"Just calm down, Arya. I'll make sure the new house you get is livable, better and stronger than the old one," said Mr. RT in a reassuring tone, even though his mind was busy calculating how much money would go into his own pocket.
"Okay, sir. Then I'll go home first," said Arya politely.
"Yes, be careful on the road, son," answered Mr. RT. When they shook hands, Mr. RT swiftly slipped a red note into Arya's palm.
"Well, this is for snacks... buy whatever you like," whispered Mr. RT quietly.
"This is for snacks, son," he repeated again seeing Arya looking confused and surprised.
"Thank you very much, sir," said Arya, smiling broadly, then immediately put the money in his trouser pocket.
"That's great... tomorrow you can make lunch or snacks at the internship," Arya muttered to herself as she walked home happily.
Along the way, Arya rarely passed anyone. That night the sky looked dark cloudy, the wind blew bone-chillingly cold, making the village feel quiet and people preferred to stay indoors to warm themselves.
When he got home, Arya saw that Aida was not asleep. The woman was still engrossed in staring at the television screen, enjoying soap operas which were the only entertainment in their modest home.
"How was it, Ar? Well received?" Aida asked without taking her eyes off the TV.
"The RT said he would come here early tomorrow morning to get the files and land documents to take care of them at the sub-district," answered Arya at length.
"Auntie, keep the letter carefully, right?" Arya asked again to make sure.
"Yes, Ar... it's safe in Auntie's cupboard," Aida answered briefly, her eyes still never leaving the drama scene on television.
"Tomorrow, if the RT comes, just let me know. I think I'll be home in the afternoon, because I have activities," said Arya.
However, there was no response at all from Aida. The woman was too absorbed and focused on the story, as if she didn't hear what her nephew was saying.
"Hufftt... Be patient, be patient, my heart," Arya muttered softly as she took a deep breath.
Finally he went into the room. He intends to sleep early tonight, so that tomorrow morning he can wake up at dawn and go fishing or set up traps again, chasing even more fortune.
Arya woke up when the wall clock showed half past four in the afternoon. As if jolted from a dream, he immediately rushed to the bathroom to wash his face.
The cold water refreshed his body, banishing the remaining drowsiness that was still hanging around him.
Without wasting any time, Arya went straight to the back of the house. Today he brought much more equipment: forty fishing hooks and ten traps. Not wanting to repeat the difficulties like this morning, this time he chose to pedal his old onthel bicycle, even though he had to struggle to support quite a heavy load.
Seeing Arya having such a hard time pedaling a bicycle while carrying these tools, Aida's heart was filled with pity.
"When you have more money, you can just buy a motorbike, Ar. Look, it's really tiring to carry this much stuff on a bicycle," said Aida softly, her eyes radiating genuine concern.
"Just pray that you can buy a new motorbike as soon as possible, Sis. Amen..." replied Arya with a big smile, then started pedaling her bicycle with new enthusiasm.
The journey to the river does not take long. When he got there, Arya immediately looked for small frogs as bait. He deftly placed his forty fishing rods along the river, then continued by lowering ten traps to strategic points.
"It turns out life is hard... it's really tiring just to make money. But it's okay, Cheer up Arya! This is all for a brighter future with Aunt and Reva," he muttered encouragingly to himself, ignoring the surprised or cynical looks of the villagers who saw him.
When the clock struck five in the afternoon, Arya arrived home. His body was tired but his heart was satisfied. He immediately took a shower, cleaning himself from the strong smell of mud and sweat.
The night rolled calmly. Arya sat relaxed on the terrace, enjoying a cup of hot coffee and a cigarette, calming her mind before dinner.
"Ar... let's eat first, it's ready!" Aida's voice shouted, breaking the silence.
With burning enthusiasm, Arya immediately went into the dining room.
"Let's eat while it's warm, Ar," said Aida kindly as she tidied up plates filled with appetizing food.
Without being asked, Arya also helped set the table. They ate with extraordinary gusto. Arya didn't expect the taste of freshwater lobster made by her aunt to be this delicious and delicious, the sweet and savory meat blending perfectly.
However, in the midst of enjoying eating, Arya's eyes accidentally fell on her aunt's body. Aida only wore a thin, loose negligee.
Arya's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. His eyes widened as he realized something surprising. Behind the thin negligee, you can clearly see the image of two super watermelons hanging beautifully. And what made her blood boil, Arya realized that Aida wasn't wearing a bra at all!
The scene became clearer when Aida bent down to pick up the spoon that had fallen on the floor. The shape and curves look so perfect, natural, and very tempting to faith.
Even though the lights in the dining room were a bit dim, to Arya's eyes, the scene looked very bright. Since then, he couldn't take his eyes off it. He kept stealing glances, staring intently at his aunt's precious asset, imagining how soft and supple it was.
I don't know what demon possessed his body tonight, respect slowly mixed with wild desire that began to dominate his senses.
After dinner was over, Arya went into the kitchen to help wash the dishes. The kitchen atmosphere feels warm and a little stuffy.
With slow but sure steps, Arya approached Aida from behind. The image of the 'watermelon' kept replaying in his head, making him no longer able to think clearly. With sudden courage, he immediately wrapped his arms around his aunt's waist tightly, and without the slightest hesitation, his palms immediately landed and squeezed gently but surely the two springy hills.
"MMMghh...!!" Aida gasped violently, her body stiffened instantly.
"You... what are you doing, Ar?! Let go!!" Aida exclaimed in panic, her voice shaking with a mixture of shock and extreme embarrassment. He tried his best to let go of his nephew's hand which felt so firm and strong on his chest.
However, how can a woman's strength be able to compete with the strength of a young man who is at the peak of his passion? No matter how hard Aida struggled to get free, Arya's embrace didn't budge an inch. On the contrary, the squeeze of Arya's hand felt stronger and more explorative, as if she was enjoying the tenderness that had been neatly hidden all this time.
Arya was really out of control tonight. Burning desire conquers everything.