The Hug His Darkness
The Part 18
Quirinus' palm felt the empty bed area. Without opening his eyes, he looked for the existence of a cell phone that had been annoying since. The man then clucked when he realized that the object was stored in a drawer.
The dizzy head must inevitably be invited to shift to near the end of the bed. Lazily Quirinus pulled the drawer, without getting up. Picking up a phone that keeps on turning on because there is a phone coming in. He forgot to turn it off before going to bed.
Quirinus pressed the green button without reading who called because he never once kept anyone else's number.
“Hm?” Quirinus kept silent and listened to the person who was speaking using a spoiled voice.
“Sorry, today I can't.” After speaking, the man ended the call unilaterally. Because he does not want to be disturbed, then deliberately disable the phone.
Quirinus had just turned down a client offer that offered one million euros for a single bed game. He's not able to because he hasn't been feeling well for a few days. Even his world seemed to rotate every time he opened his eyes, plus his excruciating stomach ache. To go down to take a drink he was lazy.
The phone was put into bed. It was a special communication tool receiving calls or messages from clients who were nothing but thirsty women. Quirinus had two devices, one dedicated to personal matters, though no one contacted him except ... Annora, the first time the woman called and told her that she was in front of her house.
It had been a month since Annora was evicted from her residence, the woman had actually kept her promise. Not coming anymore. Quirinus' life was again silent, quiet, peaceful, and no one cared as much as usual. But, is it true that he is at peace since nothing else has disturbed his anti-social life?
This was the first time Quirinus had thought of someone, other than the memories of his two parents that had made his life miserable and chaotic up until now. He is someone who is swayed in the sea of life without motivation, guidance, or a clear direction of purpose. Then shape it into someone like today, a vile man who earns income from selling his only skill and good looks.
Quirinus' hand clenched as the memory of Annora never disappeared. He hit the head with a punch, but the dizziness was hitting, and finally the pain became more and more.
Quirinus needed cigarettes and coffee to make today fresher. Lazily the man got up, stood up but not upright because he was holding his stomach wrapped around, like there were millions of needles piercing there.
Quirinus ignored every time his health was bad. Events like this are not the first, but often.
After sitting in the dining room waiting for his coffee so, Quirinus then brought the cup of coffee, a pack of cigarettes, and a match, which was ready to be enjoyed. He knew that it would only worsen the health condition. But, stupid, no one will care either.
Quirinus tried several times to hold his eyes suddenly blurry. He wasn't sure he could make it to the pool area if vision blurred.
The heavy body suddenly collapsed on the floor. The still hot coffee scattered, the cup also broke into pieces. And ... Quirinus, that man has been pale for a week. He never specifically checked with the doctor every time he wasn't feeling well. No matter what it is with yourself because honestly he is tired of living life. So, if it all has to end now, it doesn't matter. Perhaps no one will ever find the body until it itself decomposes into fossils because it is eaten time.
