My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter IX

The clink of a wall clock in the living room, surprised Andreas from his long daydream. He got up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed looking out in the void. He stood up to reach for the towel hanging behind the door, walking out to the bathroom.

However, just as he stepped out of the room, his steps kept coming to a halt. His eyes were fixed on the torso lying on the sofa.

The left foot is placed on the back of the sofa, the right foot is also placed on the shoulder of the sofa. His right hand fell to the floor. His head hung like a man would commit suicide by hanging upside down.

The mouth is wide open making saliva drip up to the ears. Disgusting. The most shocking sound of his snoring overcame the sound of a volcanic explosion.

His snoring sound sometimes sounded like a broken machine that had been unused for ten years. Stagnating. The hurrrgk heg hurrrgk heg.

What a sight that can damage the cornea of the eye. Embarrassing. An even unmarried young woman, lying on a sofa in an uncivilized position.

Especially in that house, there were two adult men, who must have something that people call lust or lust.

Unafraid of him, he was suddenly pounced upon, like a starving lion looking at delicious food before the eyes? Uh, Andreas creeps himself into imagining it.

She was eager to reprimand, but, feeling disrespectful as she was just a passenger in the house. Suddenly Tari came and greeted him, surprising him.

"Good morning, Pa Ande," said Tari, smiling at her teeth. Andreas just grim like a rotten clam, did not return the greeting Dance and then circulated just like that to the bathroom.

Back home jogging, he didn't notice someone in the living room. Maybe because the situation outside the house is still dark, although the clock has shown at 6:00 WITA, at that time the window of the house has not been opened, so the living room becomes dim.

Dance patted her forehead, she shook her head at the way her brother slept. It's not the first time Mariana sleeps on the couch after work, but almost every day, as if she doesn't have a room.

That is why, when Andreas expressed his desire to exchange rooms with Mariana, he agreed. If they were alone living in that house, he didn't care, but now there was someone else living with them.

"Anna's eyes, get up!" Dance stood beside the sofa, bending over while patting Mariana on the forehead. Mariana just squirms, fixing her head. He grimaced feeling sick, maybe stumbled because he slept with his head hanging too long.

Dari lowered Mariana's legs from the back of the sofa, violently throwing her away.

"Ma-ri-a-na, ba-ng-un ! Per-gi ti-dur in kamaaaar!," cried Dari right by the edge of her ear. However, Mariana was as if deaf, she simply changed her sleeping position tilted to the left. Dance gets upset by herself. She drew Mariana's right hand, but the woman shook her head. Mariana's body was strongly shaken, but, still, Mariana was like a dry log, instantly motionless, even though she tried with all her might.

Dancing down wanted to say something, suddenly Mariana's hand moved like she was driving away a fly, smashing right in her head.

"Ooh!" She screamed. Mariana changed her sleeping position. Merengus dance. "Sister And come." His voice filled the living room. Mariana immediately got up and sat down. He yawned widely several times with his eyes closed. Dance smiling triumphantly. Her brother, if sleeping, looked once when told to wake up.

Dance pulled her hand. Like a buffalo poked in the nose, he complies. Walking staggering her towards the room, but, once again Dance pulled her hand.

"Not there, the next room!" dance Command. Mariana snorted, as she passed to the next room.

Dance shook her head. 'It seems that my plan failed, totally, ' whispered his heart.

Not nothing Mariana has shown his bad habits. If this continues, forever he will be an andartu (old virgin). Mariana oiii, wait for you to get married first, don't look at it now. Be patient! If it's tied, it can't be pushed back. Didn't we? Ha-ha-ha.

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Today Andreas wears a gray long-sleeved casual dress, which is rolled up to the elbow, brown jeans and white sports shoes.

Today he will meet with the land seller, Mr. Yos his name, to take care of the transfer of ownership letters with sister Marta, the head of the caretaker of the St. Theresa orphanage, and Mr. Piter as an advocate.

The house looks so quiet, there is no noise of children dancing. Natan and Fendi Tari's husband have gone to school. Yes, it's 10:00 WITA. Dance must be busy behind the house. Marianas? Don't ask. He must still be snoring under the blanket.

The nights out crept, the days home were already morning. Other people get up on the move, he's still rolling on the bed.

Fendi said, Mariana has her own business. Accessories store. Not branded and expensive accessories such as gold or diamonds, but, handcrafted accessories, such as carved statues of wood or clay, wristbands made of snail skin, and more, and other types of jewelry.

Andreas knew that, because in Mariana's room there were several boxes of snail skin and sheets of unaltered cloth. Andreas sat on the porch of the house, on the second staircase, sipping his socks as he took his eyes off around the courtyard of Mariana's house. Various types of flowers grow lush and look fresh, because they are only used up in watering.

Some were in bloom, like paper flowers and sunflowers. The fragrance of orchid flowers swept the tip of his nose. Mango trees planted on the left and right side of the house become an umbrella when the sun is hot during the day. There is also a cashew tree that is flowering.

Andreas's eyes were fixed on the homemade boxing bag hanging to his left two meters from where he was sitting. Andreas stood up, walked over to the fist bag, reviewing it slowly.

'Hmm, solid. Must have contained sand, ' his inner.

He punched again, again and again so that the fist bag swayed. Now two hands clenched, the action is like a professional boxer beating the HEBI MARAPU boxer.

"Mr Ande!" call Dance who appeared from behind managed to surprise Andreas, while holding a piece of board . This dance is like a jelangkung only, engrossed in appearing suddenly.

"Yes," Andreas replied, without turning his head as he was still trying to neutralize his fast-paced heartbeat from shock. Dari gave a smile, he knew Andreas was surprised by the crow's voice earlier.

"Look, Pa, I'd like to say ...." He paused for a moment after Andreas looked at him.

"If Pa gets home, there's no one home, Pa Ande takes the keys here." He pointed to the Bougenville flower pot . "Bring the pot," he continued. Andreas nodded.

"If there are people at home, Pa Ande does not have to knock on the door. Pa Ande just needed to pull this rope," he pointed a piece of rope just above Andreas' head next to the punching bag. The rope is tied to the end of an elephant statue made of teak wood. As Dance pulled the rope, the clanking of bells echoed within the house. Andreas smile. Unichowo.

"But if Pa Ande pulls this rope ...." He pointed at a rope with the end tied to a stone slab that read 'DANGER' with a very small letter.

"We'll consider Pa Ande a thief." Dance smiled, telling Andreas to stand on the stairs. Then he pulled the rope. Just below the foot of the Dance footrest, suddenly from the ground appeared two round iron like handcuffs clutching the legs of the Dance.

At that moment the self-moving boxing bag hit anyone who was nearby. Then came the arrows that did not have eyes or blunt from the gap of the wall of the house raining down on the body of Dance. Fortunately, Dance was ready. He lowered his head after pulling the rope earlier, and used the board to be a shield. Andreas smiled wryly.

TRAP, the mind

"Our house was once entered by thieves, so sister Ana set a trap. Not just one, but all around the house." Dance stood up after the rain of arrows stopped, while avoiding the fist bag that was still swaying. Then pulling the rope shuts down the trap he activated.

"When I see this trap, I want to eat wild boar." Dance starts to tell stories.

"When we were little, we always ate roasted pork from Ana's catches. Rame-rame mo the villager." Andreas just nodded, not intending to reply to Tari's words. His feelings are also increasingly not peaceful, too long faced with Dance.

"Ah, no need to discuss," said Tari after seeing no response from Andreas.

"Pa Ande is going to get out, right? Remember that! My key is to keep it here, "Tari's message before it circulates from there leaving Andreas alone.

'Weird this family, ' Andreas' inner.