The Marriage Of The Game
37 - Opium Aroma

..."When I am with you I feel something else about the feelings that come with it. Jealousy and longing, I enjoy every sensation and therefore I can't get away from you"...

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Aleta arrives at her father's house after successfully tricking the Driver. He again ventured to say that he was Aleta, the child he had left at the orphanage.

Geck!

Tok!!

Aleta knocked on the door and from inside there came a voice that stepped towards the door, to open it.

"Who?" ask the Emir when opening the door.

Aleta held back her nervousness despite being afraid to open her voice, but that feeling had to be resisted. He does not want to continue to linger hiding behind his dark time.

"Say--," disconnected.

"Please enter first!" emir exclamations let Aleta in.

With heavy steps Aleta entered the living room. The atmosphere looked so dark and damp, because the curtain curtain covered the window of his house even the indoor air circulation felt stuffy and uncomfortable due to the absence of air ventilation from the room.

"Sorry my house is a mess and makes you uncomfortable" the Emir said, fumbling with curtains.

"Let me help, sir!" he said when he saw the Emir had trouble reaching for the curtains to reveal it.

"Thank you, son!" the Emir replied when he heard Aleta's voice wanting to help him.

Aleta also circulated the view throughout the room, there was not a single picture frame or wall decor anything there only two chairs and one table that filled the room.

"Please sit down, son, I'll make you a drink!" emir who wants to walk to the back.

Aleta refused. "No need to bother, sir! I'll just stop by for a minute anyway."

Spontaneous Aleta's hand held onto Emir's fragile-looking arm. Her tears were blocked as she tried not to drip, for she had promised not to cry when she saw her father's condition.

Gently Aleta helped the Emir to sit on the chair along with himself. He just wanted to talk to the Emir, repeating where he and his father had joked when he was 4 years old.

He remembered, at that time the father often invited him to play, read a fairy tale book until the father often complained of his complaints when coming home from the Office.

"I thought of you as my first love and until this very second, you will still be my first love. I'm sorry for hating you, maybe you had a good reason when you left me at the orphanage." Aleta looked at her father.

"Thank you, son. You seem like a good kid, I'm so missing Aleta, my son." The Emir tried to hold back his heart.

"Where is the Father now?" aleta asked deliberately to feed the Emir's explanation.

The Emir shook his head slowly. "Don't know where he is now. I've looked for it everywhere but the results are always nil. I ended up in an accident and was blind from that frustration." Reveal it.

"Sorry Pa!" aleta's reflexes spewed the sentence in front of the Emir because he felt guilty to his father.

"There is no need to apologize, son, you will not have any faults" said Emir stroked Aleta's hand gently.

"If you may know, what is your name and your purpose in coming here what is necessary?" the Emir asked his curiosity since then.

"Hmm," Aleta thought for a moment. "I'm Kyla and I came here because I just want to record people in this neighborhood." He tried to cover the look of the face that could not lie in front of the Father, even though his father could not see it.

"Oh, so!" emir nodded in understanding.

"Hmm, then excuse me sir. Next time I'll come visit." His refusal did not want to continue to be intimidated by the Emir.

"All right, then. Be careful on the road!" the Emir patted Aleta's shoulder gently.

Aleta left the yard of the house and breathed a sigh of relief, because he could not linger lying in front of his father because his father could quickly find out, because he could quickly find out, all can be read through the look on the face of the Son and that also makes him become accustomed to the habit of not being able to lie in front of the Emir, although he can no longer see the look on the face of Aleta.

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Damar arrived first at his home residence, he sat in the television room after finishing cleaning himself. He turned on the television to relieve his anxiety. Play as serious as possible while watching one of the variety shows on a 100 inch LED screen.

He kept glancing at the wall clock hanging over the wall—counting every second as his long needle moved.

"Every long he's coming home? is it because I gave her permission that she would go home freely. He could have made me wait like a fool!" his murmuring was irritated followed by a sound of whispering.

Shortly afterwards, the door opened from the direction of the main room that Damar believed was Aleta. Damar immediately grabbed his phone on the front desk and pretended to be calling someone.

When Aleta arrived under the stairs, Damar raised his voice to be heard by Aleta. Aleta's steps came to a halt as soon as she heard Damar's extremely noisy voice.

Aleta approached Damar to find out who the man was talking to and told him he had arrived home.

"I'm home." Tegur Aleta stopped the actions of Damar's wits.

Damar raised his head in a brief response to Aleta's words and resumed his silliness. Feeling ignored, Aleta stepped back into the room.

"Why? ah no need to think about that stupid woman, just relax." Damar continued, his voice was getting louder followed by a laugh that was so ridiculous.

Aleta turned her body when she heard Damar call the stupid woman who was definitely aimed at her. Out of annoyance he threw slippers and hit the back of Damar's head, making Damar surprised and turned his body towards Aleta.

"Oops, sorry!" ledek Aleta while sticking out her tongue.

Damar was wide with the words and attitude of Aleta who deliberately threw the slippers of the room at him. He picks up the slippers and intends to reply, but Aleta quickly runs up the stairs using one slipper on her foot.

As soon as he set some stairs, his left leg was tucked by his own right foot, making his ankle sprained. Aleta sat down and grimaced in pain while holding her ankle.

Damar who saw immediately approached and immediately brought Aleta sitting on the sofa. Then Damar held onto his ankle to check.

"Aw!" Aleta's groaning as Damar touched one of the spots in her pain.

Afterwards Damar walked towards the kitchen and a few minutes later returned with an ice bag. He compresses Aleta's ankle which hurts.

"Hold this might be a little painful." Damar.

About 10 minutes of Damar compressing Aleta's ankle, he was so painstakingly treating it. Aleta was fixated on staring at the figure of Damar who was currently kneeling in front of her. Without realizing it, his hand moved gently rubbed Damar's head while making a smile.

"I will reveal all the problems that have occurred between your family and my father. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding." Inner Aleta.

Damar looked up as Aleta gently rubbed her head and immediately touched the woman's forehead which instantly disperse her daydream. Aleta is in pain.

"Aw, ishh sick!" his his hiss whimpered while wiping his forehead.

"Your feet are bandages to minimize the swelling" he said.

Aleta turned towards her ankle. "Thank you." He said a little before he stood up and stepped up.

"Where are you going?" tanya Damar stood in front of her to hold back her steps.

"I'm going to go to the room." Brief answer.

Suddenly Damar turned around and knelt down. "Get on my back!" his orders.

Aleta was glued for a moment. "No need, I can walk alone." Resist.

"Defendant base!" sindir Damar's.

Damar also stood up and quickly he carried Aleta ala bridal style. Aleta who was shocked instantly hooked her hands around Damar's neck.

"Hey!! what the fuck are you, let me down!" his screams rejected Damar's attitude.

Damar stared hard. "Shut up or I'll kiss you!" threatening Damar to approach his face.

"Hey!!! You pervert." Cela Aleta so pushed her face using her index finger.

Aleta let out a sigh as Damar led her up the stairs to her room. Although he was seen several times swallowing his saliva as a result of staring fixed lines firmly Damar's face that was so alluring and fragrant aroma in the man's body felt opium by him.

I don't know what perfume Damar wears, so it can anesthetize Aleta who wants to continue to hold on to her athletic body. Not to mention the netra his eyes looked at the chest of the field of Damar which was deliberately left unbuttoned one on his pajamas.

"Yah!! I can go crazy, if I continue to smell her scent," Aleta muttered shut her eyes tightly and held her breath until she reached the room.

Damar lowered Aleta on her bed, then he approached her face back toward Aleta's ears that were sitting still. Aleta who intended to stay away was stopped due to Damar's words.

"How are you satisfied to breathe my scent? does the smell of my body make you feel opium?" whispered Damar to Aleta.

Aleta's cheeks met red when Damar found himself enjoying the smell of opium on his body. His mouth was silenced not to reply to any whispers of Damar.

"Good night and don't forget my dreams." Ledek Damar again while sticking out his tongue.

"Shoppers!"

Aleta immediately lay down and hid her face inside the blanket. Again he was fooled by his own behavior. Shouting in embarrassment, he stomped his feet on the bed.

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