The Obsession of the Enthusiast

RP 54

Nirmala took Jaka to a small cafe next to the entrance of the building hall. In his heart Nirmala had guessed that Jaka must have wanted to seduce him with an annoying purpose, as usual.

“How are father and mother?” ask Nirmala to make small talk.

“Oh, they're in hospital,”

“Hopefully recover quickly,” says Nirmala directly.

Jaka looked at Nirmala while frowning, actually he waited for Nirmala to speak other than that word, like a little empathy or at least, want to know with the condition of his parents. But Nirmala doesn't seem to care much. I didn't even ask what the pain was or how it was.

Then the state of silence.

Nirmala just stared at Jaka, sitting casually while occasionally staring at the passersby in front of them.

“There's something you need from me now? Until you willingly go all the way to my office?” there was a tone of insinuation in Nirmala's tone.

Nirmala tried her hardest to remain kind to Jaka, even though it felt like a hand slapped the cheek of the man in front of her.

“You didn't even ask me how I was?”

“For what?”

“We've been living together for-”

“Then why did you betray me? Living together for that long should be enough to understand each other,” Nirmala spoke quickly but firmly.

Jaka hunchback.

“Without speaking, I already know how you are. Wherever you are, there is only failure,” said Nirmala.

Then it was quiet again for a while.

“I actually know why we failed. It must be because my parents are over-regulating us. But now they're in the hospital, Nirmala,”

“Don't be so bad-minded, I don't accuse your parents. Following them is your choice, and now you blame them instead for the choice you took yourself,”

“I just want to be a dutiful kid,”

“It just so happens that they are sick right? Please go home and take care of them,”

“Nirmala..”.

“Jaka, how much do you need? I only have a little money for donations to you, because I want to save for my son's school fees later. My husband-to-be says I don't have to tire of working, but yes at least I have a hand in the household,”

Jaka looked at Nirmala with a gasp. In his heart he was deeply entrenched, who was this woman in front of him? Nirmala had never spoken as much and as straightforward as this in the past. The woman was always calm and obedient.

“You've changed,”

“I have not changed.Just as long as I am with you, I try to hold back. I'm not being myself,”

“Why?”

“Because I want to give you the best. And frankly, part of me is not good, so I'm not showing it to you. Turns out the results were disappointing,”

“If you are from the beginning-”

“I give the best turns out the reply I was actually underestimated. But if I show myself what it is does it guarantee my life will be better too?” cut Nirmala.

Jaka just shut up.

Nirmala looked back out the window and observed the atmosphere around them.

Really, she is now so sick of seeing her ex-husband.

Also, there is a feeling of anger.

Angry at yourself, why not love yourself more first? Nirmala somehow forgets that someone who truly loves her will definitely accept her for who she is.

Like Kevin.

Nirmala wants her meeting with Jaka to end quickly. He doesn't need any more foul talk. He does not care about the condition of the parents, no matter the news of the actor who turns out to be pregnant with someone else's child, no matter Jaka want to turn over. So then...

“Rekening you still a long time?” ask Nirmala then.

“Still,”

“This is the last. I'm married in a month. And after marriage I want to resign, so the income is only from my husband. There's no way I'm using the money for a voluntary donation to my ex-husband, so I hope you'll use well my last memories,”

“I met you not only your money, Nirmala,”

“And I don't want to come back to you.” cut Nirmala.

Knocked. Because that was what Jaka expected. Re-establish domestic life with Nirmala.

“There or none of your parents, you will stay like this. Think I don't know the other women behind you? They're also taking your parents? No right?!”

Jaka did not find a woman like Nirmala around him. Because Nirmala is so perfect in loving someone. This calm woman will love her partner wholeheartedly. A loss of one who selfishly betrays him. If Jaka really loved Nirmala, their family would be so peaceful.

Because a man who truly loves his wife must have his own way of making his wife and their parents live well together. He will not be confused when asked the question: choose your wife or parents? He would choose both at once.

Then a gentle touch on Nirmala's shoulder.

The woman looked.

Kevin has arrived.

Uh! Has he been at this cafe with Jaka? Until Kevin came he was unconscious.

Kevin looked at Jaka, Jaka looked at Kevin wondering.

Kevin knows who the man in front of him is. And also he came to know the reason Nirmala did not answer his phone which informed him that Kevin had been in the basement of Nirmala's office from 10 minutes ago.

From Nirmala's tense shoulders, Kevin knew that Nirmala was desperately holding back her emotions.

“Tell me when it's done, I'm on-”

“I'm done, Honey,” said Nirmala plainly calling Kevin with a call full of love.

“You sure?” ask Kevin. Nirmala moved up and put her hand on Kevin's arm. Ask Kevin to take her away from there.

“This is your boyfriend? You are desperate like.” Jaka chuckles mockingly. “I can still accept you back, no need to pretend to ask in droves to be your fake girlfriend to make me jealous,” said the man cynically, he looked at Kevin while squinting.

“He is still young. But he is much better than a man whose age is older but his behavior is childish,” Nirmala said with a smile.

And they both left after Nirmala threw some red money for Jaka's coffee at the cafe, onto the table.

*

*

Kevin covered his ears patiently with his two index fingers while pursing his mouth. Occasionally he also furrowed his eyebrows because he was disturbed because he could still hear the sound that infiltrated through the sidelines of his fingers.

But he remained patient.

It had been 15 minutes Nirmala screamed loudly in the car, releasing all her anger.

Kevin didn't even want to hear any words coming out of the woman's lips. Definitely not a beautiful thing.

Well, after all, yelling just as hard to release stress was Kevin's idea. But the young man did not expect that Nirmala's voice would rise by several octaves.

And when the woman gasped for breath while staring nanar forward, Kevin just dared to remove his ear blockage.

“It's been relieved Bu Working?” ask Kevin timidly.

“Drink,” sound Nirmala hoarse.

Kevin opened the lid of the bottle of tea in his hand and handed it to Nirmala. 350ml Exhausted in one breath.

Nirmala breathed a sigh of relief.

Be quiet for a while.

Then take another breath.

“Basic ***! **** **** ****!!” (stars in the sky, flickers you there.).

Repeat up to 3 more times.

It seems that woman is really upset.

“I'm so happy that you are against other people,” said Kevin while holding his head on the shoulder of the chair, facing towards Nirmala.

“Means?”

“You look sexier,” Kevin said again. This time it was a smile. A sign that he's thinking dirty.

“You're lucky because I didn't say anything about you,”

“You said I'm also not papa kok,”

“Don't be crazy, gendheng boy,” Nirmala teared Kevin's forehead.

“Why did you say it exactly Miss Susan anyway?!”

“Yes indeed I imitate him,”

“I k0nak, home yuk,”

“Hadooooh!”

*

*

Nirmala unlocked her apartment in a hurry, her hands shaking to the point that the key was falling. Kevin grabbed the woman by the waist and pulled her closer and hugged her while kissing her neck.

 “Makanya replace the smart key dong pity! Already the time of Gen Z in mating, you still use a lock lock!” Kevin stroked Nirmala's chest and squeezed her with anxiety.

“Bawel ah! Nowadays, using a lock lock, Gen Z is confused how to break it! Cannot be hacked,”

“Masa?”

“Not knowing I'm from talking. String hih!” Nirmala scooped up Kevin's face with her hand and pushed him.

“Yaaaah tegaaaa!” kevin protest.

“I don't focus on keys if you're guerrilla just!”

"I can't stand it, hehe" whispered Kevin in Nirmala's ear. While his hand was busy stroking the woman's chest and the other hand was holding her waist so that Nirmala would remain standing.

Nirmala bellowed favorably and lifted the key then squinted her eyes trying to find the key with the largest diameter.

Meet me!

Then he tried to hold back his desire and put it in the keyhole.

Then his movements came to a halt as he felt Kevin's hand infiltrate his upper thigh and slip it into his panty fold. “Don't get in here, you crazy guy! Later in the neighbor's view,” Nirmala brushed off Kevin's hand and pinched Kevin's waist.

 “Your neighbor is me,” Kevin rubbed his sore waist while grimacing. Then he hugged Nirmala again.

 “Other neighbors!”

 “The other door is soundproof. There is an om-om who likes to bring ‘ayam’ at the end there, I never heard the sound of ho’ohnya even though it is right in the rame corridor, fitting they enter silence is not possible in their unit as well as nyari wangsit,”

 “Your mouth lemes a lot anyway!”

 The door of his apartment opened they both came in giggling

 "Goodbye, I almost broke this door!" nirmala locked the door again.

 “Other times do not need to use the door, use curtains aja,” Kevin giggles.

The young man urged Nirmala to a nearby table, lifting the woman's skirt so she could position her large body into Nirmala's arms. They kissed hotly, clinging to each other's tongues and feeling each other's scent.

 Gosh it feels amazing when kissing a truly loved one. Think Nirmala.

Kevin's hand again infiltrated into the thin triangular fabric and caressed it possessively. Nirmala bellowed favorably and raised her face, leaving her neckline free. Kevin grabbed the neck with his lips and took a sip. A few seconds later his lips began to descend into Nirmala's chest area.

"Open, baby," Kevin's orders are impatient.

Nirmala laughed then pushed Kevin with her feet holding the young man's chest.

 "Don't come here dong," He half ran away from Kevin but his index finger signaled for Kevin to follow him.

Nirmala pulled her dress down. Now he is just clad in a lacy white bra and panty.

 Kevin grinned and bit his lips a sign he was anxious to see Nirmala cheerful like that. This female aura in front of him radiated, glowing and dazzling. Especially if the nature is excited like a young girl like this, Kevin increasingly can not bear to not embrace it. The young man finally opened his shirt up while following Nirmala's steps.

The woman was already lying on her bed, waiting for Kevin while observing the young man's movements. Kevin's chest and abdominal muscles are not yet fully formed, as is typical of young people today who tend to be thin. But Nirmala knew exactly the strength and the hardness of Kevin's chest like a wall.

 Just wait a little while until Kevin becomes a man.

 Nirmala rolled on the bed.  Slim body and large chest poking out from behind his br4 make kemerahi Kevin rise. He approached Nirmala like a lion preparing to pounce on his prey. Then pull out his jeans. Now only the black boxer left that made Nirmala swallow, clearly visible the shadow of the limb that most awaited the woman. The size is above the average man, but not yet fully stiffened.

 Kevin grabbed the woman easily and they kissed hot. Several times, until finally the young man put his body into Nirmala.

This time there was no weird style.

Kevin wants to focus on Nirmala, only on the woman. Only to his synthetic body.

 *

*

A few weeks later.

AKP Suraji approached Kevin and hugged him. The man also patted Kevin on the back to calm him down.

He was a burden in his heart at this moment. After several trials, Effendy Ghozali was sentenced to 20 years, and his colleague Ijal was sentenced to 30 years in prison.

 AKP Suraji understands that Kevin is currently unstable. He could feel that the young man he was holding right now throughout the trial was trying his hardest to hold back his tears.

 Especially when the CCTV scene was aired to be shown to the jury, Kevin could only duck.

 The trial was closed, and there was a possibility of an appeal from the defendant. But lawyers have confirmed that even the appeal, at least, the reduction in sentence is only a few years, because the evidence on the site is clear.

 Aminah, who is now the third wife of a sugar cane master, approaches Kevin with Haji Sueb.

 "Kevin," said Haji Sueb. His face looked sad as well as regretting this incident.

 "Sir Haji," Kevin grabbed Haji Sueb's hand and pressed the back of Haji's hand against his forehead.

 "I really regret what happened until I don't know what to say anymore" Haji Sueb said.

"Just pray for my mother, sir" muttered Kevin.

"Mas Kevin. It's because of me, I always make trouble, uhuk!!" Aminah looked sobbing.

Kevin just sighed, so did Haji Sueb and AKP Suraji.

But all of this is destiny. Nothing is wrong and right.

"Well.." call Kevin.

"Y-yes Mas?" Aminah until it is difficult to talk because of the whim.

"From now on live your life sincerely and best of all," said Kevin.

"I-i-iyaaaaaaa Maaaasss.." murmured Aminah.

Kevin glanced across the corridor, at the end of which, Aminah's husband was seen observing his wife. He may be middle-aged, but it seems that he is very attentive to Aminah.

Next to Aminah's husband were two women who were also the same age as the husband, chatting with each other with a sad face. It was probably the first and second wives of the sugar cane master.

It was great that they and their family led Aminah to the trial.

“Let's go to the administration room, so relief as soon as possible must be taken care of,” AKP Suraji pat Kevin on the shoulder and bring the guy to another room. Kevin with a shunt pace followed him.

Somehow, somehow,

He should be happy. Okay he was grateful, but somehow the sadness did not go away. Maybe this is the real loss.

Because whoever is guilty and whatever the length of the sentence, his mother will not return. The past good times will not come again.