Flavor Anomaly

Part 25 - Between heaven and hell

The water from the shower sounded faint. I who was still worried between two realms, dream and real, began to open my eyes. The right hand protrudes into the side mattress, realizing that the space has been empty for some time.

"Dear?" call me while looking for that figure. The kitchen lights are still out, as are the two lights next to the right and left nightstand. But when he saw the flat object belonging to Angga who was still lying on the table, under the flat-screen TV, in front of the mattress, he must be in the toilet now. Under the toilet door was a shadow that paced back and forth with the boisterous sound of water faucets that lit up and sometimes died.

I looked for the smartphone I used to put on the side nightstand, saw a number at the end of the screen that showed the time at 04:30. Finally I pulled back the blanket and went back into the dreamland that had paused. It's not time to wake up now. Half an hour. Or maybe an hour, that's enough. Angga is used to waking up early, he always wakes up first weigh me. Well, the world's upside down, he's being too diligent, or I'm being lazy.

Just a few minutes closed his eyes and did not really fall asleep. This creature called Angga bothers me by hugging, not just getting there. He also sniffed the end of me that was still too comfortable on the bed.

"Ih! Ay, disturb, sleep again too," I whined without opening my eyes.

"Belvin. Morning is good exercise, ay."

"What sport is dawn - dawn gini?! It's still dark outside. Later ah." I'm more upset, and upset if my sleep time is interrupted.

"Morning sex, hm," she muttered in a spoiled voice. Angga has started to show his lust, this one man or can already be said to be my girlfriend, if the matter of lust is very big. But he knows the place and how to lure me never by force.

"Sports alone, ay, let it be his hand" I complained. He who does it often already knows what I mean.

"Well, yes, but yes, while touching and hugging gini?"

"Whatever," I said resignedly. The goose begins to grop, squeeze and kiss. But hearing his hunting breath, I also became aroused by his treatment. He is good at fishing.

"Damn! I'm stuck, I shouldn't have," I said in my heart. Drowsiness began to disappear, how could I sleep if he kept on paddling me.

"Ih, naughty yes indeed! I can lure you, ay!" I muttered and followed the game.

Unfortunately, this creature was playing.

"Udah ah, then. Ngopi first ah," said Angga then moved from the mattress.

"Ih! here no! Don't make potatoes!" omelku.

"Well, he said he wanted to sleep again, now go ahead, won't be disturbed."

"Argh! comeing! I did ask!"

"Ampun .. I was forced," he whined pretending to be persecuted.

"Shut up!" Directly I***** just his lips, so as not to talk much. We started exercising in the morning.

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"Lemes," she said, still lying next to him with a blanket still covering both of us.

"But it's delicious, right?" She plays the ends of my hair, while sometimes touching the curves of my face with her index finger.

"Make a shower there! It's like this!" I said I don't want to talk about it anymore. If it's like this, it feels like there is a sense of arrogance in front of him.

"Come on, together."

He then laughed. "Thank you, baby. Yeah, I'm going first, you want to boker." A short kiss landed on my lips.

"Don't smoke! It smells!" I screamed as he walked into the bathroom.

"Bodo ah!" it was and it worked to piss me off.

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A tight hug was already on his waist up to his stomach. Feeling the distance of one hand and the other hand a bit far, I began to realize that Angga's stomach was getting distended.

"Now, sport is why! His stomach looks like Om Om, tau," I screamed while pinching his stomach, while on my way to the office. The road is too noisy if you have to speak in a normal tone.

"You were sporting. Nights too. Less is more, Ay."

"Oh, different!" Now my slow punch to his right thigh. He was very good at arguing and shying away from all my words. There was only an answer from his mouth if we were to argue.

"Busy ah, Ay. I know for myself that I have been to the office all day. Home in the afternoon, tired. Not to mention if I stop by Ay's place. That includes sports. Exit the sweat."

"Basic! Tomorrow - tomorrow we run in the morning, if Ay nginep again anyway."

"Can aja. Try who wakes up later."

"Who is it?" many challenging.

"Now, the once. Wake up mulu."

"Not noon ah, the sun hasn't appeared yet, has it?"

"Yes, put the obligation first."

"What?"

"Facing the Almighty!"

"Oh, so Ay was praying?"

"Well, take a shower first. Don't you realize that I smell from head to toe?"

"Keet me smell like that?"

"Eh, realized? I didn't say yes. It's good to be conscious."

Maybe some people will consider us a hypocritical couple. In this adultery we still leave worship to God, as the creator of nature. But that's up to people's assumptions. We are not holy men, because we still do things that are forbidden by religion. Said Angga, salat ya salat aja. Whether God accepts it or not is God's prerogative. After all, all humans have their own ways of choosing sin. Please do not imitate these false words, and our behavior. But if desperate, the risk is borne by each.

Getting to know Angga makes me feel like I exist in two different worlds. Between heaven and hell nearby. He was the one who brought me closer to God, and closer to hell. He even taught me to teach. Fuck Angga, he's good at teaching. He was also diligent in going to prayer, and rarely left prayer. Even he was also the one who often told the fast - the sunnah fast that he usually did.

Well, Angga, that makes me feel heaven and hell at the same time. I hope to someday marry him. Being his wife, doing all our habits in a more lawful way.