The struggle happened again. Shocks to the mattress bear witness to how hot and ferocious Steven was in bed.
His hips continued to sway nimbly. The Eagle who was smiling widely continued to back and forth, enjoying how clasped and warm he was inside. One hour later, he managed to vomit.
Steven hit Citra's body, his breathing sounds panting.
"You're so naughty, Cit. The eagle is vomiting." Steven kissed the hair of the image that felt wet from sweat.
"I'm not the bad one ...." The image regulated his breath. His chest is up and down. "But the odd eagle, wants to shake mulu."
"Abis good, I can't seem to shake it, Cit. You're too good, I love you."
"I love you too, Om."
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Steven blinked his eyes, waking up from his deep sleep due to the loud noise from his phone on the nightstand. His arm stretched out, then took the flat object.
The names Dika and Steven saw a clock on the screen that showed at 3:30 a.m.
Steven clucked in annoyance, then picked up the call and stuck his phone to his right ear. "Well, is it early in the morning? It's not dawn yet. Just disturb you, brother!" Steven nodded slowly. Emphasis-filled, though.
"I'm already in front of your house, want to deliver the poison bird order Father."
Steven's forehead flinched. "Bird poison? What's for?"
"Well, what is my father? Last night Mr. who ordered and told me to deliver early in the morning. Come meet me, sir. I mules to defecate."
Steven was silent for a moment, then before long both his eyeballs widened perfectly. Looks like his life hasn't been collected yet, so don't remember. But now he remembered that today was going to poison Kevin.
"Ah yes. Wait a minute, don't leave it to anyone before I get out."
"Yes, but hurry, sir! It's at the end! I mules."
Steven turned off the phone, got out of the bed and walked quickly to the closet.
Taking a red shirt and wearing it, after that he ran out of the room to get out of the house.
Right in front of the courtyard of the house, there was Dika who was standing in front of his own car. The man's face looked red. Both of his legs clamped, he held the taste of mules that had been on the tip of the horn.
"Where?" Steven put his hand down. Soon Dika gave the black plastic in his hand.
"Sir, can I take a ride to the toilet? I want to defecate," pinta Dika memelas.
"Just kid, you think my Papa's house is a public toilet? Go home, poop at home." Steven shook his hand, ignoring Dika's request. Then go inside the house.
'That's terrible Mr. Steven, I hope the bird he poisoned doesn't die.' Dika mumbled in heart.
His foot was just about to open the car door, but suddenly something in there came out. Dika's eyes immediately glared when he felt his back pants wet. "B**ngke, my dregs are out!"
...It was so much Om. His assistant Ampe capicit in pants 🙈...