About the Heart

Morning Kiss?

The sound of birds chirping that does not belong to anyone, melodious break the morning. The cold that ambushed this time felt different, unlike usual. A sharp nosedive in the bone marrow. The warm embrace that usually holds, feels unequal in my sense of smell. It is not the masculine aura that emits but the distinctive aroma of the iler that leaves a white color around the lip area.

"Yes, that's so dirty, anyway!" my cry when the woman who managed to be broken hearted by Mr. Aryan yawned so wide.

"It's very noisy, Pe. Sleep again, still lazy," raved Tya without opening his eyes.

I cut his forehead with all my might. "Look, sun! I've spoiled the skin of Mr. Aryan to look sexy," my cerocos to wake up Tya as well as detect the signal of his love, still in the name of Mr. Aryan or not.

"Where is sexy?" tanya Anggen ate my bait which I actually told Tya.

"Mister Eric's lips are so sexy, have you tasted them?" chirp Tya who was covering his body while sitting.

"Which Mr Eric, anyway? Look at the picture, Nggen!" I was half forced.

"Nih," pointed Tya while lighting the flat object Anggen contained Mr. Eric as his wallpaper.

"Handsome, so your eyes are still fine," I quipped to Anggen who was only replied with a ring.

"You too, Pe. Dion was perfect, still a muji to another man," Tya quipped while tidying up her messy hair.

Neighboring grass often looks greener. But that does not mean you will forget your own grass. Dion is perfect. Praising another man who is in accordance with the facts does not mean falling in love. Just aligning between sight and pronunciation. It is not sinful it is a reward, practicing honesty.

In line with me, Anggen is the same. Having a prospective husband does not mean letting healthy vitamins be missed without being used. Just praising on the lips without giving life in the form of a taste that can turn into love, is humane. The eyes cannot lie, nor can the heart be forced. Although handsome if the heart is not comfortable will also be blown.

"Dion is always at heart. But passing before the eyes, dong loss if left alone. Yes, no, Nggen?" ask me to find a friend in the view.

While reflecting, Anggen asserted my statement sentence. Tya who was alone with her beliefs, chose out the tent that we used as a place to spend the night. Yes ... In addition to playing bonfire we also spend the night under the tent.

Finished gripping themselves, Anggen and I followed Tya out of the tent. Slender. No one was there. After looking at each other, I finally decided to look for Dion in the tent of the adam. Footwear that lives a pair, makes me not hesitate to rush in. It was Dion's sandal, so it would feel very natural if I just stumbled on it.

True instinct. There, Dion closed his eyes. Without friends, he was relaxed in his sleeping position. I slowly approached and gently rubbed his cheek. Calling out her name, intending to wake my man up happily.

Once, twice and this is the last time I'll call him.

"Mas," I said gently as I rubbed his arm.

Dion's eyes were still closed, not reacting when I woke up. Repeat until the third time but it remains the same. I remember the sweet story of the morning that I always read in adult romantic novels. Showing with a touch on the lips. Maybe I can try. I look at his full lips that look very chewy if played. Not a thing my wild mind is already roasting.

The cup!

I gasped when my dawn attack failed. Dion actually first guerrilla before me who has prepared weapons. Just an outside touch with a little peck. Sweet that fits without heat turmoil.

The cup!

"Morning kiss" said Dion as she smiled without revealing a neat row of white teeth.

The cup!

A kiss on Dion's sense of sight I gave him to open his eyes. "Am I no longer beautiful until you don't see me?" my grunts were upset that this lying man had remained faithful to close his eyes despite the many times I had kissed him, alternating from the left and right eyes.

My neglected innuendo made me lighten up to get up from sitting down. Standing up to see her seductive but insensitive face. Twisting a step and instantly my body shakes as my hand is pulled by someone. I fell right over his chest. Dion smiled mischievously with his perfectly open round eyes.

"Where are you going? Your place is here, in my heart," he said, peeping at my left cheek, turning right and stopping while only a few fingers of his lips would touch my innocent lips.

"Continue here or ...?" ask with a smile.

"The basis of the newlyweds, early in the morning has warmed up," exclaimed Mas Rendra who suddenly entered the tent when the position of my upper body was still on his chest

With a shy face I removed my body from his body. Smile awkwardly at the guests who enter without saying a word of excuse. Lirih voiced out to ask for permission to come out first. But hindered by his arm that was precisely coiled in the belly of my window. Dion got up from his fall and more and more secured his position holding me in arms. Not awkward with his cousin who is still in the tent, pay attention to the jelly.

"Breakfast first, dear," asked Dion, breathing warmly behind my ear.

Hearing her request, I turned my body slightly until I could see her face. "I'll have breakfast first, yeah. You're talking to Mas Rendra."

Instead of loosening the grip, he was even more tightening. "This breakfast, dear," said Dion as she returned to take a kiss on my lips.

My face blushed for a moment. My perverted husband base, channeling desire right in the direction of Mas Rendra who immediately cursed. Dion remains relaxed. Slowly loosened her ties and let me out of the embrace. This opportunity I must take immediately to escape. He let me go.

I took a deep breath as soon as I was outside the tent. Apparently the breath that I shed as a form of relief was captured by the sense of sight of a Mr. Aryan who was about to enter the place I just left. I rubbed my chest, feeling lucky that we were not caught by his eyes.

"Who did it, anyway? How heavy is his breath?" inquiringly.

"Exercise, pacemaker gymnastics," I replied as I slurped away leaving him who understood my point, visible from his sweet smile but his eyes could not lie if he caught my ambiguous sentence clearly.