The Love of the Duda

TCSD 114: Amelia Sekar Kedaton

Krisna drove his car at a speed splitting the streets of the city that looks a little more spacious at night. Not wanting to spend the night at the hotel like the boss, the man chose to return to his residence. He thought, if too close to the Gods, his wild thoughts would become more and more.

The man was well aware of what God was doing in the room he had booked from long ago when the wedding reception plan was uttered by oma Widuri. It must have done something in which he gave his wife a break to put on clothes, and perhaps allowed her to stay naked under the covers. In the end, he decided to rest at home.

"Damn it, why would I imagine something that God and Mara did in the hotel room? Aaaarrrgh... I've moved away from their existence, but why do dirty thoughts still tease me?!"

While hitting the steering wheel, Krishna let out a bit of a frustrated scream and ruffled his coarse hair. He felt that his trials of being a better man were very hard. Because dirty things about s*x like this still often tempt his mind. Not surprisingly, it makes it a mess of its own and in the end, miss soap or miss body lotion is the mouth. He used both of them to complete all the turbulent desires in the chest.

"I think I should get married soon. If I stay single for too long like this, I will often mess around on my own and ooohhhh...." Krishna paused for a moment and glanced towards the folds of his thighs. "I'm afraid that this heirloom of mine will suddenly rust and will no longer work!"

Krisna's eyes that previously felt a little heavy because today her work so much seemed to return to normal mode when the man was busy wrestling with his own thoughts. Corroded heirloom objects seem to be a scourge for the old virgin if until now he has not been able to release his bachelor.

Krishna shook his head trying to get rid of all the bad thoughts that were present in his brain. "Do I have to use formalin? So that this heirloom of mine can last and not rust?"

The more dissolved in that unfaithful thought, Krishna became more and more like a crazy man. So busy grappling with his own mind, he forgot to take a left turn at the intersection of the road that will take him to his residence.

"God! Which path am I taking? Why is it not like the roads I often cross?"

Krishna looked around. A village area that is much different from an elite residential area like where he lives. But the man suddenly stopped his car suddenly when his sight caught a young girl who was pedaling her bike at night like this.

"Blue?"

Krisna began to step on the gas pedal of her car slowly and began to follow the new girl a few moments ago. When the speed of his car reached the girl's side, he hurriedly lowered the windshield. Sure enough, the girl was indeed the vegetable soup carrier girl at the hotel earlier.

"Strong!"

I turned to the source of the sound. The girl also slightly gasped when she saw the figure of a man who had become a hero for her. "Master?"

Krisna stepped on the brake pedal of her vehicle. He opened the car door and went down to get to the girl.

"What do you do on nights like this, Sekar?" krisna said when her body was near the vegetable soup carrier girl.

Just a little bit of her smile. "I'm on my way to get home, sir!"

Krisna's forehead shriveled a little. "You live around here?"

"Yes, Sir. I do live around here. My house is at the end of that alley." I stared at the body of the man standing before me. Now it was his forehead that was slightly shriveling. "What are you doing here? Does Master live around here too?"

Krisna could only smile clumsily while scratching her non-itchy nape. If he remembered that he had forgotten to take a left turn at the crossroads he had been through, he could only hold back the laughter in his heart.

"Aaaaaahhh yes, my house is not far from here! Is your home far away?"

Krishna looked around. Quite a quiet area and a little dark. Instantly made the man shudder in horror when he imagined how this young girl was pedaling a bicycle through the thick of the night in an area like this. Doesn't this kind of region increasingly provide opportunities for invisible creatures to disturb him? Or if not invisible creatures, maybe criminals such as robbers, scammers, or snatchers who launch their actions to find prey.

Shaking his head. "No sir, just a few houses away from here, I'll be home."

"Then let me drive!"

Sekar could only scrunch his forehead as a sign that the girl was slightly astonished by what Krishna said. "What do you mean, sir? I ride a bike while you drive a car, then how do you take me?"

Krisna only commented a faint smile on her lips. "Wait a minute."

"Let me take you!"

"Master wants to piggyback me?"

Not wanting this girl's company to pass him by, and since there was something he was trying to hide, the man shook his head. In a hurry he pulled the bicycle previously held by Sekar. "I'll ride this bike while we walk. Hows it? You don't mind, do you?"

Sekar giggled softly. "Can you not ride a bike? So you chose to guide this bike instead of riding it?"

Krishna jerks. It's not that he can't ride a bike, but that guy has a trauma with a bike. When he was a child, he had experienced bad events related to bicycles. At that time he and his father were cycling in the morning in the vegetable plantation area. But unfortunately, when both of them were enjoying the morning atmosphere in the highlands that still felt so cool beautiful, but there was a vegetable carrier pickup car hit the bike driven by the father. And in the end, the tragic accident that he had, made the father leave for good, and he himself suffered a broken leg.

"Master!"

Sekar slightly patted Krisna's shoulder which seemed to be drifting in his own mind. What was done by the girl successfully made Krishna aghast and woke up from his daydream.

"Yes?"

"What are you thinking? Why do you dream like that?"

Krishna sighed deeply and then slowly exhaled. "Aaahhhh nothing. Let's go!"

The two began to swing their footsteps. Stepping slowly, eroding the remaining distance to deliver the girl to her residence.

"Aren't you afraid of being alone riding a bike at night like this?" Krishna asked trying to break the silence created.

She smiled wryly while looking forward. "The responsibility towards my mother seemed to kill all that fear, sir. So I don't feel scared."

"Imresponsible? You mean, you're an only child and you're the only one who lives your mother?"

Krisna really couldn't hold back her curiosity. The man was eager to get to know this girl even further.

Just nod slowly. "It was supposed to be that the mother's life was sustained by her new husband, but the mother's decision to remarry after the father left for good, turned out to be only an opening path for my mother to misery."

Krishna was a little surprised. "Currection? Meanin?"

Krisna's question was answered when her footsteps stopped in the courtyard of a small house that looked so simple. Samar, he heard a noise from inside the house.

Brakes... Brak ... Arakkkkk!!!!

"Radarrghh.... I don't want to know, I'm going to sell this house to pay off my debts!"

"No Mas. This house belongs to Sekar, a relic from his father. You have no right to sell this!"

Both eyes of Krishna. Highlight the eyes that had previously stared fixedly at the simple house in front of him, now he shifted to look at the girl who was standing on the side of the bicycle he was guiding.

Without permission, a single drop of clear grain from the girl's eyeball escaped. "It turns out the man hasn't stopped targeting the father's house!"

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