BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

42. Beautiful Night (1)

Nadia closed her eyes, trying to enjoy, what it was like to sit on Bimasena's lap. How does it feel to touch the gentle lips of the man on his neck, as well as the hands of Bimasena tickling his stomach and waist.

Always, it was easy for Bimasena to drown him. Drift in a rhythmic soft fondle. It makes his brain incapable of thinking.

Various flavors mixed into one. The warmth crept following his blood flow. His bones were weakly helpless, due to the touch of Bimasena's hand. He hovered over the lap of Bimasena, feeling various sensations.

With misty eyes, he looked at the man's lips. Slowly the man's sexy lips cracked into a smile. He just fell silent, seeing that smile, making something inside him melt.

But the roar of Tristan's vehicle engine, her husband, jolted her. It immediately jumped off the lap of Bimasena and ran as fast as a cheetah into the room. Leaving Bimasena alone in the living room without permission.

With a hunting breath he leaned against the door of the room.

What's he just doing?

Let Bimasena spice it up on the edge of the ravine? How can it be as bold as it is to do so in a time and space filled with risks. He became horrified to think about what he had just done and the impact if Tristan caught them.

He then stood in front of the mirror to see what he was like then. And he gasped when he saw Bimasena leaving a faint trace on his neck. Was Bimasena intentional? He immediately covered it with hair. And hope Tristan never pays attention to that kissmark.

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Bimasena could only remain stunned, then laughed to himself, as the woman he was holding on to gasped in shock, leaping from her lap and darting into the room without a word. Just because of hearing the sound of Tristan's car returning from the minimarket buying cigarettes.

Nadia doesn't need to be that sweet. Perhaps they could still kiss for a few seconds, then descend slowly from his lap and walk casually into the room. Not running as fast as a bullet as a ghost would chase.

Now he can only cuss annoyed, because the minimarket distance is very close. But he realized his folly, already knowing the critical time, was playing around boiling his own desires on the stove. And have no way to finish.

Now he was like a thirsty traveler, seeing a soothing drink in front of him, but could not gulp it down. He almost cursed when Tristan with a sweet smile, came to give him a cigarette.

Not the cigarette I want Tristan, I need your wife.

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Today Nadia brought a change of clothes to the salon. Because he had promised to see Bimasena for a little night. Fulfilling the man's wish to meet outside was a better option, rather than agreeing or disagreeing with Bimasena to keep coming to his house.

Bimasena: Where to see you for a minute?

Ask the man when he calls her by phone.

Nadia: In a not crowded place.

Bimasena : Hotels?

The hotel? Oh naw. He was very confident that Bimasena would repeat the events of the night at his home if they met at the hotel, alone in the hotel room. Obviously he will not be able to block Bimasena. So it is better to prevent it early.

Nadia: Don't be Bim, not at the hotel.

Bimasena : Mall?

Nadia: Moreover, the mall, could be anyone who recognizes us.

Bimasena: Okay, then you decide where we meet. I'm in.

Now he is confused where to meet Bimasena. Why does Jakarta feel so narrow? Everywhere he was afraid that there were eyes that caught them both way.

Nadia: I'm confused where Bim should meet.

Answer in a soft voice.

Bimasena: Then I decide the place. You just come along.

And the afternoon after Nadia took a shower in her salon, she walked into her study room to get dressed and decorated. He has to perform optimally because he will date Bimasena. A date? Calling the word suddenly he was showered with guilt on Tristan.

He felt ticklish to himself. Buying new clothes for the sake of looking attractive in the view of Bimasena.

Even more ridiculous, he bought new and expensive underwear, just to meet Bimasena. Though clearly he should not let Bimasena see his underwear, especially do it again.

Then why should he wear underwear at a price that makes no sense to him? Enough to drain his wallet. Don't ask, he doesn't know the answer either. Or he was ashamed to answer.

He just wants to be on guard. Let not his clothes be revealed and Bimasena saw him wearing cheap underwear, which he bought at a discount, as he wore that night.

Ah reason!

Why is his brain so indecent like this? The effects of Bimasena have made his brain insane.

It felt like looking back at the man's wet hair from sweat. Only men who exercise regularly can do it that long.

Enough Nadia, what are you thinking?

Nadia wants to banging her head that is always erotic when considering the man who is full of attraction.

And now Nadia is already wearing new underwear, bras and lacy underware in matching pastel colors.

He also uses a knee-length dress, draped neck, neck pieces with pleated accents that intersect lower.

Bimasena intended to pick him up, but he chose to use an online taxi to save time because they were not unidirectional. It's like cinderella, it has a clock home. In fact he had to go home before 10 pm to avoid the wrath of Tristan.

They will meet and have dinner at a European-style restaurant serving French food, in Senopati, Kebayoran Baru.

And when he arrived at the place, he saw the man full of charm was waiting at the door of the restaurant. In a suit complete with a tie. He believes Bimasena was still wearing his work clothes this afternoon. But the man looked very fresh.

Nadia chose to hide from Bimasena's sight first, to regulate her breathing and her reflex heart fluttering once she saw the man who had poisoned her.

At once to make sure back the makeup and appearance through a small mirror in his bag. To dispel the feeling of not being confident that is always overflowing. Because he considers himself unbalanced with Bimasena. Not worthy of Bimasena.

He tried to remember how his walking technique used to be on the catwalk. Because he had to walk gracefully in the style of the model towards Bimasena who had been waiting for him in front of the restaurant.

And after inhaling several times to normalize the heartbeat ...

three, two, one ...

He also walked with his bright steps towards Bimasena.

The man parsed a smile as soon as he realized his arrival. Seeing him walk with a dazzled look.

Look, he managed to amaze Bimasena didn't he?

But his arrogance is only temporary. Too busy to dazzle Bimasena, he failed to see the steps in front of him. The high heels he used slipped. Luckily he did not fall. Imagine how embarrassed he would be if he had to fall a second time in front of Bimasena.

"Are you okay, Nadia?" Bimasena swiftly grabbed his hand while looking at him with a worried look.

"No," he replied, smiling shyly. Obviously he lied. Maybe his leg has been sprained because it hurts when stepping. So he struggled on Bimasena's arm as he stepped into the restaurant.

The restaurant apparently has a private room. So that he does not need to fret and fidget when there are eyes that recognize them. Bimasena understood exactly what he wanted.

It was the first time I entered this fine restaurant. The interior of this restaurant is thick with its European atmosphere, with beautifully arranged wooden furniture, mini chandilier chandeliers hanging on each table. Until the atmosphere is a little dim to make dinner at this restaurant like dinner in France.

Romantic right? You must be envious.

"Cock menu choices mostly salmon? Do you like salmon?" bimasena asked as she cut the steak.

"For the sake of it." The answer is less honest, because in fact he chose foods that could make him eat elegantly in front of Bimasena. Of course he did not want to repeat the incident of crabs during their first dinner.

"Try this steak, it's so tender." Bimasena moved a few pieces of steak meat into his plate. The man did not bribe her like last time, because the table was quite wide, so they were a bit spaced apart.

But as they enjoyed the apple tart, Bimasena stood up, moved to sit on his left side. Shifting the chair so tightly, that Bimasena's arms and arms are not spaced apart.

The grin rang again, hammering on his chest.

Moreover, the man casually wrapped his right hand on his shoulder and crossed his legs. The right leg of Bimasena was above Nadia's thigh.

His body was stiff as wood. The apple tart he chewed turned into stone, how difficult it was to swallow.

His eyes are looking for a room temperature regulator. Because his hands and feet suddenly shiver so embraced Bimasena. Also because of the knee and part of the thigh of Bimasena which is above his thigh.

He could feel how warm the body of the man beside him was. He can also smell that classy fragrance. It was all so sweet, but it was torturous.

Now he doesn't know how to put his hand. Did he put his hand on Bimasena's thigh? It felt like his hand was stroking the man's thigh. But there was no way he could do such a shameful thing.

Bimasena may be aware of her own infuriation. So that Bimasena's free left hand, grabbed his left hand and placed it on Bimasena's thigh. But he flinched and retracted his hand, for Bimasena had laid it so original that it was too close to the man's groin.

Bimasena laughed for a while.

"Nadia, you were like a kid yesterday afternoon."

The kid yesterday afternoon? Isn't Bimasena too adept for a bachelor? Obviously he is very experienced. One of the things he should ask later if he has the chance.

Bimasena tightened his embrace, then the left hand of the man grasped his left hand tightly. Take her back to the same place as before, and lock her hands there.

He made his face and chest burn. He realized that a reddish hue had already spread all over his cheeks.

It was the torture that Bimasena inflicted on him. Why didn't the man just kill him?

"Biiiiiim," his whimper tried to pull his hand away, because his left hand was near something dangerous.

But the man doesn't care. The more tightly grasped his hand and did not let go. Those brown eyes were glowing passionately.

Why did Bimasena become an inhuman man? So happy to see him tormented like this.

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"Nadia, I want to ask you something. Don't you take it personally?" ask Bimasena carefully. It was time to talk about this to Nadia.

"Ask what?" nadia hesitated. Perhaps the woman's heart was wondering what she was about to ask.

"Do you promise to answer honestly and openly?" He had to make sure before asking.

Nadia nodded with doubt. Nadia's head looked up at her face with a curious look.

"You got a problem? Family problems, for example?"

"meaning?" nadia asked, not understanding. A few seconds the woman looked at him confusedly.

"Sorry, you have your brother and sister have problems that affect you?" He looked at the woman deeply.

Nadia. The woman's mouth was round hearing his question.

"Do you know where Bim is? Tristan told you that, huh?" Nadia asked him back.

"You don't need to know, I know where it's coming from" he replied.

"Nadia like this, how much is your brother's debt left in the bank? I'll close it so as not to burden you again."

But it turns out Nadia is not as easy as she thought.

Nadia shook her head, "No Bim, my brother's debt is my responsibility, not yours."

"I just want to help so you don't get burdened every month Nadia. My intentions are good. Don't respond badly. And don't consider me someone else."

"I didn't respond badly, but I'm still capable of Bim. You don't have to worry about that." Reply Nadia steady. The woman's mood suddenly changed.

Bimasena finally could only exhale and smile wryly at the rejection he got from Nadia.

Different from most people. Wanting to be helped refused. Good intentions are not accepted

"OK fine. But if you have a problem, tell me yes. Open to me. Don't cover something up." His left hand that holds Nadia's hand is now stroking Nadia's smooth cheek using the back of a finger.

"Do you understand, baby?" he continued softly. But full of emphasis and intervention.

Nadia just smiled and nodded. But he was not sure, Nadia would open up to him. Because he had started to know Nadia personally.

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Now was his chance to ask Bimasena two things that always stuck his mind.

"Bim, I'm gonna ask you something. Don't you take it personally, huh? And answer it openly."

Bimasena laughed as she turned her back.

"What do you want to ask? Just ask. I'll say what it is."

He thought for a moment, trying to string out the most polite words. But as soon as his question was thrown, he realized that his sentence was completely disrespectful.

"Bim, before me, you were in a close relationship with a married woman as well?"

Bimasena was flabbergasted by his question, watching him for a moment, but finally laughed.

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