Morning has come...
Arunika's tinge brings beautiful light into the ventilation holes of the house, after dawn begins to break and humans have arrived to carry out their activities as they should. Outside the house was the sound of sparrows chirping, with butterflies and even other animals moving to and fro.
Because it was already very bright, I got up while jumping from the couch. As the main goal is the bathroom, undress and want to clean the body. The habit of sleeping every day, I always take off my clothes.
If I sleep in clothes, I can't sleep. I don't know why, since I was little I was used to sleeping naked. Even opened the whole body without a single thread attached. Since I slept alone, none of that mattered.
Unless he's sleeping alone with a friend, he's probably going to be weird and really distracted. He has a white body, thin mustache, and handsome face according to colleagues in the office. Beauty is a wound, I always say that.
Because until now I do not have a girlfriend. What else is lacking, jobs are there, luxury vehicles, handsome faces. Possible past curse when he was in high school. At that time I once swore that I would not approach women because of severe trauma.
How could I not, the girl I love was willing to sleep with another man right in front of me. At that time they did it at home, but not in the bedroom. The living room is where they do it. As a result of this self-perception is the same, until now.
That women are just prostitutes, begging to be raped by men. Letting go of a virgin is as easy as giving five thousand rupiah. I don't know what a woman wants, that must always make things hot. Until now I seem to have no desire if there is a girl sitting beside.
To kill such things, I protractedly harbored feelings that shackled my soul. My first love was destroyed and taken by a classmate, even that bastard boy sat right beside me while studying.
Now they have married young and have one child, the result of a dark deed when they were at school. I even moved schools at that time, because I couldn't stand seeing them always together but the girl still wanted to be in a relationship with me.
Traumatic, tragic and ultimately dramatic. Three things that cannot be separated and remain in memory. Regarding their act of having sex until I saw it and it was clear that my lover was willing to give me his crown.
From the start I had my suspicions that they were close, because they often went home together and rode motorbikes together. But he said he was a friend, because his second home was not that far away. However, it turns out that this closeness actually makes them to have relations with each other like husband and wife during the day.
Until now I decided to be single, I don't know in the future. With a gaze full of joy, I stare at the mirror that gives a reflection of myself. The circle-shaped object showed my heirloom which was not dead.
The heirloom was quite large, slightly brown in color, and heavily veined. However, when I touched it, I remembered that it was Arjuna's in a camera photo. Instantly I backed away while breathing became scared.
"Gosh! Why did Arjuna's face appear in the glass case, huh?" I asked myself.
Right in the mirror, at first glance, Arjuna's photo was clearly visible. Without wearing a single thread to cover his body. When I started opening flashback portraits of yesterday's sighting, it was so clear that the man's dragon tattoo was much bigger than mine.
Pointed to the top, with a very athletic shape and not bent to the right and left. I don't know why Arjuna took a photo like that, even though it was just a private collection. I then smiled when such things began to creep into my memory, in my entire life I had never seen another male thing even a schoolmate.
Because I had been in the bathroom for a long time, then I tried to move away and wanted to walk towards the room. Take a black suit and a matching tie. The body has been neatly covered like a black god of war in a cinema film, the male lead and very handsome.
This morning made me happy, somehow. The emptiness seemed to be gradually being filled with one point thanks to the presence of Arjuna. However, I couldn't possibly keep thinking about him, since he was the same boy as me.
Silly and forbidden feelings, impossible to live in my country. However, if you are in Germany or Thailand, it's normal. They had formalized such a marriage. But I don't want to, because I still want to live as usual by marrying women.
I have sprayed perfume on my body, my shoes have been put on my feet, and I'm ready to leave the room in a neat style. Grinning like a charismatic man, I pass it around to the household assistants who are running around doing household chores.
"Good morning sir..." they said.
"Good morning," I replied.
Having almost twenty household assistants gave me a headache, because I was confused about choosing their names. My house was like a classroom when I was in elementary school, so crowded with maids dressed all in black and white.
Both feet stepped down the steps of the second floor, moving towards the dining table that was below there. Father and mother were present first, as usual. Then I sat down right in front of them.
"Eh, daddy's son is awake. How neat are you, son?" said the father, he gave a seringah smile.
"How are you, Dad? Handsome, aren't you, mama's boy," snapped the mother casually.
"Where is Mama's child, he is father's child. There is no history if the child belongs to his mother," said the father.
"You know, it's mom who gave birth to her, not daddy."
"But still if the child is in the name of the father, not Mama."
Hearing that ridiculous debate, I winced, because trivial things can have long tails when my parents argue. They are stubborn to each other, can not give in and want to win alone.
I have often found this kind of thing, it makes my ears hot and sometimes my appetite disappears. However, whatever they say, they are still heaven for me. As much as possible I still appreciate, from these two life exists.
Father and mother are sometimes funny, but there are times when they have temperament. Starting from yesterday, I suddenly love my father, for some reason the middle-aged man looks more powerful than before.
In the past I didn't want to talk to him, since his character changed to be gentle and caring, my heart was beating when the father started to touch my neck and even my shoulders. Even though it's this big, daddy still wants to kiss my cheek.
Because it was sincerity as a father to his son, I acted normal and let him kiss my cheeks repeatedly. When my mother went into the kitchen, I was left alone with the middle-aged man in front.
Then dad got up as he approached me, he sat on the side and looked seriously into this face.
"My father's son is already big, you have to work hard so you can continue your father's business," he said.
Without answering, I just nodded twice. Then dad kissed my right cheek, my heart was beating fast. There is a different feeling growing in my chest. With a sharp gaze, I turned to face the father.
To be continued...