Lust Last Night Impotent Man
12. Ideals become shamans

"Nothing is."

"When what is upil?" Rama immediately inserted his index finger into the nostril. Detecting the presence or absence of dirt.

"No."

"What about my teeth? Yellow ones? Is there any chilli?" Now Rama is riding a horse. Showing her row of white teeth.

"No, Ram!" mbah Yahya was upset. Then the door was opened shortly.

Ceklek~

"Sorry, who are you?" ask a short-haired adult woman. His body is white. She wears a miniskirt and a white tanktop.

Mbah Yahya looked at his face, then compared it to a sketch of the picture of Sisil he was holding.

"Lho, haven't seen you in a long time now, are you fat? Though a few months ago you were very sexy," said Mbah Yahya. It was obvious that he thought that the woman in front of him was Sisil.

The thick-bodied woman suddenly rounded her eyes. Reflex he immediately slapped Mbah Yahya's left cheek because he felt irritated called fat.

Plaque!!

"It's rude of you to smell the earth! Dare to call me fat!" snarl. "I'm not fat!" He screeched then directly slammed the door.

Brak!!

Mbah Yahya rubbed his left cheek that felt hot former slap. His old face was instantly sour.

"It looks like we got the wrong room, Dad," Rama said. "That girl wasn't the girl I raped."

"What time?" Mbah Yahya turned towards Rama with a frowning frown. He looks in disbelief. "Isn't he the one? It's just the fat difference, right?"

"No!" rama's firm with a fast sling. "Obviously the face is different." Pointing a sketch of the face. "This surely Daddy forgot his apartment. So we got the wrong guy."

"Daddy still remembers" Mbah Yahya said confidently and then looked around. His eyes stopped on the number above the door. It says number 100. He remembered once, the room number he used to visit was the same and meant that it was his room.

"Mas! Sorryexcuse me!" Rama called a man who had just passed by with a shoe. He stopped his steps immediately.

"What's up, sir?"

"Do you know this girl?" Rama took the paper in Mbah Yahya's hand, then showed it to the man.

He watched carefully, then shook his head.

"No, sir."

"Let's see again, Mom. Maybe he lives here, did he ever see his face?" Rama persuaded him once more. The man noticed, but again shook his head.

"No, Sir. I happen to have lived here for almost ten years. But never seen a girl's face as drawn ino."

"Yes, thank you, my mother" replied Rama with a suddenly lethargic face.

"Together." The man stepped into the elevator and pressed a button. When it opens, he goes in. Rama ran in and Mbah Yahya soon followed.

Ting~

The elevator door was closed.

"Kok we go, Ram? Where are you going?" ask Mbah Yahya.

"Why do we want to stay here? Daddy's man got the wrong apartment." Rama pursed his lips. Though he was very excited earlier, unfortunately all destroyed by the senile Mbah Yahya.

"But we can't ask the same people here. Who knows if anyone knows him, Ram," Mbah Yahya suggested.

"You heard it yourself." Rama looked towards the man in front of him. "He said he didn't know, Dad."

"Well, we can ask someone else."

"Where are we going now?" ask Mbah Yahya. Rama put a bouquet of flowers in the back seat, then started the engine of his car and then drove. "No, see that girl?"

"So. I'm going to Om Angga's house first."

"When to the house of Angga?"

"You ask, when he's known."

"It's impossible that the Angga knew. The girl you raped her face was like ABG. While Angga has aki-aki." Mbah Yahya looked back at Sisil's face in the picture in his hand.

"But he's at Om Angga's party."

"At Angga's party, he was also a guest. Si Angga knows all the faces of his guests. He's a senile man, too." Unconscious, even though he was just as senile.

Rama breathed heavily. Then the head-scalks.

"Daddy Males meets Angga, Ram. He's not Daddy's friend anymore. Mending we find it ourselves, do not need to ask for help," said Mbah Yahya. He obviously didn't approve of what his son was doing.

"Daddy can't talk like that. Said Om Angga was Daddy's college friend. True sohib."

"It used to be so, he was sohib. But not anymore."

"Why?" Rama turned briefly towards Mbah Yahya.

"Because he had the heart to marry Nissa to Tian. Daddy wants you to be the same Nissa. Daddy wants to make a reservation with him." Mbah Yahya's face looked scowled.

"Daddy. That's not Om Angga's fault. Nissa and I are not a match. Most importantly, I have a candidate now."

"The candidate hasn't met yet." Mbah Yahya crossed his face and then turned his face with keki.

"That's because Daddy misinformed. It's weird, ' said the Daddy witch doctors. But how can, wrong people and misidentify the apartment. Or maybe Daddy's a fake shaman, huh?"

"Hush! It's good to talk!" jakkak Mbah Yahya was angry. His eyes glared at Rama. "Daddy is a sakti mandraguna." Patted his chest. "If not very, there will be no one who wants to seek treatment. Daddy's patients are many if a day open practice."

"Then anyway? But how is the practice closed now? Not that it's because it's lonely, no one believes in Daddy anymore, right?"

"Daddy closes the practice because it wants to focus on you. Durhaka you are, Ram. Daddy belain you close it, to help you get a soul mate," growled Mbah Yahya.

"Daddy just quit being a shaman. Mending focus on selling agate. Or else, Daddy just manage one of my jewelry stores. The advantage for Daddy all later," proposed Rama.

"No way!" reject Mbah Yahya while shaking his head. "So the shaman was Daddy's dream from childhood, the time has become shaman even stop. Darling dong is the same science."

"The goal is to be a shaman. It's weird." Rama's head bobbles.

***

The Gugun apartment.

Gts ... Gts ... Geck.

The thin-moustached man knocked on the door of his sister's room. Since yesterday after returning from campus, Sisil continued to confine himself in there. Offered food or whatever he didn't answer, not even the door was opened.

"Sil! Don't be like this, dong!" yelled Gugun who was still knocking on the door. The doorknob kept him down but it was locked from the inside. "This Brother bring Padang rice and your favorite soy milk. You have to eat, since yesterday you did not eat. Sick later!" reproofing. Unfortunately, silent, there is no answer.

Gugun let out his breath violently, then stepped inside his room that was next door. To take the spare key. Free also kept shouting, in fact there was no answer at all. Better try to open it yourself.

Gugun certainly knows how his sister's attitude. Every time there's a problem, he's always locked himself up. Then it impacts on not wanting to eat and drink.

Not long after, Gugun also returned with a key, then tried to open the door.

Ceklek~

The door was successfully opened. But both of Gugun's eyes were wide-eyed when he saw his sister lying unconscious on the floor with a frothy mouth.

...Meet Om Rama also not yet, but already hunted your metong, Sil 🤧...