Honey Semanis Tubes
MY LOVE HAS CHOSEN YOU
The second floor of the Vintage Cafe where Aksar is now located is indeed designed for those who want tranquility. Located in the Bukit Besar area, the cafe is made as the name implies. Classically themed with dim light and a predominantly white tanned space layout, this cafe is quite popular. Instrumental music slowly.
Most visitors sit alone, just like Aksar tonight. From up here, he looked at the flickering city of Palembang that seemed to glow with color. Aksar sipped black coffee while sniffing the aroma with his eyes closed. His mind recalls the romance that occurred between him and Kinanti.
Sweet, very sweet.
Aksar continued to imagine all the pink on Kinanti's face until her soul grew more turbulent. He believes, Kinanti has a taste like he feels. A burning feeling as if without needing to say, they are bound in love. He could see that from the twinkle of Kinanti's eyes as he looked at her.
Aksar sighed, even after a dozen years, his love never faded for the woman. All the charm of Kinanti is too perfect, do not want to get away until years he was covered up. He returned to his mouth, hoping for a miracle to embrace himself and present Kinanti even in the shadows.
As his eyelids re-opened, he caught the shadow of the woman who had just been present in the mind.
Kinan? Is that you?
He smiled, believing God was embracing him in small miracles.
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Kinanti was driving in the quiet Jalan Jenderal Sudirman. Rows of sweet martabak stalls, herbal medicine depots, and cafes that mushroomed at night became an entertaining sight. His heart is between two choices. Three times he has gone around the same path just to resist the feeling of meeting Aksar.
His mind was suddenly in chaos. Kinanti turned the steering wheel, directing it towards the house of Aksar. He realized this was really a mistake. However, this time desire overcame the clarity of reason. He misses Aksar, misses him like an opium.
Opium to meet more real when remembered a warm kiss that provokes pent-up desire.
His hands began to feel damp as he entered the housing with the iconic several galloping horse statues. He did not even care when the security guard who passed at the gate— asked the house he wanted to go to.
Now, Kinanti was right in front of the gate of the house of Aksar. His mind was in a scuffle between going down to meet the man or not. He cussed on himself who was like a bad woman to meet a man in the middle of the night. He tapped on the steering wheel, still weighing the taste. Common sense and lust returned to war, trying to justify each other's opinions.
The atmosphere of the cafe was not so crowded when Kinanti entered. He climbed the top of the stairs on the second floor of the semi-outdoor cafe. After circulating his gaze looking for an empty table, his gaze cluttered with the figure that had accompanied his dream the past few nights.
Kinanti was still in disbelief and misbehaved, hoping that the figure she saw was the wrong person. He bit the tip of his lips and still hope if it is not a mere imagination.
It turns out that's true, it's real. Kinanti's sad eye bead which implies longing, remains unmoved. Not only was his heart hammered, it was now coupled with a cold sweat of sweat. Carried the atmosphere, Kinanti seemed to be bewitched by the man's charm.
His feet continued to step towards the man who was also staring at him.
Yes, it is not a sin anymore. This is the opium that was thrust upon me. God wants to bring us together to complete our longing.
“Mas Aksar,” greet Kinanti with sparkling face.
Aksar came to Kinanti, held the woman's fingers together, and took her to a wooden chair at the edge of the cafe. The romantic atmosphere is more supportive of their existence because on the second floor there are only them.
Aksar's charm tonight is indeed********Note up to the crown. That night, they were like a young couple who captivated each other.
Kinanti spilled all fret without awkwardly before Aksar.
“You to the beach this weekend?” Aksar again offered opium while stroking the woman's fingers softly.
“But tomorrow is the pre-sale day of your novel, Mas. I have to look at that sales chart every hour and make sure everything goes perfectly.”
“No problem. Precisely that could be the reason Kinan, ‘kan?”
Kinanti smiled, then nodded. He realized that he was playing with fire that illuminated his darkest desires. Then, the two enjoyed the night with equally turbulent hearts.
Without them noticing, a metallic black Land Rover observed their movements from a distance.
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