Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest

Hotel

All the way I cried.

But I actually just wanted to cry. Shedding all my frustration, all the stress that built up, all my bad thoughts came true today.

I should have been prepared for all this, but I still harbored hope that Arka would understand my position. I still love him, I want to be with him. Even though I knew my relationship with him had many slim possibilities.

Maybe this is my path.

In the quick time of crying I was relieved. And my heart has given everything.

Ariel's warm back made me comfortable, I always tendered my cheeks to the body of the field in front of me.

But while my mind goes everywhere.

Not thinking about the Ark.

Ariel's back is too warm! His jeans jacket is thick. But the heat just went right through my cheek.

I thought instead of the condition of the person in front of me, this boy that I hugged his waist.

The way to drive the motor feels unstable. I just realized that my arms were hot, as I looped my hands around her waist. He was wearing a thin white shirt and a black jeans jacket.

I raised my head and nodded. The way the Ariel motorbike runs at normal speed tends to be careful but feels a bit unsteady.

In the middle of the trip I just remembered that he was in high heat.

He's still sick...

He was in a fever accompanying me this selfish and depressed.

When I realized we were the same

The difference is that he is sicker.

I'm in a status that is not solid with Arka, we have not been bound in an innate even though we have dated 6 years, but we are someone else.

But if Ariel is my husband, he has every right to me and is responsible for me. But I refused and missed everyone else.

From the beginning I asked for a divorce, one of which was to keep our feelings. I had Arka and Ariel had a boyfriend. Many girlfriends.

The goal has been achieved, and I don't love him.

But it turns out he loves me.

It could be that the chance to marry me, it was his chance to get me.

He is young but he is full of realistic thinking ahead of him.

Far beyond me behind this spoiled nature. Ah no. He's not spoiled.

I am the spoiled one.

I'm the one sulking every day.

I was complaining constantly.

Next I frowned as Ariel started to marginalize her bike and entered Teuku Cik Ditiro Street . And I realize this isn't the way to the house.

Ariel bends her bike at a 3-star hotel by the side of the road.

“Ariel?” my many. Because the distance to my house is still very far actually.

“Down first yes?” his his hiss was slow while stopping his bike in front of the lobby. I came down in curiosity and watched him towards the parking lot ahead.

So close to the distance I can see him give money a hundred thousand to the parking lot while saying “Jagain my motor later dapet you half again yes bang.”

The parking attendant looked excited as he raised his hand the sign ‘beres’.

“We do in-“

“My head is so dizzy. Take a break, will you? Later tonight continue again road,”

And it was difficult to call Papah to pick him up, but maybe just like Ariel, I felt there were different indications about Papah and my mother. We don't want to disrupt their activities.

I see, Ariel's face is pale and her face is sweet. He even walked while holding onto the wall along the lobby.

“Wiiih, Mas Ariel? How are you?!” greet the front office. Do they know?

I looked suspiciously at Ariel.

“Hey Ky, regular room only yes. Empty right?” Ariel took her wallet and tapped a pink card on the EDC machine.

“Pacar lo Mas?” ask the front office while looking at me. I sneered a little.

“Wife...” Ariel replied. She took the Marriage Card from her wallet. The Front Office looked up and saw me. Because on the back of the card was a picture of me with a blue background.

‘”Anjir, great also lu,” his Front Office. "When's the wedding?"

"Last month." replied Ariel.

"The newlyweds apparently! Do not take ordinary rooms laaah, here is a Discount voucher for luxury rooms. I make the price the same as you used to pesen!”

“Asik lah, tengkyu.” hiss Ariel. He forced his smile when I knew he was gone.

He's trying to stay friendly at times of some sort, this.

While I was getting more guilty.

“Ariel often come here?” ask me curious after the frontliner handed me the room door card. The Front Liner just grinned.

“By the way aje, I am what is the same bini.” Ariel said as she propped her chin on the reception desk. “Iya I come here often.. same girl, change..” Ariel kissed my temple. “I promise after this to come here just the same you.”

“Ke here is just the same as me, but to there same other girls,” reply me.

“Hehe,” kekeh Front Liner, ”Lu need what Riel in room?”

“Paracetamol, same amount of water yes. Taro just in front of the door..”

And Ariel took my hand as she headed towards the elevator.

Out of the elevator and in the corridor he even stopped for a while to lean his body against the wall.

I threw it into our room.

And arrived at the room with a dagger he took off his shoes, took off his jacket and shirt and immediately fell asleep on the bed.

Continue so until adzan maghrib reverberated.

While I spend time watching movies on cable tv. Horror genre story because I don't want to think the same Arka. The more sinister the more attention I get, the better.

Because I think the more horror happens when the Young Master wakes up from his sleep.

I watched carefully, Ariel slept without clothes, besides on her neck there was another Tattoo on her shoulder blade. DreamCather tattoo. Then a long stroke, crossing from the back shoulder to the waist. A former scourge of celurit when he was trapped in a brawl between two schools.

He did not follow but he was affected. Since then she has said she doesn't like going home to school in a white-gray uniform. As much as possible change clothes, especially if the bike is good, prone to being scuttered. So he inscribed a tattoo on his neck so it was thought he was a student.

But I still can't accept the reason in against the body painting. I think there are more ways to avoid a fight than having permanent paintings on the skin of God's creation.

I don't know why this kid. Sleeping on his stomach like this he looks cool. Slowly he muttered and then turned his body to lie down. He raised his hand and massaged his forehead.

Then sleep again with his hands covering his eyes

It was just a simple gesture, but why did it feel charming in my eyes.

This Ariel. I remember last week, when she acted crazy and sang Arjuna, even though she fell from the foamy podium of the APAR still her movements were sexy.

Jesus... sexy?

Think what Iuu!!