Flavor Anomaly

Part 13 is sick

I ran to the bathroom with a towel draped in the stand hanger. My mind is glaring at the no-no. I don't even focus on what I'm doing. Everyone seems to be in a hurry. The actual bathroom floor was cold, not felt when my first footing step right. Cold water is able to resuscitate the memory of the brain that actually still wants to laze on the mattress. It's just that remembering a name that has plagued my mind since last night, it feels like sleep is not my priority right now.

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The light green painted house is now in front of me. The tightly closed door required me, immediately approaching and knocking on it to call the owner of the house.

"Assalamualaikum," I said, knocking on the door leaf hesitantly.

"Wa aleikum salam." The voice of a woman who was definitely Angga's mother sounded faint. Before long the door opened. That middle-aged woman's smile was like a magnet to me, too.

"Eh, Ocha. Sorry, yes, I'm a nuisance. Go in first," asked Angga's mother, holding my hand in.

Netraku wild looking for a figure that has been in the mind since. Until soon Papa Angga came out of the house in neat clothes. When I realized, it turns out Angga's mother was also neat.

"Why, Mom?" I put the bag on the floor. Trying to be relaxed, even though the heart is raging.

"Yuk. see for yourself. Let Angga say. Shame on him."

Angga's mother gave a lip, holding back a laugh. But I am more confused about it.

What the hell is this?

The brown door at the end was opened by Mom, holding my hand, she led me in and saw Angga lying on the bed.

"Lohs?! How can Ocha be here? The mad mother?"asked Angga surprised. Mom smiled.

"Yes. So as long as mom's gone, ade guarded the same Ocha, yeah. Ade if it hurts fussy again."

Sick? Sick gogga? What pain?

"No need, Mom, uh. It can be alone too," whined Angga, looking really uncomfortable.

I pulled the corner of the thin lips. Finally relieved as well, seeing the condition of Angga is fine. Still as chatty as ever. The bad shadow that had been in my mind since last night turned out to be just my bad thoughts. Angga's proof is okay. His face is still the same. No such bruises. Even if he just lay in bed. And ... pain?

"What kind of sick mother's child is this?" tanyaku who had earlier harbored curiosity.

The goose just grimaced with pain. But his expression looks funny.

Mom looked at me.

"This ... son of a slovenly mother, rarely a midget, Cha. That's whispering. Strong again, it could be alone, he said. Ck ck."

"Ye .. I was told. Shame on you, Mom. This aib, Mom. Aib!"

And ... My laughter finally came out. No longer want to be detained or detained. Because the view in front of me looks funny. Hugely.

"Udah, yes. The hunt is stuck on the road. I'm leaving first, Ocha. Angga Titip. Consider it your own home. If Angga's naughty, then report with mom."

Mother then turned to her youngest child who still looks to suffer. Either because of boils or because I'm here. But I was content to laugh at him. Haha.

"Oh yes, De. Don't send the macem to Ocha. Keep on, the door's open. Not good in the room."

"Ready, Mom. It's okay, Mom. If Ocha is told to. Mother be careful, yes, on the same way Papah." Finished saying that, Angga again grimaced in pain. For some reason, every time he was in pain, my desire to laugh always came up.

I'm taking mom to the front of the house. Then close and lock the door. Afraid that someone might come in and we didn't know. Nowadays, many cases of theft even when the homeowner is in the house even once. Miris, right?

"Cih .. not the elite really hurt. Whispering. Hahaha," I sneered as I returned to Angga's room.

"Ye .. where do you know what's going to happen."

I swept a look around the room. So messy Angga's room. Cigarette litter everywhere. Some have even been inserted into a large crackle bag. I don't know when he collected it.

"Where don't you try boils? This is a really messy room. Sluttish. I'm doing it, yeah. Wonderful duh! I can feel it!" Omelku while continuing to clean the room. Angga just kept quiet while keeping his attention.

"Hehe. His name is also male. The clean ones, yes, Mbok."

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him.

"Do you want me to chop his ass? Hm?" Raise next to the eyebrows with an intimidating look.

"Geez very fierce, Cha. You want to kill me, huh?"

"Here's a bunch of gini cigarette packs for the collection? Or do what art? A lot," I said put cigarette packs in another plastic bag.

"Yaelah .. Just males throw it in the trash. So nendang. Ah, not all stuff has to be no philosophy and purpose times, Cha. Ribet is very."

"Basic slob!"

"Shj ... Duh, Cha's. Be ill. Oh yeah, about Idham .. later, yeah. You accept it clean. You can't go anywhere yet. Gini's condition."

I stopped the movement. Then go back to picking up the trash slowly. A little bit full of hearing that sentence. Apparently Angga is still trying to do that when he is in pain like this.

"Yes already. Its nothing. What matters is that you heal first. That boils really hurt, huh? Until it grimaces. His position on the ass?"

"Sshh .. thanks, yes. It hurts so much, Cha. If I think it's more a toothache than a boil. And this ... in the ass, duh, sshh."

"Makanya .. midget. Haha."

"Duh .. sshh .. is very sick." Angga is growing in pain. His forehead was interlocked with closed eyes. He's been on his stomach since I got back to the room. Apparently even in a supine position he was tormented.

"Eh ... eh .. How is this? How am I supposed to?!" I was a little panicked.

"Stripting, Cha. Please," Angga cetus with an ignorant smile.

The face that was originally pitying to see him in pain turned cynical.

"OK .. but you're on your back, yeah. I'll be on my lap."

"Yee .. or if you have a boil on your back, so I go on my stomach. Not to lose his life, even to take away his life."

"Yes or you! Sickness is still too perverted!"

Finish cleaning Angga's room. I sweep the sweat on the forehead. Although trivial but quite draining energy. The room that originally resembled a warehouse could finally look neat.

"Udah? Yuk eat yuk, Cha. We'll see what's going on in the kitchen."

"Who? Strong enough to the kitchen? I've just taken it, same bribe yes, yes,"I persuaded.

"Constrictly strong. I hurt boils in the ass, not broken bones, so I can still get myself. sshh."

"That's a strong-ass. Still grimacing that way though."

Finally, although accompanied by drama, we could eat too. Mom's been cooking. And the cooking is delicious. I miss cooking like this.

"Cha, ask dong for help. Beliin equal medicine ointment. It's just a little bit" Angga said, pointing out the medicine box.

"Sshh .. duh the once. It has the name ojol app. Buy that stuff, so you just have to wait."

"Oh yeah, yeah."

Kuraih device on the table and start looking for the application in question. Ordered the medicine that Angga asked for and finally finished.

Because the pain Angga suffered required him not to move much, then we returned to the room. So that he can relax with the most comfortable position.

"Cha .. here sleeps, but below, yes. You're sleepy, aren't you?" asked Angga while pointing at the floor beside his bed.

"Ih heart! Not told in bed," I said with a face of blemish.

"Ye .. later got my ass, I died."

"Haha. Yeah, it's okay. Uh, Angga ... Do you think my incident with Idham was criminal or what?" many spontaneous. I don't know why that question just came to my head.

"Wuih .. tumben discuss that. Have you made peace, the story?"

"Well, yeah, want to have a discussion with you about that." I lay my body on the floor covered in carpet. Quite comfortable. Moreover, there are pillows that have been just like that. It seems like Angga used to wear if he was sitting casually on the floor.

The Idham thing is a little sensitive to me. I was very antipathetic to this discussion. Even if I heard Idham's name, I'm sick of it. But, another Angga. He was a good discussion friend. Never once, when I talked to her about something, did we argue that she ended up patronizing me, like most people I've met. For me, debate and discussion are two different things. The debate usually retains each other's opinions and usually feels more of itself to be the most correct. While the discussion, look for some points of view from the opinions of others to be understood and look for the best.

"If I think it's getting into sexual harassment and it could be a criminal offense."

"But with this long time, if we report there is no evidence. Visas are far away, right? He's the one who's immune to the law, right?" I said, glaring at the ceiling of the room while imagining the events of several years ago.

"Hm .. yes if the exact incident you speak up, the environment will help you without having to pass the law."

"I mean environment?"

"Yes, help me. Law of the jungle, Cha. For example, you are sure to turn over, people in the spirit, right, mukulin in our environment," explained Angga.

"Yes, yeah. Unfortunately, I was too scared at the time. It's disgraceful thoughts, pregnant, and despicable. Especially if my parents know. How they felt at that moment. I feel like I failed." My voice's hoarse. My eyes began to condense and let out water spots in the corner of the eye.

"Gst ... Don't cry, Cha. Tissue's outside the room. I'm sick of this, can't move much," said Angga turned to me.

"That's not romantic. Taken cake." Kusapu tears that have been wet about the temple with the tip of the shirt. Although only a little, but able to make the tip of my clothes wet and my nose reddened.

"Udah ih, Cha," persuaded Angga while rubbing the tip of my head from the top of the mattress. "You think, yeah, playboy-like abuse is pretty much like it?"

"Different," I tilted my body, facing towards him.

"Like tau. The ends target the body even though different ways. One is coercion, the other in a subtle way. But equally a jerk."

"But the difference is one meaning, one wants the same, right?"

"Yes. Suppose Idham the rapist, I'm a playboy, both of your body's targets, right, the same .. jerk."

"Yes. But there's a term, 'my body is my authority' so if it's the same playboy, because I want to do it with playboy."

"Oh yes, yes. Yes, yes, yuk. Atuh the same playboy is me, ngelakuin now yuk, mumpung deserted nih home."

I shook off the hand of Angga who was still playing around on my haircut. "Playboy what?! The rich face of people ngeden, the smell is already rich wet socks huh. Don't want to!" my screams keep the body away from the bed.

"Come on, Cha," persuaded Angga while raising his eyebrows up and down.

"Say mom later, yeah. Be removed from the family card!" Threaten me.

"The madam!" Sindir Angga, get up from the bed and stand up." Excuse me, Miss Ocha."

"Where are you going?! It can't be so much!"

"To WC. Mau boker's. If not to WC, you want to clean 'that' me in bed?"

"Yes already. There there. Watch out! Careful. Slow down, Angga."

"Will not come? You were assigned to accompany me and help me. No exception to WC. Can you help me, right?"

Angga said while fixing the position of his disheveled hair.

"Damn! Could be, yeah. Find opportunity. Don't wanna! You yourself are strong. Duh, I'm fucking sleepy!"

"Master ih. Uh, Cha, please dong it's a cigarette."

I took a packet of red cigarettes and gave it to him. "Please sir."

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The breeze from the window of the room really makes my drowsiness more and more. Slowly but surely, my eyes are heavy. And I finally fell asleep.

The middle breath I felt hit my son. A heartbeat that wasn't mine, left my net perfectly open.

"Well?!" I cried, rubbing my eyes, when I realized that I was already on the bed and Angga who was in my arms.

"Wuih .. delicious, yes. The mistress is sleeping," Angga said looking at me casually.

"That can be in bed. Who's lifting? I'm not in anything, right? How are you not in pain? Smile again," hardikku.

"Not all CPNS tests? So many things?! I lift and move. I'm not sure but you're sleeping around me," Angga replied glancing at me with a line of eyes, "huh pain? The dream of the time you were, where I was in pain. Salto can also be this." Angga started to act arrogant and annoying.

I pushed her body and her position tilted back to me. And last time I hit his ass, it's a bitch.

"Aawws! Sick once! don't have to be pushed over by the boil either! Just ruptured, the wound is still open, yes it hurts!"

"Hehe. He said it wasn't sick. Hwu! But good, it broke. Like a pimple if it's broken it's relieved."

Angga turned back to face me. Suddenly he immediately pulled my head, burrowing into his chest. Suddenly I glared but couldn't twitch. Angga's attitude that is often suddenly like this is what makes me love it more.

"Cha, thank you, yeah. I'm looking and looking at my. So the pain is distracting, keep talking, you too .. Well, you could say we share the pain our way. Aye, right?"

The biggest smile on my lips. Still in front of Angga, my hands that were originally still stiff, were now casually coiled around his waist. Clenched my arms and brought us closer.

"Back of love, Angga. Seneng can also be useful or meaningful to you."

"It's a prestige to admit gini, hehe .. but, yes, it beats my prestige and ego" said Angga, stroking my head with his mouth already stuck at the top of my head. I felt him slowly peeking and ending up with an endless smile from my lips. Maybe he didn't see it, but I'm sure he knows that I really like his treatment right now.

"Hehe. It's not okay. You didn't say your race was delivered either. So just yourself," I said, who was more comfortable hearing the heartbeat of Angga from this close distance. The breath I felt warmed my heart. It felt like this moment I didn't want to miss and quickly passed.

"Cha ... This can already be laid back?!"  Angga exclaimed with a perverted expression.

"Damn! Don't wanna! Ibuu!" my screams, taking off hugs, getting out of bed.

"God! Heh! Later the same whimper people, I'm being thumped!"