Cracked Pearls

The Roar of the Sound of Rain

I felt the warm breath of Zhio hitting my cold face. Our faces are barely distant. Confused and not knowing what to do, my heart was pounding. While Zhio had closed his eyes with his head tilted.

From the cheek, his palm now shifted behind my nape, pressing it forward - close to his face. While the other hand he attached to my waist in a position locking the circumference.

His heart thump even sounded strong, although the rain was still rumbling out there.

This weak me, the more lol the more Zhio's lips actually touched my lips. A pressing touch that made me feel that something else was groping inside me. Like a desire to retaliate.

In the end we were defeated by taste. Zhio and I are both immersed in the touch between lips that are so active to kiss each other, twist, and play. My hands have even moved around his neck.

Getting carried away by the groove, Zhio pushed my body to the bottom without removing our pa'gutan. The atmosphere is getting deeper and more intensive.

I felt the bottom of my stomach churning hot, instructing myself to continue to fight back and compensate for what Zhio is currently doing to me.

I was a little surprised, as Zhio's palm began to turn into a termite and a remass on other parts of my body. The top shirt I was wearing he put it up and played his five fingers there. I was agitated, but I also enjoyed it a lot. Especially when Zhio took his lips off my lips, then went down and moved them to the chest.

My two hands grimly clutched her hair under my chin, as a result of being immersed in sensation.

Zhio was getting worse in his game until this wooden bale that we had fallen on showed he was no longer sturdy, used for this kind of movement.

Zhio's breathless roar sounded loud. He lifted his own body to remove the t-shirt he was wearing, then threw it in any direction. I looked back at the order from the chest to the man's stomach. All in perfect portions. Bewitched in awe and disbelief, the geeky figure turned out to be Arjuna, I was suddenly shocked stiffened. Zhio had already continued what he had done before. This time he started from my navel, crept up to my chest, long played there with my twins with eyes closed enjoying, then ended up on my neck and back to my lips.

I'm not naive, I just want to enjoy it as much as Zhio did. Hope everything is done and we smile with satisfaction while hugging each other in the end.

Zhio and I are normal young and have been tracking the age that deserves to know the real world s.e.k.s. Therefore, the lava of desire as it is today is truly tempestuous like a whirling storm no matter what around.

But unfortunately, no one reminded us. About a time rule. We're not married yet.

Deep in my sacred heart, I actually wanted to resist, affirming to the ego that this was not true. Emphasizing on the soul, that this kind of mature impression of love should not be done by us when there is no strengthening sacred bond. But unfortunately, my body does not want to rebel and even more accepting.

I just felt my heart and I clashed with different opinions. And this is won by the body because of the human reaction in it.

I was completely engulfed in every touch of this man I loved. I'm longing. Whatever he's doing right now, I really don't want to end it.

“Zhio!” pekikku quickly pulled away to get up. I crossed my arms in front of my chest interrupting the shameful part that was not really right to show. “Do not, Zhio.”

The guy is stuck in place in a position only supported by both knees. The originally busy hand was about to pull the belt, stiff in the same place but floating without touching anything.

My pair of dim eyes hang water that will soon fall. I quickly grabbed my clothes on the dirty tiles under the bale, then put them on my back to Zhio.

“Ti-Tiara .. sorry I.” Zhio's voice sounded slowly mixed with fret. I listened to it with a chaotic heart without being able to reply to a single word.

“I don't mean ...” Not yet said Zhio continued, he humped himself hugging my back which had since turned his back. “Sorry me.”

His head is on my shoulder. While my eyes stay straight ahead. I can't even describe my own feelings. But one thing I realized, I couldn't blame Zhio for the indecent incident that had just almost happened between us. Bagamana no, I am equally to-lol with both lulled in the situation.

“I want to go home,” I said in the end.

...*****...

Breaking through the rain, wet, Zhio finally succumbed to my desire to go home this afternoon, though he objected enough to worry that I might catch a cold. Leaving the abandoned shop the rest of the to-lol act, we stayed the whole way. I even felt a moment of embarrassment as my hands held on to both her waist. All of a sudden it became stiff.

Arriving at Om Krisna's house, Mbok Misni greeted anxiously in front of the terrace. Aunty Maria even screamed at me who was soaked with a shivering body. As for Zhio, I told him to go home as soon as possible. The man complied without a rebuttal. He also rejected the offer of Aunt Maria to stop and for a moment enjoy warm tea in the house while waiting for the rain to subside. My gaze was quite understood. I want to be alone for some time without him.

Now time has crept to the eleven-night mark. But my eyes are still awake. The hot orange water provided by Mbok Misni has even cooled. My mind is still muddled in the shadow of this stupid incident this afternoon with Zhio.

Repeatedly I clenched my hair with a small, restrained cry. I regret why I was that stupid. Dozens of chats and dozens of calls from Zhio filled my polsel screen. Last time I deactivated it, I didn't want to be distracted. Just looking at her name and contact photo I was confused and completely embarrassed. I felt how cheap I was as a girl.

...______...

The next day, I didn't go to college. Reasoning a little unwell, Aunt Maria and Om Krishna let me rest in my room, after providing some kind of medicine complete with antibiotics to drink.

My phone doesn't activate. I still feel awkward communicating with Zhio.

Until the knock outside my door was heard repeatedly, followed by the screams of Aunt Maria, “Tiara! There is Zhio Jenguk you!”