
Aunt Jelita gave a lot of warning to her nephew. The girl just silently listened to all her tantrums without interrupting or dissenting. I noticed it looked like Fitri was a submissive girl but somehow became fond of running around the night and dressing like that when out of the house.
I just keep quiet do not want to interfere in their family affairs, because I am nothing just about the front of the house that happens to pass by. Maybe if other people passing by would do the same. By the way, I have since noticed Aunt Jelita is very motherly while scolding Fitri. Although angry but he was not the one who shouted or snapped Fitri. He spoke softly but firmly.
I was more and more amazed at her, at times she could behave like a young boy my age and at other times she could be very motherly. What a woman of my dreams, even though we are about ten years old, but she still deserves to be with me.
"Yes, you better take a break now. What happened just now need not be thought of again, you are safe. Go into the room and reflect on your mistakes, if you don't change, your aunt will tell Doni's mas."
"Don't tan, don't tell me. Yes I promise to change and not go out malem again, but aunt do not tell the father, Fitri please tan," said Fitri fear.
"Yes, aunty won't tell you if you want to change. Let you stay here first until the police station business is done. You must be needed as a witness."
True said aunt Jelita, from the police will definitely question me and Fitri again about the incident. My ID card was also brought for a report, he said, if I as a security officer have been used to interact with the police. I also managed to paralyze the village several times.
"Thank you, Haris, if there's no Haris auntie, you don't know what's going to happen to that kid." Aunt Jelita was sitting with me, right next to me. This is when my faith is tested, when she sits automatically her short, soft dress is lifted so that something smooth is visible to me. Fix this is like their family is a hobby of using minimal clothing.
"I-iya tan, you two. I just happen to be passing by, if other people passing by would do the same." I have to be humble, not to look arrogant.
"So said Fitri, before you there were also passers-by but they did not care. It means that Mas Haris is a good person and cares for people who are in trouble, aunty is amazed at you. Young but already has a great sense of caring."
"Tante could be," I said shyly. If my skin was white it would have looked blushing by now.
"Geez auntie until you forget about your wound, wait a minute let auntie take her p3k box."
"No tan, it's just a small wound."
"Although only small wounds still have to be treated, can infection if left alone,"
I want to refuse again but Aunt Jelita has already gone to find a cure. But honestly I'm happy, because this way I can stay longer. About my mother calm down because she must have been sleeping, I did forbid her to sleep too late so when I came home must have been mom sleeping in her room.
But suddenly my heart was pounding again, I imagined the scene of smearing drugs like in the soap opera that I often watch. What Aunt Jelita would treat me like that too, but it doesn't seem like it would be good for my heart. What if he heard it, I could be ashamed to be half-dead.
"Sorry, long ago, aunt looking for this did not meet. Oh yeah, this is aunty making tea. Drink first yes, from earlier until forgetting not to take a drink."
"Aww. shhhhhh..." Lukaku felt sore when nudging the rather hot cup.
"Why Mas? It hurts, try here auntie look."
My eyes were puffed up when suddenly Aunt Jelita was approaching even our distance was very close now. I was stunned to the point of not realizing that Aunt Jelita's thumb touched my wound Her finger felt so soft and warm, making me feel comfortable.
"The injury looks like a mas, it's best to see a doctor tomorrow. Now I'm gonna try to treat him, get arrested. It's gonna hurt a little."
I can't answer anything. My body was sculpting, my heart was like jumping and my forehead was sweating coldly for an instant. My breathing also feels tight, I feel like I want to die if this continues.
"But. mas Haris..." Aunt Jelita shook my arm slowly, maybe she was afraid I was stuck because she had been quiet.
I reflexively shifted my body a little so as not to get too close to Aunt Jelita. "Let me treat myself tan, a little thing like this how can be troublesome aunt," I reasoned.
"It doesn't matter, auntie doesn't bother at all. Mas Haris was also injured for helping Fitri so I will be responsible for the injuries and losses suffered mas Haris."
"But tan-" I'm confused.
"It's okay, here let auntie deal with it." Aunt Jelita shifted which eroded the distance between us. In his hands was already a tool he would use to treat my injuries.
I resigned when the fingers lentik gently apply the drug, although a bit sore but all seemed to be disguised because I focused on looking at the beautiful face of Aunt Jelita up close, a rare opportunity and should not be wasted. From near her face looks very smooth, there is not a single pimple stuck there, her eyelashes are also pliable, her eyebrows are neatly arranged, her nose is slightly pointed, lips with a red hue that makes it more tempting and one more thing that catches my attention is the chin that adds to the perfection of the beautiful face.
"Ssttt..." I grimace in pain occasionally.
"It hurts, sorry. Aunty will do it gently again, auntie blow ya."
Ohh.. His breath just stroked my face, as soon as my hair stood all. If that one of course has been on since, fortunately I wear loose pants and deliberately cover with my clothes that I take out.
"Is it still sick?" tanyanya. I nodded, actually not so sick but I just wanted to feel the smell of Aunt Jelita's fragrant breath like the smell of mint candy.
Again and again aunt Jelita blew me while applying the drug that has not been completed since then also when five minutes should be the activity can be completed. But it's not a problem for me, I'm hoping that time stops now so I can continue with my Aunt Jelit.