High Voltage Love's
Ep 18's. New Life
The sunlight pierced through the curtains dangling behind the window. The morning was still in the winter getting colder. The leaves now no longer appear perched on the branches of wood trees. They decayed and are now lost to rot on the ground, mixing with other materials, giving the tree new life someday.
Patricia opened the window curtain of her room. The morning sun was shining right on the face that was still sleeping that morning under the blanket. The man scrunched his eyes, then turned to the other side while sinking his head behind a padded pillow.
“Build, Honey! It's been almost 10 a.m.,” Patricia said gently to her husband.
“Hmm ...,” Ridho just let out a small sigh behind his pillow cover.
Patricia chuckles at her husband's funny behavior. The first time I saw Ridho was like this. After they finished the congregational dawn prayer earlier, the two were indeed involved in a hot struggle again. Of course, because it has been a long time since the departure of his late wife, the man is like finding his spring with Patricia who he did not suspect was still a virgin. He thinks Patricia is like any other Western girl stuck in a free society and they can do whatever they want. But Patricia is not, she is a dream woman, her life is free, but she channeled it into her hobby. The woman loved to travel, while looking at the fashion world that then inspired her in her design drawings.
Her dream has not materialized because she is in love with an attractive innocent man. Maybe he should restart his dream puzzle with Ridho starting today. He hopes nothing strange happens to his family. Although he does not know where his brother is now who often do strange things. She just hopes her sister is okay.
Patricia tried to pull the pillow that covered her husband's face. Ridho pulls his blanket when Patricia manages to take his pillow.
“Honey!” Patricia began to get upset that the attempt to wake the man had not come to fruition either.
Ridho opened his eyes, staring intently at his wife who was also staring at him.
“You angry?” ask Patricia doubtfully.
Instead of answering the question, Ridho pulled his wife's body into his arms and held her tightly. Their noses touch each other, making the breath feel warm despite having to scramble for air. Patricia drowned her face in the recess of her husband's neck, feeling a new fragrance in her present life.
“It's cold outside, so I want to cuddle up!” said Ridho slowly intensified his embrace.
“But Ferdian and Ajeng are leaving, are you unwilling to say goodbye to them?” patricia.
Ridho immediately woke up, he forgot that his best friend was still there. Immediately, he pulled Patricia and brought her into the bathroom.
“I've had a shower!” shouting Patricia.
“Bow me then!” said Ridho teasing her while smiling with a grin.
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The Bocchi Family's residence is tidy today. None of the items looked messy, not even the former fights the men in the hallway downstairs. Ferdian and Ajeng, as well as Damian brought their own suitcases. Damian will return to Indonesia, while Ferdian and his wife will probably go to Switzerland, after they change their 2nd honeymoon from the UK.
While Patricia and Ridho are still confused about where they are going after this. So they will temporarily delay their departure from London.
Ridho and Patricia had just returned from the airport after delivering their best friend and boss that afternoon. Patricia takes Ridho on a tour of London, one of the modern old towns full of royal ambiance. Patricia drove his car through Westminster, the seat of British rule. See Buckingham Palace, the palace that is the residence of Queen Elizabeth 2 who still serves as the Queen of England. Then down the street past Bigben, the magnificent London Eye, and of course Westminster Palace. The wide and clear Thames River, glittering, reflects sunlight from the sky. Ridho looked to the side of his window, letting the wind blow his face. His heart was amazed to see this beautiful city of London, not expecting that he could set foot on the ground whose history he often studied on campus. Patricia drove across the Westminster bridge, from where they could see the beautiful government buildings in the classic Gothic style against the background of a clean blue sky.
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
My fair lady
Build it up with wood and clay
Wood and clay, wood and clay
Build it up with wood and clay
My fair lady
Wood and clay will wash away
Wash away, wash away
Wood and clay will wash away
My fair lady
Patricia sings a classic song that is usually sung by children in her mediocre voice, when she takes her car through London Bridge. Ridho sang the song with his beautiful voice.
“Your voice is good too!” puji Patricia's.
“I like to sing, but more berahala if this voice is used to teach,” replied Ridho, then turned to his right.
“That bridge what is its name?” asked Ridho when he saw an iconic bridge that was sturdy with two towers on it.
“That Tower Bridge!” answer Patricia.
“Ah, apparently. I thought that was London Bridge!” Ridho.
“Indeed people are often mistaken, because Tower Bridge is so iconic, while the song London Bridge is falling down so famous.”
The afternoon wind just got colder. Ridho tightened the scarf around his neck and closed all the buttons of his coat. Old buildings in England are dominated by a gothic style that is quite terrible. The building is increasingly visible age, such as old churches and fortresses and palaces. This medieval building in Europe still stands.
“You've heard the story of Anne Boleyn?” ask Patricia.
“Yes, that headless female ghost isn't it?”
“Ahah, well this is the castle. The Tower of London, a medieval royal palace, was the site of the execution of traitors. That said, many screams were heard from this palace. The ghost of Anne Boleyn can also be seen if we walk around this complex,” Patricia explained when her car crossed a palace complex surrounded by old fort.
“You've been here?”
“I never, too scary, Haha!”
“Is this building used. Looks like it's been restored and neat once?” ask Ridho.
“This old building is indeed used to store a collection of royal crowns, gems, gold and valuables that are indeed opened to the public. From there, many visitors heard the sounds of terrible screams.”
“You want to try logging in?” tawar Ridho is increasingly curious.
“Ah no, I don't want!” patricia protests.
Ridho laughed at the expression on his frightened wife's face.
“Why be afraid? We have God. God created supernatural beings like the jinn and angels, they are both creatures of God. Faith that will defeat that fear.”
“Yes I also understand, but it is better that I never come into contact with such things,” said Patricia who is now tightening her car.
“We go home now?” patricia asked after they finished the Maghrib prayer at the London Muslim Center located in Whitechapel.
“As far as you go,” said Ridho fixing his wife's hijab.
“We buy kebabs first huh?” pinta the pointy-nosed woman.
“You like kebabs?” ask Ridho.
“Ya, since Namira introduced it, I have been buying here more and more.”
Ridho was stunned when Patricia mentioned the name of his late wife. Ridho only gave a small smile after that, then agreed to his request.
Both enjoy kebabs containing sliced mutton and West Asian spices in the car only. The air outside is very cold. Smoke billowed from the delicious kebab, accompanied by a glass of coffee, both spent the dinner menu.
“You are not tired all day driving until this late?” ask Ridho.
“No, I'm used to it. I'm rarely at home, because I like to walk around like this. After converting to Islam, I usually go to visit the mosque from one region to another and look for a new brother there.”
Ridho smiled radiantly. I did not expect this woman to be so happy to travel.
“I can replace you to drive home,” said Ridho.
“Ah really?”
“I used to take your brother's car home from London to Barnet, but it's daytime!”
“Nah, stop! Let me just keep going!” patricia said then turned on her car engine and headed back to her residence.
Patricia and Ridho had just arrived that night at the Bocchi Family residence. The atmosphere of the mansion was so quiet since the party finished yesterday, like there were no inhabitants. Despite the sight of several bodyguards standing at the entrances, and some servants still walked from room to room to tidy up the furniture. Still, the mansion had no warmth in it.
“What in your house is no ghost?” ridho asked as he and Patricia climbed the circular staircase towards the second floor.
“I've never seen it,” replied Patricia.
“The atmosphere of this house is so cold and empty, you have to chant a lot of Quranic verses here,” said Ridho.
“So yes?”
“Yes, the Quran will give warmth and light to every house that is often recited holy verse. Because God blessed the house and sent angels to protect it.”
“But I'm still learning, you have to teach me huh?!” patricia.
“Of course, Lady Beautiful!”
Ridho pulled his wife's arm and headed straight for his room. It seems that Patricia's bedroom door has been fixed, because it is closed tightly and perfectly, after Ridho damaged it yesterday.
Ridho sat down beside the bed, then pulled his wife's body to sit on his lap facing his face.
“You don't want to sleep in my room?” tanya Patricia cupped her husband's cheek.
“Same is not it?”
“No, it's warmer there. The mattress is softer and softer, the bathroom is wider. Would you like to try it?” patricia asked slightly playing her finger on the husband's neck.
“Do you tease me?”
Patricia grinned full of intrigue. The woman immediately moved and pulled the collar of her husband, then put her lips on her husband's lips. Then he left her and went to her room.
Ridho shook his head, followed Patricia into the room. But he forgot, he had to bring all the stuff in his room and put it in his wife's room now.
Patricia was opening her hijab when her husband entered the room. While Ridho put all his stuff near the closet. The man dropped his body on the bed. Patricia is right, the mattress is more comfortable and soft. His blanket was thicker and softer, it seemed like he wanted to go straight to sleep. Ridho was also closed.
A soft touch feels laughable and evocative as it gets longer and further down. Patricia was unbuttoning her husband's shirt, because the man had suddenly fallen asleep. Ridho awoke when one of the lowest buttons had not been opened by his wife. Patricia was surprised.
“You're a hobby once to open my shirt huh?” said Ridho who now opens his own clothes, showing the curves of his upper body muscles.
“Salah herself, you always fall asleep suddenly without changing your clothes first,” Patricia said putting on her pouting expression and turning her gaze in the other direction.
"You like my body, huh?" Ridho teased his wife who looked upset.
The woman was still looking in the other direction.
“You're angry, Honey?” Ridho tried to pull his wife's chin.
“No, I'm just pissed!”
“Why upset?”
“Because you slept first!” said ketus.
Ridho chuckled at his wife's tone. The man hugged his wife's body from behind, then put his chin on the wife's open shoulder, because Patricia had changed her clothes with an open-sleeved nightgown.
“You want what?” tanya Ridho attempts to fish, though she knows Patricia may want another warm night. He just wanted to know how aggressive his wife was.
Patricia only let out a small sigh, then turned her body to the body of her husband who was bare-chested, playing his wiggly finger over the chest of her husband's field. “You pretended not to know, or you just lured me?”
Ridho chuckled back. The woman in front of him was so seductive because the perfume on his body smelled. Moreover, it seemed that Patricia had gotten a little makeup on her face. Ridho kissed the back of his wife's hand while glancing at her eyes.
"You want to play with me tonight?"
Patricia could no longer hold back her feelings, her face was blushing let alone being stared at as sharply and warmly as that by her husband. He smiled blushing. Ridho returned his smile.
“Then we start this game!”
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