Women Rolling

Chapter 23

The six-month-old stone padlub appears to be peacefully asleep on his fenced-in bed. A blue mosquito net spread over the top - repelling the mosquitoes from touching the soft skin of the little girl. Below him, on a hairy bed, the Nimas-sitter, also seemed to be closed, quite exhausted like the 27-year-old woman.

Austin entered into a girly room with a variety of dolls and cute trinkets in each corner. The glowing light only came from a sleeping lamp type standing in the corner of the room. In the dimness, Austin gently nudged his daughter's bed. He stared at the tiny sideways face that was full of love.

"You belong to Daddy, honey. Daddy won't let anyone take you from Daddy. Including your own Mommy!" Austin's voice sounded raucous, forming like a groan, yet quite firm and pressing.

His body he bent, some witty tipped the sideways puffed cheeks deep and soulful. The distinctive aroma of telon oil gushed into his smell. The scent that always makes him impatient to immediately embrace and kiss him often after work in his workshop - or after anything.

"Have a nice dream, Sweety!"

Then back slowly, Austin left the room with a feeling that I don't know, he was confused to react to it.

Her unexpected encounter with Jasmine this afternoon, made half of her feel strange. Between longing, wanting to hug, anger, and also hate!

In addition to Jasmine's forced request for her daughter, Dayhan's presence has also been a trigger for excitement in an Austin, until it ends up forming stifled emotions.

The door to her room had just been pushed to close after she was satisfied to meet Lily. Taking intimacy alone with all the sudden taste.

The slightly concave shaped white ceiling in the center with an LED light at its center point, became the current Austin face discharge. Both arms he folded to support his head with his body had been smashed in his low bed.

Just a few moments.

"Aarrggh! What the hell, cave!" He rebukes his own feelings, while quickly lifting his bed so sitting down. "Why did the cave say gini?" he complained to himself, or perhaps to the lizards lined up on the wall, looking at him suspiciously. "The caveman himself said, the cave wants to move on, if you want to see Jasmine happy!" He realized. "And now uda is clear! Jasmine Uda is happy as a boy! Why the cave lelepin him in the brain of the cave ampe mad this model? No use!"

Austin rattled-screeching-trying to shake off his feelings following a whim. Swiped rough dull face, the pace of turning his hair back, so that no children's hair that originally dangled mess covering part of his face.

Throw a watch on his wrist. "It's still eleven. Mending cave-game!" As if he had the support of nature, Austin seemed to have managed to shift his gala. With a gesture of encouragement, he left the padded mattress, then stepped towards the low table on the right side of the room, where his laptop he had placed.

Long enough the bule was struggling with a game that did not know what kind. He eventually succumbed to boredom an hour later.

"Well, what else, huh?" murmured Austin after turning off and tidying his toys into their original place. "Tara hangs out in Gradas. Quite far away also kalu kudu grotto," he continued to be confused, while his eyes still seemed brightly glowing, as if rejecting the greeting of the Fairy of Kantuk. "Ah, come on down, bye!"

Shortly ....

With a guitar in hand, Austin went down the stairs of his home building which he deliberately designed outside the workshop and cafe. To facilitate access in and out when both branches of his business have been closed as it is today.

The cascade of mango trees beneath a garden chair, Austin chose him to sit there in front of his cafe courtyard.

With his back rested and his legs crossed, quote by quote guitar he began to play. The hot coffee cup he brought, was placed next to him along with the cellphone he also invited.

A fairly peaceful atmosphere was felt Austin tonight.

For a heart that is hard to argue with, just give up.

I've even gone far ahead of you.

For a hard heart to defend, just break it. I'm even harder than your determination.

For a faithful heart to contemplate in the dark, just back away. I have even found my own light.

For the heart that is waiting at the end of the twilight, go home. I've even hugged the night without you noticing.

"Who the hell, a fad?" as the man said. His guitar rests on a chair, grabs his cell phone, then walks around - of course, looking for the source.

Until his steps stopped in the courtyard of the shophouse located next to his building.

A rubber tree, a girl with long hair, seemed cool playing with the sheets of books and pen-nya - on the hood of a red car parked haphazardly.

"Why are girls in the middle of the mallem here?" murmured Austin wondered. The girl came closer. "Do you have this writing?!" he asked with his head turned towards the girl. Judging from his cute look, maybe his age was equivalent to seven or eighteen years, also from the costume he wore.

The girl looked up. "What's writing?"

Austin bought, threw away face. With a slight snort, he then stretched the paper in his hand back, then read aloud verse by verse.

"Hehe ...." Innocently the girl crisped. "Yes. It's mine."

"Because of the cave nutmeg!" spray Austin. "Here is your malem-malem? Uda deserted as well." Austin's face was dimly lit by the moonlight blocked by the leaves above it. "Down you! Caves call serikiti, nih!"

"Security, Brother." The girl revised.

"The cave! Mouth, mouth of the cave!"

Just as one leg of the girl dangled, the sound of her phone ringing seemed to be loud.

The annoyed face he put on to grab the thing from inside the pocket of the SMA uniform he was wearing. "Nell mulu!"

"Surely mak lu. Just lift. Jan be your bastard son!" Austin scares.

"No! Not mama. This is my brother, brother!"

"Yes, lift up! Or you want a cave that lifts!" austin exclaimed with a gesture about to snatch the phone that the girl was holding.

"No! Can't." The phone was quickly removed. "I'll be more scolded!" ikegas. "Gue's afraid to go home, brother."

Austin clasped his hands at the bowed face. "Why are you getting scolded?"

Austin's question left the girl stunned for a moment, then .... "No, look!"

Austin followed where the girl's index finger was pointing, then gasped after it. "Ebabeehhh! You know this car ampe abrasions?!"

"Hehe ...." With an innocent grin, the girl looked up, then replied, "Gue use the race, Brother."

"Benevite you!" Scratches on the body of the car were then rubbed Austin with a bent body. "Pantesan lu klojotan no mo turning."

"Yes. I'm scared of my brother, brother!" she said the girl with a frustrated face. "The cave came here late. The workshop was closed" he said, pointing to the Austin workshop that had been neatly closed.

"So you go to the middle workshop of the blind mall!" Austin rebukes. "Yes, taro car is here! Tar cave lelepin workshop. Now you grotto anter go home with the cave motor!"

"But, Sister ...."

"Go let the cave take care of you!"