For Kahiyang

68: The boy, I!

That morning Satria continued to hug Kahiyang tightly, peeked and then turned to kiss the shoulder. Kahiyang began to feel uneasy. Sleep disturbed.

Kahiyang wriggled, "emm ... Mas ..." blinked eyes. The sun has not yet revealed its light. The sky of Paris is a little cloudy.

"Wake up?" satria asked, still hugging her.

"You've been bothering me all the time. How do I not wake up, Mas," answered Kahiyang, trying to stretch out Satria's hand that was coiled in her stomach. But Satria reluctantly, still hugged Kahiyang.

"I'm not going to run away. No need to date like this," said Kahiyang.

"I'm still missing. It feels like a rich dream, we can be like this" Satria said. His heart is very happy. His wait and patience all this time, paid off.

The love for Satria is so great. Kahiyang's heart and dilemma were felt after his last meeting at the art exhibition.

After all was clear, Kahiyang did not want to waste the opportunity. Kahiyang does not want to hold or reject Satria anymore.

"Ac ..." Satria. Kahiyang pinched his arm that was still lingering in the stomach.

"ill? so ... This isn't a dream. This is reality" Kahiyang said.

"Yes, this is not a dream," - pecking cheeks repeatedly "thank you. I'm very happy" he said, hugging.

"Yes ... Aye ... But first, I'm having a hard time, Mas," please Kahiyang, trying to break down the embrace.

Satria relented, released her embrace and pulled Kahiyang out of the room.

"Where are you? I haven't washed my face. Hanna was also still sleeping," asked Kahiyang as she turned to Hanna who was still closed.

Satria did not reply, continuing to pull Kahiyang.

"Why in the lock? How's hanna?" ask Kahiyang again.

"Ssttt .." covered Kahiyang's lips with her index finger, then carried her bridal style to the top of the sofa. Kahiyang surprised.

"Prove that last night wasn't a dream" whispered Satria and kissed Kahiyang on the lips.

"I haven't brushed my teeth. Slovenly," held Satria's chest.

"Not a problem," grabbed the nape, scooped up Kahiyang's full lips.

The morning is overcast and cold, strongly supporting their hot activities. The passion that was buried for so long, made Satria and Kahiyang want to continue to repeat the beautiful sense of unification.

Satria treated Kahiyang so gently. Adored that smooth white body slowly. Kahiyang shuddered, the core of his body was in Satria puja. A twisted tongue and also small kisses turn into ferocious raupan. Kahiyang sighed violently. His hand squeezed Satria's head.

"Bhh ... Mas," Kahiyang moaned. Satria continues to enjoy until the girl of his heart sways at once convulsing.

Kahiyang let go with a loud scream, unconsciously and remembered Hanna who was in the room.

"You are so beautiful" praised Satria, crawling to Kahiyang's upper body. Switch to enjoying the tightened end of the chest.

Kahiyang again let out a soft sound.

Without warning, Satria re-entered Kahiyang. Move his hips, press him deeply.

Kahiyang holds on to the arm of the sofa, making love that she never imagined. Satria is so strong.

"Mas, safety," said Kahiyang. Satria patted her forehead, then grabbed a pack on the table.

Satria resumed her unification. A cloudy morning accompanied by a speck of rain, adds to the intimacy of two humans who are drunk with romance and passion.

The heat struggle ended with a bath together. Kahiyang continued to laugh at Satria's joke. The perverted widower continued to tickle Kahiyang's plain waist and hugged her.

They were really just taking a shower together. Satria decided to have breakfast in the room only. The three of them will fly to London.

"Papa ..." whine Hanna, rubbing her eyes, came out of the room. Satria who was laying her head on Kahiyang's lap, spontaneously woke up. And also Kahiyang. They didn't want Hanna to see the affection. It's not time for Hanna to know. Her little daughter took a little longer to treat her heart.

"Hanna want what breakfast? Brother bribe?" ask Kahiyang, take Hanna.

"Hanna wants breakfast chocolate jam bread," he replied, pointing chocolate jam on the tray.

"okay ... Sit down sweet, and wait for the bread?" sit Hanna beside Satria and then move, making breakfast menu as Hanna wishes.

Satria accompanied Hanna while waiting for Kahiyang to finish making chocolate jam bread.

"Today we're going to London, aren't we, Papa?" ask Hanna.

"Yes dear. We're going to London" replied Satria, kissing the top of her daughter's head in her lap. Kahiyang smiled happily at Hanna and Satria's words.

"The bread is ready .." said Kahiyang, carrying a plate of chocolate jam bread.

"Papa also wants to be bribed," whined Satria.

"Papa's grown up" said Hanna.

"But Papa would too. Papa's hungry, Papa's been exercising this morning. Papa's stomach is empty" said Satria, winking at Kahiyang.

Kahiyang immediately put in a large piece of bread, so that the man's mouth did not carelessly speak in front of Hanna.

"Sports? With sister?" hanna asked, confused.

Satria nodded, while Kahiyang shook his head.

"Which one is right?" ask Hanna again.

"Yes,"

"No,"

Kahiyang and Satria's answer was different.

Hanna probed Satria and Kahiyang's faces alternately. "Here you go, Hanna will take a bath" he said, then walked into the bathroom.

"The roots aren't over yet, baby," said Satria.

"For Papa, Hanna is full," cried Hanna from within.

"You are, Mas. Why say sports," said Kahiyang.

"The reality is so, right? We're doing morning sports. Sweating and then bathing together," said Satria, getting her lips closer to Kahiyang's ear.

"Bg ... Don't fuck!" keep away the body of Satria who was about to embrace him.

"Only with you," came back closer, and was able to hug Kahiyang tightly. Landing small kisses on the left cheek.

Treated sweetly like that, Kahiyang resigned and accepted only. It feels really happy. Two very colorful days. Kahiyang has never felt that happy, even though his path with Satria is still long. His struggle to maintain a relationship with a handsome widower, has not yet begun.

With the status of one-child widower and having a complicated story with his ex-wife and also his affair first, it will be very difficult.

Satria clasped tightly onto Kahiyang's hand, while Hanna sat sweetly on the troly she was pushing. The three of them are already at the airport, about to fly to London.

The afternoon flight was quite bright, as bright as the faces of Satria, Kahiyang and Hanna. It's an impossible coincidence. In a limited time, Satria gets one ticket for Kahiyang right to her left.

A nonstop flight of one hour and fifteen minutes, filled with friendly touches from Satria. Luckily Hanna did not witness how her father was so flirtatious to Kahiyang. Hanna was fast asleep.

"Sorry, my apartment is not so spacious," Kahiyang told Satria, after opening the door. Hanna fell asleep in a taxi back to her apartment. Satria.

"No problem. It's getting narrower, I like it. We can continue to stick," replied Satria.

"Basic! Just keep crying," he replied and opened the door of his room so that Satria could put Hanna there.

"I take a shower first" said Kahiyang.

"You want to take a shower again?" asked Satria in a seductive tone.

"No! We take a shower in turn. I don't want Hanna to wake up later, hear your perverted words. I know what's on your mind, Mas" Kahiyang said. Satria scratched her back head while grimacing. His mind is easily guessed.

While Kahiyang bathed, Satria went around looking at every room in her lover's apartment. One painting room was enough to make Satria frown.

"Mas .." exclaimed Kahiyang, Satria turned his head. "it turns out you are here. What do you want to eat? Let me make it," he continued.

Satria pointed at one painting that made her wonder. "This painting ... Who's that guy?" ask Satria.

Kahiyang stared at the painting in question. Sketch of a 20 year old boy. His body is facing back. The boy was wearing a hoodie, trousers and sneakers, carrying a backpack. The background of the Eiffel Tower.

"It was .. it was the boy who helped me when I went missing in the Eiffel Tower" answered Kahiyang.

"What??" satria's eyes are round.

"Why, Mas?" Kahiyang was confused by Satria's reaction.

Without warning, Satria pulled Kahiyang's hand, hugging him tightly.

"Mas ... Wh why? What's up?" Kahiyang is getting confused.

"The boy, I .." said Satria.

To be Continued...