For Kahiyang

25. Just you

Arriving at Fx Sudirman, the rain fell very heavy. The taxi that Kahiyang boarded went into the lobby of the Mall.

"Sorry, sir. Can you wait for my friend to come? I didn't bring any money," honestly Kahiyang was embarrassed to say. He only carries his phone without a wallet.

"No need, Non. I'd like to go home." Reject the taxi driver.

"But, sir. You have brought me this far. Just hold on a second. Soon my friend came, "Kahiyang is not feeling well. He tried to contact Satria again.

"No papa, Non. I'm sincere. When I see Non crying like that, I think of my daughter" she said.

"But, sir. In a moment, I called my friend again," Kahiyang tried to contact Satria again.

"Hello, where have you been?" ask Kahiyang to Satria.

"Almost until. Wh why? miss out?" Satria seduced at the wrong time.

"Don't ngaco! I haven't paid for a taxi. I borrowed money you could?" Kahiyang suppressed his shame on Satria.

"Okay, hold on a second. I'm going to the lobby" replied Satria.

Sure enough, Satria's black sedan stopped just behind the taxi Kahiyang was riding in. Only one taxi stopped and it was definitely Kahiyang.

Satria came out and knocked on the steering window. The driver was confused.

"That's my friend, sir," Kahiyang said.

"How much does it cost?" satria asked, taking out her wallet.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand" the driver replied. Then Satria handed him three pieces of red paper money.

"Thank you for bringing my girlfriend. The rest is for you, "Satria's words made Kahiyang shake his head.

Satria opened the passenger door. "Wear this!" wearing a hat and sunglasses. Satria embraces Kahiyang, taking him into the car. Kahiyang kept his head down, covering his face.

"Where are you going?" ask Satria. The car's out of the Mall's courtyard.

Kahiyang shook his head, still wearing his hat. "I don't know" he answered.

"Please dong hat with glasses. It's already inside. No one could see," Satria took off the hat Kahiyang wore and threw it into the back seat.

Kahiyang was silent, opening her glasses. His eyes were swollen from crying.

"After fighting with Papa?" ask Satria. Kahiyang nodded.

"Why? Is it because you refused to get engaged to that doctor?" Satria turned around for a while and refocused on driving.

"One of them," Kahiyang wiped his tears that flowed back.

Satria clasped Kahiyang's hand, kissed the hand and then pressed it against the cheek.

"We're looking for a more comfortable place to chat." Satria wants to listen to all of Kahiyang's stories.

Satria's car got into the basement of an apartment. The area is not in Jakarta but on the outskirts of Jakarta, namely Tangerang.

"Kahi .. dear .. wake up. We've arrived" Satria rubbed Kahiyang's cheek. After much crying, Kahiyang fell asleep.

"Huh? Where's we?" Kahiyang confused.

"We're in Tangerang. I have some apartment units I rented. Incidentally there was an empty one. You can wear it for a while" Satria said, helping to release the safetybelt.

"Wear it again" put on the glasses again then reach for the hat in the back seat.

"Cock?!" Satria pulled Kahiyang's hand towards the elevator. Satria has always been romantic with Kahiyang. His hands never left his waist.

"You wait here. I went to the receptionist" said Satria. Kahiyang obeyed all her lover's words.

Soon Satria has returned with an access card in her hand.

"Look, we're up," Satria re-embraced Kahiyang's waist.

The numbers kept changing, the elevator getting higher and higher carrying them up to the 10th floor.

"Lake in!" Satria opened the door after pasting the access card and entered the password.

Apartments that are not so spacious with furniture are not so much but quite complete.

"Sit down first. I'll get you a drink" Satria led Kahiyang to sit on an L-shaped sofa.

"Drink first," thrusting one glass of cold mineral water.

"Thank you" Kahiyang accepted and drank it until half a glass was left. Satria sat next to Kahiyang, still rubbing her lover's back.

"A little bit" replied Kahiyang.

"You want to tell?" Satria clasped Kahiyang's waist, tightening his body so that there was no distance.

"Papa knows about you. Papa was furious," Kahiyang leaned his head against Satria's shoulder.

"How can you?" Satria was a little surprised.

"I don't know either. Papa says that I'm cheap like mom," Kahiyang recalled her father's words earlier, and then sobbed again.

"Mother?" Satria did not understand. Mother who is meant.

"My mom, Kiran. Mother gave birth to me. Sixteen years ago I left forever. Mother ... Kahiyang longs," Kahiyang hugs Satria. Crying in the neck of the old man.

Satria frowned after hearing Kahiyang's story.

"So .." Satria's speech hangs.

"Mama Bri, Mama's with me. After my mother left, Papa took me to live with his family" Kahiyang explained, as he pleased.

Satria patted gently on Kahiyang's back. "I know and understand now. Relax, it's me,"

"Our relationship is wrong, but I can't. I love you, Mas," Kahiyang tightened his embrace.

"What did you say?" Satria gave some distance, wanting to once again hear what Kahiyang had just said.

"What?" wiping tears with tissue.

"What did you call me? the last one," Satria was impatient.

"What the hell? I'm sad again, Mom. Don't play guessing," Kahiyang threw the tissue he had been wearing wiping away tears and snot.

Satria smiled in embarrassment, then cupped Kahiyang's face. Kissed her for a second.

"I'm happy with that call. Mas." Satria kissed Kahiyang again.

For now only Satria, a place of sighing and its backrest. Kahiyang wants to be with Satria.

Satria held Kahiyang in her room. The pagutan still went on without pause. Satria threw her lover into the bed, supported her.

The night is getting late. Satria took off her shirt, and so did Kahiyang. His pajamas are open almost entirely.

The two couples made out and let out a melodious voice that was mutual. Kahiyang squeezed the hair of Satria who was kissing her neck and chest.

As Satria was about to switch to opening the breastplate, Kahiyang held her back. "Don't, Mas!"

Desires that have soared, just decay. Kahiyang knows the limits.

Satria's status, which still had a wife, made him stop the act. Kahiyang fears his fate like his mother, Kiran.

"Why? I want to .." Satria's eyes still look cute.

"No, Mas. Thats enough. I don't want more than this. I'm afraid we're going to be clear" Kahiyang pushed Satria up and pulled her clothes up.

Satria ruffled her hair, picked up her t-shirt and then exited the room bare-chested. He threw his body on the sofa.

Kahiyang sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and covered his face.

"Why did we meet at such an inopportune time?" kahiyang.

Kahiyang and Satria were busy with their own thoughts. The two were still awake, until Kahiyang's stomach rang. He's hungry. I missed dinner because I left the house.

Kahiyang opened the room door slowly. He thought Satria was asleep, but the man was sitting in focus staring at the screen of his phone.

"Why? Is there anything you need?" asked Satria without looking at Kahiyang. Satria could see Kahiyang standing in front of the room door and peeked.

"Mr ..." Kahiyang said he was hungry.

"Dry!" pat the sofa on the right side.

Kahiyang approached, obeying Satria's orders.

"What do you need?" ask Satria again. Put the phone on the table.

"I'm a laper," replied Kahiyang grimacing.

Satria rose, extending a hand.

"Where are you going?" Kahiyang confused.

"Laper said. Come eat! There is a good place to eat, which is open at night like this," said Satria. Kahiyang got up to receive his hand.

To be Continued...