About the Heart

Season Two

Walking down the wide pavement along the road to the hotel, three human lives occupying bodies named Rosalia Citra Atmadja, Dion Wijaya and Aryan Satya Dharma, tell each other. Dissipate the love that you don't have to have and the jealousy that burns. Joking and sometimes interspersed with sincere laughter is not just a charade.

"When are you here?" ask Mr. Aryan early.

"Monday, I've been to work, really, sir," I explained, looking at Dion on my right.

"We, the new Sunday afternoon until Jakarta, are you not tired if you go straight to work?" telisik Dion attention.

"I feel like I've had enough rest all night" I explained.

"That's if your husband lets you rest all night, Sa," said Mr. Aryan who walked to my left.

"My husband's got to work Monday, too, sir. He also needs to rest" I explained.

"The evening's exercise was healthy, reducing the one-hour break, it didn't matter" Dion chanted without hesitation.

"Well, did I say, your husband wants to exercise" said Mr. Aryan, who I only answered with a bitter smile.

Our long journey that had taken more than twenty minutes finally arrived at the final destination, the hotel. The three of us kept moving. Pass through the lobby, enter the elevator and stop on the same floor. Passing through the hallway and together came to our front room.

"Sir, come to the room, shall we?" ask me after Mr. Aryan came to a stop.

Mr. Aryan stepped up and stopped in the room right next to our room. "Here, my room!" she opened the door and disappeared with her smile.

While Dion and I, who had not missed Mr. Aryan's activities for a second, were not aware even though he had disappeared. He stared at her until he forgot to go into the room.

"You guys, don't go in the room?" ask Mr. Aryan who came out of his room again.

We flinched and regained consciousness. Throwing one another a glance and hinting to open the door of the room. Dion understood and immediately paved the way to rush into.

"Darling, massage me, dong! Fatty also walk," I asked with a face full of supplications.

"It should be 'a wife who mijitin husband, this is even back," he protested but instead began to massage my feet that I deliberately put on his thighs.

"Because you took me through a long winding, rocky road, climbing, uphill, rolling, salto, and sinking," I said without stopping.

"Western travel to the west looking for scripture, we're still meeting monk Tong. This is just the beginning, honey. Soon you will have to prepare for Sun Go Kong's mischief" Dion explained with a suspicious smile.

Knock the index finger on my right cheek. Squinted at him. "Sun Go kong?"

"The feather is agile" Dion said with his laugh, which made me shudder in horror.

Furry furry? Why did my mind deviate from the right answer: an ape that could not stand still and jump around. It is precisely to imagine a dimly lit object that can be elastic can enlarge and shrink by itself. Ah ... what is it?

"Well, my wife immediately began to lie down" the seductive Dion put his face close to my lying face.

"The feathers make me ticklish" I said.

"If fur?" Dion to the point with his question.

I closed both eyes with both hands. Feeling ashamed to hear the sentence that leads to something that makes amused delicious. "Your moon is everywhere, but I like it," I'm timidly shameless.

Peering from the slit of a finger, I found a smile painted on my husband's face which was a lot of fur. Making my wild fantasies wander, follow the time machine and stop on the night that our first experience passed.

"Which, still hurts, doesn't it?" dion asked on the sidelines of her scolding activity.

"It hurts at first but it's good" I replied still carried on with the first experience.

"You, again?" ask Dion later.

"You, but ...," I pretended to reject something I wanted to repeat.

"As last night, aja, Yang. Gentle, sweeping, a little pain but then I lulled," I was obviously full of passion.

"What are you talking about, anyway? I don't understand" asked Dion, pinching my calf.

"Aww .. Why nyubit, anyway?" my grumbling while pulling my pinched leg.

"Darling, if you want, ask dong to be with me! Don't be shy, let alone pictor," whispered Dion as she cupped her body over my body lying on the sofa.

As much as possible, I tried to push Dion's body which began to overpower my body. Her face, which was getting closer to my face, made me feel her warm breath. His skin touching my skin produced a stream of electricity that shocked my entire body. Produce a vibration that demands to continue to be pampered with a deeper touch.

Raga tries to push but the desire actually attracts strong. Open access to be treated more warmly and heat up into a decent relationship as a husband and wife. The smaller kiss that starts, the longer the metamorphosis becomes the naughty pagut*an and the craving lum*tan to harmonize.

Not let him make love alone, mute er*tis sense of taste I welcome with a contortion that is not less potent. Wrestling in a narrow space that can generate a million waves. Occasionally sneak and once another pinches naughty in there.

"You're getting smarter, honey," praised Dion for his stopped kiss due to his dying breath.

"You, my best teacher," I said, bowing my head, enduring the shame I had left.

Dion lifted my chin. Straighten the eyes that hypnotize me. His hand turned from my chin and pulled out the hair blocking the touch he would emit later. His ears he played on my lips, making my blood hissing even stronger.

My desire, which he has awakened, can no longer hold back from being touched. Without shame and hesitation I began to indulge there. He gasped a little but then I saw a smile curling from both corners of his lips. A moment later I returned my kiss demanding vengeance. He followed the plot I chose and let me master the game.

"Is this time, you're going to be our tour guide, honey?" tease Dion as I release the link that starts to suffocate me by the enjoyment.

"No, I think that's enough. I want to rest, prepare to meet tomorrow ...," I said immediately pushed him and went to the kitchen to get water.

I don't know why Dion just let me go. Loosened his cage and did not react as I left. He laid his body on the sofa, made his left arm a pillow and his hands were busy playing with his HP.

Finding him preoccupied with his smart thing, I chose to turn the direction away from him and turn to the bed. Breaking down a tired body, relaxing the spine that feels rolled up until it must be straightened again. Pulling a blanket to warm the body that is attacked by the cold air. Start to close your eyes and finally have to end when another touch disperse the dream that began to hurt.

"Put the bait, eat the fish and then you jerk it. I'm not letting you go, honey!" a soft piercing sound from Dion echoed in the space of my thoughts that started to drift.

His hands began to wander behind the covers, revealing the thin satin that covered my upper legs. Provides warmth and carelessness that goes along the way. Spreading out the taste, her gentle strokes ran through my langs abdomen and began to rumble in my chest.

"I want to sleep," my voice spoiled trapped with feeling while holding his hand that was moving more and more unguided.

"We sleep together, but finish what you started, baby," Dion said, increasingly unable to control his delinquency.

His breath was hunting and his movements were getting more and more spurring. Tubes stuck their lips on my shoulder which was only blocked by a small rope that became the hook of my nightgown. If the arrogant CEO in the novels was a hobby of ripping off his girl's nightgown, Dion just gently lowered it off my shoulders. Making the heart beat again craze when all the cloths covering my body were scattered somewhere.

A seductive smile was painted on his face and I was tempted by the indentation of his stomach that looked as*si. I didn't realize when the upper body cover was stripped but what was certain was only the remaining triangular cloth that hid the maleness spear.

My view that can not be separated from the sixpack stomach apparently did not escape his foresight. He took my hand and placed it on the plane that was the object of my vision. "Until when are you shy about your husband, this? Touch the one you want to touch."

I became clumsy, trying to pull my hand out of her flat stomach but instead she pointed it at something hard down there. "Aww!" I was surprised to pull my hand but too late. Dion first mastered the touch of my hand, made it deeper and drowned there.

"Please play there!" seductive Dion in between her expressions that held back her sense of indescribability.

Not playing it, I was fixated even though my fingers still remained soft on the chewy thing. Staring at Dion was sad and hopeful to be given something I wanted. Good together, maybe that's a wish I want to tell her.

Dion's lightning-quick hand had pulled my nape, deepened, played through my kul*man changing and full of desire not to stop. Evaporates the already rumbling taste in the chest. Sipping the homesickness of the longing in a stirring lust. Dipping love in a frame of taste to blend in the salivary exchange.

"Darling," called me as her beautiful lips began to skate spoiled around my neck. Charming my skin and dumping it with a red stain that bears witness to a possession.

There is no stopping it ignites the embers of the increasingly tempestuous taste. Drowning me in happiness when so deft he puts himself in and treats my sensitivities with distinction. The twin brother, he is equally flattened in pleasure.

When the rumble has reached its peak, the incandescent and melt just wait for one touch, sink something into the contest. Give love to the owner. Leaving behind a scrawl of stories that will become new history with the birth of a human child.

"I love you more, baby. Your presence is God's most beautiful destiny in my life" Dion said, kissing my forehead and reaching into his arms. Warming our innocent bodies under the covers and continuing the story in a beautiful dream all night.