So TKW

Section 13

#KW

POV Abdul Ro'uf's

Night, when I just arrived at my parents' house. Quiet, no one's voice. It seemed like everyone was already inside their own rooms. Even the housekeeper who usually still heard his voice, now I don't hear anymore. Where are they, shouldn't they be working? Hm, I'm lyric clock, still early time not until midnight.

Before entering the room and lying down, I decided to meet my little brother, Nasheer. I haven't seen him in a few days, miss him.

Kriet...! I opened the door slowly, afraid he would wake up. I looked inside, and, hey, he didn't sleep by himself. Someone accompanied.

Hm... Has the new babysitter arrived?

Is that how soon you get a replacement?

Though only a few days ago he ran away when I always tried to approach him, but he always refused and was afraid.

It felt like laughing back then, yes, at those who were very innocent. A pretty face, yellowish skin, tiny body. Everything's interesting. Honey, they always stay away and get scared when I get close.

What's wrong with trying?

Aren't they lonely women, who are far away from their husbands and certainly need a little fun like most women in this city, usually they like to approach me.

No one even dared to reject my charm.

But the working woman in this house? as if I gave him poison, they always refused and ran away. The sith!

Slowly I walked to where he lay. There was Nasheer who seemed to be asleep, and a petite woman was not inferior to the one who left.

But is the barrel as pretty as her too?

Hm... Curiosity beats my sense of doubt.

I have to see his look. Got to!

I slowly opened the ties on the back of his head. Niqab was released. And, what is seen is a sweet face with a little acne scars in some parts of the face point. But it does not reduce the beautiful face. Unlike most women who are a lot in this polish - it makes me nauseous.

Ok, enough.

Afraid she woke up and scared. I'm holding her slowly and, cup. I stood up and left immediately.

Just wait beautiful, it's all just the beginning. You're my next target. Hope you don't reject me.

*****

I decided to spend a few days staying home. Although the look in my eyes can't be lied to, she doesn't like me. Every time he passed by and said hello, he just answered and then passed away.

For mom, I'm the wrong kid, a failure and far from her pride. He often frustrates me with his anger and his bad brush.

Unlike my other sisters, they have always been the pride of mothers.

"Look, Adeeba, Salman, even Maryam who is still in school and others, they are smart and accomplished. They've always been my pride? Then why should I give birth to you, a man who has never been serious in his life and career. I'm disappointed in you!" his words at that time were still clearly in my head.

"Review, don't you act anymore" suddenly my mother grabbed my hand, as I watched Nasheer's nanny cleaning the dining room. Looking, sexy. It was a long abaya and niqab. I didn't mind Mom's words, I immediately went up to the third floor, towards my room.

****

Tonight as usual, stay up with laptops and cell phones. Some of my nosy friends have just sent a link, a link that is very dangerous when watched by minors. God fucking. Why am I watching it too. The effect makes me restless, hot, and dirty thinking. I have to finish this, I need someone. Ah, yea! I'm going to Nasheer's room, who knows if she'll serve me, if not, I'll insist. Yeah, force.

Kriet...! The door opened, Nasheer and the woman, ah what is his name I do not know, for sure he was asleep. Immediately I approached. I hugged her violently and tried to open her niqab. Well-favoured. Getting more beautiful with her hair. He woke up when I was making out and trying to escape. And, ah...! He bit my skin until it bled.

Plaque! I'm riding a pitam. I slapped him a few more times until he fell down. Afraid that he would scream and wake the others, I immediately grabbed his leg, and I grabbed him by the neck. He's having trouble breathing. Weak-headed.

Fortunately, my actions stopped when I felt someone pounding my back with a fairly hard object. I felt sober and soon passed.

Oh my God, I almost became a murderer!