BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

73. Crazy Desire The Man

Sad, happy, moved, relieved.

That was how Bimasena felt after meeting her father.

But there was one thing that struck him.

A few days later, he came back to visit his father. Intending to move her father along with her stepmother and sister who are her half-sisters to a more decent dwelling.

But apparently his father refused to move to Bimasena house in the Green Gem. His father also rejected Bimasena's offer to renovate the house his father now lives in.

That man must stand on his own feet, son. Because Father's ability is limited, then you must accept living in this state.

Although he made him disappointed because he felt like a useless child, but his father's expression became a stumbling block for him. Because his brilliant career and the treasures he has now can not be separated from the influence of his stepfather. Only with the provision of abilities he has, not necessarily he can live like now.

I don't need any material help from you. All I need is to be able to see you and Nina because I've missed you for so long. If you have time, often come to see Dad, son. Don't torture Dad in yearning.

It turns out he still has a heart. Because it still feels sore to hear his father's simple request.

Maybe he doesn't remember how he rocked her. But he remembered how Dad taught him the struggle. He remembered how he taught me to get up when I fell.

Why did he forget all this time that he was alive because of his father's sweat drops?

Why did he forget all this time that he was alive because of his father's tired breath?

But once he saw the lamentation of his thirsty father longing for him and Karenina, able to dampen the anger and all the arrogance of his soul.

Now he stood in front of the apartment that Nadia occupied, looking at the towering apartment with its bow. Compared to his father's rickety house.

How can he live a life of fun in a luxurious building, while his father suffered there at the banks of Anak Kali Ciliwung?

How dirty his soul was that let dozens of years pass without seeing his father.

Once inside Nadia's unit, she immediately contacted her sister, Karenina.

Bimasena: If you have time, go back to Indonesia. I'll take you to see dad.

He had expected how his sister would react.

Karenina: What? Brother has forgotten what father's attitude was to us?

Bimasena: Have you forgotten who taught you to walk? Who took you to school? Who slams the bones to make a living for the needs of our lives?

Bimasena: Don't just remember your last years with your dad. Remember the time before that too.

He could only snort in disappointment at his sister's refusal.

"Dad you moved?" nadia's new greeting appeared from inside the room carrying a cloth while she knitted it out of grey thread. Nadia's new hobby these few days to fill her free time. Nadia learned to knit via youtube.

"Dad refused to move. I don't want to renovate the house either" he complained.

"Means you have principles. Don't be too forced Bim. Be persuaded slowly."

"That's a good thing you're willing to go to the doctor. Also accepted my offer to fund Amelia's school."

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Nadia refused Bimasena to come to her apartment today. Asking Bimasena to wait for him at the man's apartment.

Today is Bimasena's thirty-first birthday.

He came to Bimasena's unit carrying a birthday cake and a gift that he had prepared for Bimasena.

There is no suprise party.

They will celebrate Bimasena's birthday, just the two of them simply.

Bimasena even knew he was coming with a birthday cake.

The man was already sitting sweetly on the sofa waiting for him. Wearing white t-shirts and home-style shorts. Simple, yet very athletic. It looks very fresh. Moreover, the man's smile greeted him, as cold as ice water in broad daylight.

After putting the birthday cake and gift box on the table right in front of Bimasena, he sat down next to Bimasena, then kissed the man's cheek.

"Happy birthday dear," she said. Shame colored his expression.

Since when did he dare to call his dear to Bimasena?

"Thank you my dear," Bimasena replied, looking at him with firm brown eyes. The man's affectionate words breathed happiness into the recesses of his heart.

Bimasena turned to the birthday cake.

"Home homemade cake?" Bimasena pointed to the simple birthday cake she was carrying.

"Kok know?"

Bimasena laughed without answering.

"You insulted my birthday cake?" He pretended to be pouting. Though he realized for himself, the look of his chocolate-colored cake was very sad. It has no aesthetic value at all.

Bimasena laughed again, then embraced it.

"No, time to insult. As ugly as your cake is, still I prefer your cake to cake from the cake shop" said Bimasena.

"That's right, you said yourself that my cake was ugly" she said.

"Dear, your cake is beautiful. As beautiful as the person," Bimasena tried to comfort him. But a moment later came back laughing with a louder laugh. Obviously laughing at the cake.

His eyes began to glaze over. Because they feel their efforts are not appreciated.

"Is this a gift for me?" The man hurriedly diverted as he saw his face turning overcast.

"Yes" he answered.

Even Bimasena can already guess the birthday gift that he will give first.

"It must be your knitted blanket, right?"

"Kok know?"

"Yes know dong."

Bimasena opened the gift box, and took out a thin, gray blanket.

"Don't insult!" He warned Bimasena first. "I know long ago."

But this time Bimasena is very sweet, not as annoying as before.

"Thank you, my dear," the man kissed her cheeks, then wrapped their legs together with the blanket. It was not clear, however, that the blanket gave her a warm feeling to her feet or because she was alone with Bimasena under the covers.

"You will have given baby breath flowers so that I am not lonely if you travel out of town and abroad. If you're traveling, bring that knit blanket, so you'll always remember me and never forget me."

"I can't forget you, Nadia. But can I ask you one thing?" Bimasena.

"Ask what?"

"You'll be furious. But if you love me, you can understand and allow me" Bimasena hoped.

"What's Bim doing?" he sizzled with a heart filled with anxiety. His eyes looked suspiciously at Bimasena.

"You promised me you wouldn't get mad."

"depends." He expected an explanation from the man.

"Well, if you want to be angry, you don't need to know."

Because his heart was filled with a strong curiosity, he promised Bimasena that he would not be angry.

Bimasena then took him into the room. With a pounding heart, he followed Bimasena stepping into the room.

What if he finds another woman in the room? What's he supposed to do?

It is clear that he will go on a rampage and leave Bimasena.

A fool with a promise will not get angry. The foolishness with love was so deep that he felt towards the man.

Bimasena let him into the room after opening the door. As soon as he entered the room he circulated his gaze to all corners of the room, but did not find the whereabouts of a woman. He can breathe for a moment.

Nothing changed from the man's room. Except a large painting on the wall. Painting of a woman in a position of sleep almost naked. Showing a sensuality and highly erotic side.

"You are a pervert, Bim, a nude painting in the room" he told Bimasena.

As an eastern woman, she shuddered and was not happy to see the painting of the almost naked woman. Even his eyes were so troubled to see the painting.

But maybe for Bimasena, who grew up in the west, was used to seeing paintings and nude statues. Because in the west, women are presented as objects of art that represent the beauty of the world. The highest beauty is the beauty of the female body.

Bimasena only responded with a sly smile.

He again glanced at the painting of the woman who was lying down using only underwear. The woman in the painting only covered her chest with her hands, her chest almost all visible.

But there is something strange in the painting. Because the woman's stomach in the painting is bulging.

He also recognized the ring on the fingers that covered the chest, as well as the blue jewel necklace worn around the woman's neck.

Both his eyebrows are also tied.

Immediately he turned his gaze to the face of the woman in the painting, paying close attention to the woman's face.

...and ......

"Biiiiiiiiimaaaaaaa," he cried by extending the word.

His voice was blaring in the room. Without shouting, Bimasena listened.

His face was heating up, his blood boiling.

"Who is that?" screech to Bimasena. His hand pointed at the painting on the wall.

"The future mother of my son" replied Bimasena with his cunning. Laugh anyway.

"Let the painting down Bim!" it's on Bimasena.

"You're naughty. Mischievous. Naughty." Lifetime for the first time he attacked men blindly with blows alternating with pinching like this.

He could not believe how his almost naked self was painted on the wall of Bimasena's room. He never remembers when he was painted.

"Huuusss don't make a fuss. Very barbaric anyway. You promised you wouldn't get angry" Bimasena said, holding his hand to stop hitting.

But as he moved towards the painting to take down the painting, Bimasena pulled it and locked his body with the man's hands and body against the wall.

"How can I be in Bim's painting?" voice loudly.

"From your picture. I asked the painter to paint your picture" the brown eyes narrowed, looking at him passionately.

"When would I take a nude photo like that?" In fact, he never felt sensual and erotic photos like in paintings.

"I took it secretly. When you sleep in that boarding house." Bimasena's two hands still locked him against the wall because he wanted to take down the painting.

His mouth is getting bigger. I can't believe how ugly the man in front of him is.

"You .. badung. Mischievous. Jahils. I've never met your bad guy Bim. The painting is not funny Bim," he said with a hand that also hit.

"Be careful with the painting, baby. The artistic value is very high. Symbol of femininity. Even in your sleep you still pose pretty."

"Artistic fuck. Wearing cela na da lam polkadot instead of lace spelled artistic. Where did you learn art? You're a technical alumni, his work in the mines only. Don't be so ignorant about art."

The batik bed linen used in the boarding house was converted into plain colored bed linen. But the cela na da lam polkadot that he used was still painted polkadot.

****** ***** that he bought for ten thousands. Now enshrined in the painting. While his expensive na da lam cela just ripped off the man and ended up in a garbage can.

"Let the painting down Bim!" With all his strength he pushed Bimasena. "You don't think I'm ashamed, it's in a nude painting. You're happy that I'm seen naked? You've gone mad, sableng, not sane."

"Look at me for the painting in my private room. Not in the living room. Not completely naked either, right? Artists also have many photos of such maternity," Bimasena reasoned.

"Bim, when I was a model, I turned down photos and fashion shows in bikinis, now you take pictures and paint me like that." He was so eager to strangle the neck of the man who locked him up.

"Nadia can you just be more calm and look at it from the positive side. Listen carefully. That is when a man adores a woman. Can do crazy things."

He felt the man's hand wrap around his arm to calm him down.

"You don't love me? Answer!" The man's hand moved from his arm to his palm, linking their fingers.

"Darling," he answered briefly. His eyes dodged Bimasena's deeply hypnotic gaze. So that he does not fall into the vortex that the man created.

"If you were dear, you would have allowed me to display the painting. I just want to see you every time."

He understood very well, the sentence spoken by the man in front of him was a technique of a man putting up a trap. But his instincts say that he must be defensive, this time must not be liquefied with Bimasena's crazy desires.

"What other way to prove your affection than the nude?"

"I want that painting. But if you don't want to grant my request, yes, put down the painting. Burn it." Bimasena stood upright and stopped blocking his movements. Give him room to move. No more smiles or laughter on the man's lips. Highlight the eyes that radiated full of threat.

Well if this is how it should be? For the first time he saw Bimasena sulking. Nor did he let the man down. Today is Bimasena's birthday.

"Alright, you can display the painting. But you have to promise, no one else can enter the room other than the waiter who cleaned your room," he said slowly with a face that was still pouting. He gave up, though not sincerely.

Finally Bimasena smiled. A triumphant smile that is actually very charming. But this time it was annoying for him.

"Smart boy," muttered Bimasena, stroking his cheek. Then the man's lips came closer to his. Kiss her with passion.

Bimasena called him a smart boy? Aren't they the same age? Or does Bimasena consider him a child who is easily controlled?

It's true, it's not like a child. Because he fell back. Falling in the comfort of a hug that can calm his panic nerves. Bound by two lips that are linked to each other.

Why is it so easy for him to get rid of all that man's wishes? Even for unreasonable desires.

Perhaps due to the extremely strong passion, it radiated naturally from the man. The strength of the man's attractiveness made him a woman who could not think normally.

He was very upset with Bimasena. But now he is more upset with himself.

Upset because his mouth that had spewed harsh words to the man, now the mouth was busy spewing han village restrained. Again because of that man. Because of the man's naughty hands that gave the sensation of goosebumps.

Was there a woman like her easily crushed like this?