Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTERS 17. Gamelan

"Mas Ozan?" I called out the name Mas Ozan who seemed to be sitting on the living room chair.

Ozan looked at me deeply before developing a smile. "Have you changed your clothes?"

I nodded, why is his smile so charming, O God, despite all the bad of him do not want hypocrites I admire this creation of yours.

Jaws are firm with thin whiskers and a thin beard, it was as if he was of Arab descent ah I forgot I had read the information that Mas Ozan's father was of Turkish descent some distance away but this face was very alluring.

Thick eyebrows and brown eyeballs of cessnuts captivate the heart not to mention the neatly cut whips, the, I will never forget his chest that field along with the muscular curves that Mas Ozan himself said he never sculpted it but this was natural.

Why do I worship this man.

"Mas Ozan didn't change his clothes?" my question is to make Mas Ozan stand up from his seat.

"I change clothes firstwell, deck."

Mas Ozan rubbed my head slowly making me quiet slowly because of the swab, it feels warm there is a feeling of what this is.

Ozan walked into the room leaving me sitting alone in the living room, not a day with him he had made me not so.

Is this the definition of God can flip through human hearts easily, why it feels gambled to revenge.

"Aah!" I chose to rub my own head with my hands and then grate my hair that had been tied.

"Dad?"

I raised my head to look at Mas Ozan who I saw wearing Koko's shirt and sarong and peci over his head.

"Sholate isya, yuk!"

I'm shaking.

What the hell! For four years I have never prayed except prayer every two years on the Muslim holiday, even I may have forgotten the reading and manner of ablution.

"Why?"

Okay fine! He just WHY! Because I don't know what Mr. Kades reads.

I lowered my head, Mas Ozan walked up to me and grabbed my face, stroked it slowly and let it fall right in front of my eyes.

"Why, deck?"

"Mas, I-I forgot how to take ablution water."

Somehow from all the vocabulary of rejection that I am ready to throw even this sentence that is spoken, the sentence where I admit this slightly honest thing.

Beside the stairs there is a cheek of water HM you know the plumbing? Well a kind of tap water there and a stone as a base where we can take ablution water there.

"Here we go, help."

Mas Ozan turned on the water tap, which made the water from inside the faucet come out all, slowly Mas Ozan grabbed my hands and pointed them to the water tap.

I followed all the directions correctly and with his direction, I did not say much and just nodded following this will.

"Mass?"

"Gea, take ablution you can't talk."

Oh okay! I forget.

"Yah's welcome?"

I nodded, we repeated, I felt sorry to say just now for just taking so much time, finally getting upset and wanting me to follow it all.

Feels peaceful.

But I hate it.

ARGH! What the hell is this feeling?

Y'all know?

It feels like you guys are eating really good spicy food, you still want to keep eating but the spicy taste makes us give up.

That's how it feels.

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