BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

115. Surfing the Sea of Asmara

Realizing that he was inside the cage of a hungry lion, the small muscles on Nadia's skin stiffened.

"But I don't bring clothes here, Bim," he said.

"You don't need clothes here, honey," Bimasena said in a soft voice. But it makes him creepier. Moreover, one of the man's hands began to stroke and squeeze.

"Biiiiim, what do you mean?" his screeches. His hand tried to prevent Bimasena's hand from touching the undue part.

"I mean clear. You know it."

What other reason should he give?

"Bim, I didn't bring an ASI pump here. If the breast is not pumped, my chest hardens and hurts," his mother, hoping Bimasena understands and allows him to return to the hotel.

But ...

What did Bimasena say?

"Mi Amor, if you're here with me, you don't need clothes and you don't need an ASI pump."

He took a deep breath to hear the words of Bimasena.

Her body involuntarily sank because Bimasena placed a kiss on the right side of her neck from behind.

He hated why his body gave such an overreaction. When his brain thought hard to find a reason to stop Bimasena, his head moved to the left. Make room for Bimasena to more freely explore his neck with suction and small bites that bring great gallons.

Which means his brain is no longer able to control the work of organs.

No, it can't be late.

Can't let dusk be drowned the night before its time. We must not allow Bimasena to repeat it before the sacred promise is made. You cannot fall into the same hole and sin.

His brain suddenly brightened. It has a way of stopping the action of Bimasena.

He immediately turned around, facing toward Bimasena. Challenging the man's dark brown eyes was shrouded in desire.

"Bim, why are you asking me to find another love? You mean what?"

Bimasena snorted because he was disturbed, but stopped his action.

Succeeds right?

Successfully stop the naughty activities of Bimasena.

Fortunately, he remembered Bimasena's letter.

"Or are you looking for another love, Bim?" barrage. Ready to argue with Bimasena.

But Bimasena laughed at his words.

Where is funny?

"In this situation of confinement, meeting one's own love is difficult, how to find another love?" Bimasena rubs his thumb on his lips.

"Then why are you asking me to find another love?" his pedicab. Removing his lips from the hand of Bimasena.

The man then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Here!" Bimasena pulled his hand until he sat on the lap of Bimasena with a sideways position.

"Nadia! What if the judge sentenced him to more than ten years in prison? Can you wait for me that long?" bimasena said that made him stifled.

He looked at those brown eyes with a teary look.

Will his lover be confined in a land far from his reach?

His lips trembled as he was unable to reveal a bursting sense of solace, stifling his heart.

He realized that he had been crying when Bimasena's hand wiped his tears.

"If I put my ego forward, then I will ask you to wait and let you years through lonely nights with just Glor."

"But you deserve love and warmth. You deserve to live happily. Wasn't it during the relationship with me that you had more trouble?" connect Bimasena. The man's index finger moved caressing his cheek.

"That decision is with you, Nadia. Ready to wait for me for years or to find another love and find new happiness" Bimasena murmured. The finger that had been stroking his cheek, switched to stroking his hair.

Those words were spoken so softly by the man who had carved love in his heart. That love has been imprinted, it will never be lost even when time comes and goes.

"I can't, Bim. I don't want anything else but you. I will wait for you anytime. And when you don't come back, I choose to live alone" he said, sobbing with a voice that turned hoarse. "I'll spend time raising Glor, until death comes."

"Can you wait ten to fifteen years, honey?" ask Bimasena. His brown eyes were bright and focused on him.

Ten, fifteen, even fifty years, he would wait.

"I'll wait for you, Bim. But don't ask me to look for another love. My heart aches when you say that sentence," he groaned, both hands holding the shoulder of Bimasena.

Bimasena smiled meaningfully at him.

"I won't say that sentence again. Thank you very much for waiting for me to come home."

Slowly Bimasena brought the face closer and closer to the tears wetting Bimasena's face. His eyes closed, his lips cracked, waiting for the man's warm lips to dock.

It is washed away in shades of orange kisses. The subtle blend of love in the heart and luma tan that sometimes turns violent.

Han village and the sound of breath replace diction, to convey the message of the heart that is enveloped in love and hurt longs because long time does not meet.

His hands were coiled, clutching hard at the man's back.Don't want to let the man away from him anymore. Wanting to live together soon, facing life's challenges, spending days as husband and wife. Living a great life together.

The man's lips traced the outline of his jaw, then slammed into his neck. Giving small bites full of excitement. Making it several times had to wriggle, as the movements of the great waves spread in his soul.

His lips and Bimasena's lips were again clenched. Dancing tongue. He felt the burning heat of the fire of love.

The building that restrains the human body is still glued to be a witness. Let one of his rooms become a place to play romance.

His soul is not just thirsty for love. But demanding something not as worthy as it is. Makes his chest tight unable to breathe. It seems to be running out of oxygen.

Is it because of that guy's kiss that was able to wash away and burn?

"You look like an angel (You are like an angel)," said Bimasena.

Or because of the gentle whisper in his ear that made him drunk and drift?

No, it's not that he's getting claustrophobic. He felt his body carry a heavy burden. The body weight of the man who is on it.

Being on it?

Suddenly he snapped. His consciousness recovered, after a long time of being hypnotized by the fondling of the brown-eyed man.

Since when did his seat on the bench of Bimasena change? Turning to lie down with the man's overstretched body?

Oh no!

His current position is very dangerous.

So easily Bimasena turned things around. It's just a little rabbit that's a toy of a hungry lion. If you do not escape immediately, it will be a man's meal all night.

His head again thought about how to escape from the man who was trying to take off his clothes.

"Bim, I want to pee," he said, his hand held the action of Bimasena's hand that was about to pass his clothes over his head.

But the man was so trained. Despite facing rejection, it was easy to pass the blouse he was wearing past his head.

"Biiiim, no!" reject it. His hands covered the bra that had been wet by the seepage of ASI. Because the production of ASI is a lot and there is no Glor who consumes it.

But Bimasena ignored him.

"Biiiim, would pee," his his hiss again, pushing the body that was seething him.

His two hands were joined by Bimasena on his head so that he could not make any more contact.

"It's thin here," grinned Bimasena.

You badung guy. It felt like he had run out of sense to stop a man who had been shrouded in passion.

Highlight brown eyes that hit the sign of not wanting to be prevented.

How could he prevent, while he was instead swept away by the wave of passion that resurrected the man. So easily he was tossed. Like a paper boat sailing in the middle of the ocean, crashing waves.

"Nadia Humeerah, I've loved you since we were in high school. No one can keep a feeling of love without being together and without commitment for that long."

Bimasena was very calm, hypnotizing her with soothing caresses and whispers. Silencing her mouth that was always resisting, shook her senses.

"I love you, all my heart."

The longing is so heavy and exhausting. Ever since his heart was linked to Bimasena, everything felt dead without the presence of the man.

On the sidelines of her being lulled in the beauty that Bimasena had created, a shard of her consciousness re-emerged upon receiving a small bite from the man.

"Biiim, I miss Glor," he sank in the midst of sinking common sense. Hoping to stop the increasingly uncontrollable man.

His breath was not rhythmic, panting grilled by desire.His hand gripped the man's hair.

Bimasena moved from below, bringing the face closer to his face.

"You miss Glor? I also miss. Because I'm his father. Your miss is the same as my miss."

"But Glor does not miss us" whispered Bimasena who made his forehead shrivel.

Bimasena continued again before he lodged a protest,

"Glor misses his beautiful and cute little sister."

"So we must grant the wish of our son whom we both long for."

"Make a beautiful and cute baby girl for Glor."

There was no choice but to accept the man's treatment. Surf together in the sea of romance, facing the rolls of the waves. Bimasena is a surfer and she is just a surfboard. His body danced every wave came, under the man's control.

The man who had broken down the fence of his faith.