DUDA IMPOTENT DESIRE

POV Akram (Freak taste)

Huuff...

I who feel guilty at this time, can only sigh deeply after knowing the fact, that the woman named Alda was his first wife Mr. Evan. I need a lot of oxygen in my lungs. In order to be calm, when dealing with the woman named Alda. I need to get rid of the guilt and the nervousness. The problem that befell that woman is not just because of me.

Huufft.

I again sighed deeply. Now I was standing in front of Alda's nursery door, in my left hand that was not sick, was carrying three crackles containing food, and, just now I was willing to buy food, there was no way I could go back to this room without bringing something. At least fruit for Alda.

Chequelek

with a raging feeling, I threw my foot into the room, of course with my facial expression that clearly looked nervous and condolent, because I do feel guilty for what befell a weak woman lying on that bed. No matter how hard I feel guilt. Guilt remains in my heart.

I approached Alda's mother, I thrust the crackle that I had earlier filled with fruits. While the other crackle I still hold, contains rice padang.

"This is ma'am, in front there are only oranges and apples." I said a faint smile to Alda's mother, who had placed my suspicions on me. Afraid, I'm not responsible.

"Oohh yeah, thank you." Alda's mother with confusion. I was also confused by the attitude of the mother, who suddenly turned friendly.

I sat my ass down, on a mat on the floor. I took out the contents of the plastic crackle that I had been waiting for. Every now and then I read Alda, who steals my eyes? does he know me?

And by accident our eyes clashed, with shame. The woman named Alda threw away her sight.

"There are three packs, I bought two packs of rice and one pack of fried noodles. Let's eat mom?" I said, looking at his mother Alda who was still standing near his daughter.

My mother came up to me and sat in front of me. I grabbed a packet of rice, and opened it.

"Have not eaten rice." Said mom smiling at me. I was so moved, I had long lost the figure of a mother. Because since the age of the year, I've been straying.

I was eating with Mom, never separated from Alda's glance.

"Mom's a little surprised as you're Nak Akram?" said Alda's mother seriously looking at me. I stopped my eating for a moment. My eyes focused on Alda's mother.

"How come, wonder why mom?" I answered, still staring at my mother.

She cut off her eye contact from me. Now I focus on the rice field in front of him.

"You're the one who was hit by your mother's son, you want responsibility." Said the mother with a confused expression.

"Why don't you want me to take responsibility? if you don't want to, it's okay." My mouth is expressionless. Refocus to eat. No way, I'm telling you the main reason I want responsibility. Actually, the main reason, I want responsibility is. Because of the collision, my illness was cured. I'm not impotent anymore. My passion has increased drastically. Even glimpsed by the woman who lay weakly before me, making mine live.

"No, it's not like that, I'm surprised." My mother was confused, feeling wrong. I can only smile in my heart. I'm so happy right now. Mine who slept for a long time, is now awake as well. I focus on eating food. Because if I raise my face, then I won't be able to hide the expression on my face that holds a smile.

Hahhahha...

It's a miracle.its magic.

After you finish eating, you can control the feeling of blue. I glanced at my mother at a glance, then at the woman named Alda, who was none other than his wife Evan. Evan is my nemesis.

"I came to town, looking for work. Or open a business. Not even hit." I said reach into the shirt bag. I wanted to smoke, because I wanted to cover up my nervousness, for lying. I actually went to the village. But here I say from the village.

"Somehow I feel called upon to pay for my mother's daughter's treatment." I'm back to the lyrics of a woman named Alda. Staring at him once, will get us called to look at him again. His pale face that looks puffy, like it contains a magnet. My eyes were called to look at him.

Freaky... I feel like I'm weird. I might not like Alda. The woman who just crashed with me on the highway. He is still Evan's wife.

"So, you don't have to think strangely strange or macem macem about my attitude. Consider me a mother's brother." I said, then took a sip of my cigarette. "Ehh, forget it, this is the Ac room okay I'm out first mom." I rushed out, leaving the still-stupefied mother confused by my attitude. I act like that, because I'm ashamed of myself. Koq, I have a taste for Alda. I just met him, a few hours ago. I'm the kind of guy who falls hard. Evidently in my lifetime, only my ex-wife had ever approached me and I ended up getting married.

I was ashamed of myself, but not necessarily alda and her mother knew what was on my mind. I was nervous, so I came out of the room. And now I'm on Alda's inpatient room. A voice from inside the room, still sounded to where I was at this moment. I leaned against the wall of the room, smoking.

As I was smoking, I saw some people walking towards Alda's room being treated.

"Assyn....!"

My lyrics are friendly, father and mother who are now at the door.

"Greetings walaikum..!" mother, I keep myself away. So that mom wouldn't see me when she opened the door.

After all the guests entered, I again approached towards the glass window. From where I am now, it can be heard clearly the conversation of the person inside.

"Roman, Rony..!" the voice of the mother greeted the arrival of her guests with pleasure.

"Get well soon Alda." a woman spoke.

"God... Koq can be like this Alda?" ask the woman again. I close my door to the glass window. I'm really talking to a woman named Alda.

There is no word from Alda. I eavesdropped the more curious he made.

"Over the story Romlah. Come sit down first "Even mother's voice I heard, allowing Bi Romlah and uncle Rony to sit on the mat. Mom started telling me what happened, which she got from me.

Aahhkkp..

Why do I keep eavesdropping here. Where more and more guests come, and when they want to enter the room. They looked at me constantly, maybe they were astonished, with me on the porch of the room.

I finally decided to leave that place. I'm going to the broken shaman again. Get a massage, get it healed quickly.

At 23:05 pm, I returned to Alda's room to be treated. At that time, the atmosphere of the room was already quiet. Guests are on their way home. Alda and his mother were sleeping.

I thought about Dad, finally decided to call him. Because last night, I said I wanted to go home. And I really didn't go home.

"Yes, I can't go home yet." I told Dad on the phone. It's late this night, I'm still waiting for news from me. After I finished calling my dad. I dragged my feet into the bathroom. I want to clean up before I go to bed.

When I came out of the bathroom I saw Alda woke up and seemed to need something.

"You awake? wanna drink..?"

I don't know what to say. Be that sentence that comes out of my mouth clumsily.

Deg

I was surprised by his strange attitude. Alda didn't answer my question. He closed his eyes with a frightened look on his face.

Did I scare her?

TB