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HUMOUROUSLY

Kinanti pampit out of town under the pretext of going to distribute the novel in the book agency. He also reasoned to attend a training held by the Indonesian Publishers Association.

Kinanti called Surya to tell him, but up to several times, the phone was not picked up. He ordered a taxi to pick her up from home. Kinanti stopped at a stop, continuing on towards the house of Aksar by ojek. From the ojek, he stopped twenty meters further from the house of Aksar. He doesn't want anyone sniffing his tracks.

The ice cream lady smiled wryly laughing at her expertise in blurring the trail that suddenly increased drastically.

Aksar was heating the car's engine when Kinanti arrived. The sparkling eyes with a bated smile caught clearly on the man's netra.

After all the stuff is arranged in the trunk, the car slides down the road.

The journey takes quite a long time, about more than four hours splitting the Kayuagung–Lampung Toll Road. Aksar once stopped at refueling, then gave Kinanti the opportunity to go to the bathroom and buy a small meal.

Every now and then Kinanti scans around, trying to anticipate from people she might know. Fortunately, Aksar's SUV car is exactly the same as the husband's so that passing by does not cause suspicion if only passed by someone he knows.

Aksar tunes the music player on the dashboard. Not long after, the chants of songs from the band Naff were heard accompanying their journey.

“Mas likes Naff too?” Kinanti glanced at Aksar. The man hummed following the lyrics of the song playing.

“Then, I didn't like. But, because Kinan likes the songs Naff, Celine Dion, Tony Braxton, long time I also like everything.” Aksar was still staring straight behind the wheel, occasionally glancing at the woman beside him.

Kinanti himself still could not believe that Aksar liked him that deeply.

My love has chosen

You to love me have

I want you to understand

True love never dies, it lasts forever.

The two sang the song together. Aksar unceasingly kissed the back of Kinanti's hand as the opportunity came.

The Mandiri Beach Club located on the west coast of Lampung is the choice of Aksar for a vacation. Not without reason he chose that place. In addition to being located quite far from the crowd, the resort is also visited by more foreign tourists because of its high waves.

The hotel staff took them to one of the huts at the very end. Along the way to the location, the view of Kinanti can not be separated from the pounding waves towering. Some foreign tourists were surfing, dancing with the waves.

A sweet smile never leaves her lips. It was a sight in itself for Aksar.

After placing the bag carelessly at the entrance, Kinanti ran towards the shore. The abandonment of Aksar who walked behind.

“Aaa ..!” shouting Kinanti. It seemed to want to release all the burdens that stifled the chest. Stretched both hands to more freely enjoy the sea breeze. He opened the denim jacket he wore along the way, leaving a white sleeveless coat combined with a floral beach skirt.

Aksar followed and stood behind Kinanti who was closing her eyes enjoying the charm of Mandiri Beach. He was bare-chested and only wore short white pants on his knees. Kinanti was quite flabbergasted by the number of tattoos that adorned the chest of the Aksar. Manly and domineering impressions were clearly visible in his body's gestures.

Aksar caught both hands of Kinanti still stretched out. Now, there is no doubt in the sturdy man. He believes, Kinanti's heart has been anchored to the dock of his love.

Different from the Kinanti. He still held a hint of doubt as Aksar hugged him from behind. He unraveled the knot of the man's embrace, then tried to keep his distance. He stayed away from Aksar before the wild side took control. When he was about to walk to the beach, he was surprised and turned his head for a moment.

Aksar pulled his ponytail until his hair broke loose and waved in the wind.

“I prefer to see Kinan with hair like this. More beautiful and graceful,” said Aksar honestly and a little seduce.

“Mas Aksar gombal, ihhh.” Kinanti ran away from the man.

“Mas, I can't swim!” Kinanti exclaimed as the field-breasted man carried him deeper into the seawater to the depths reaching the waist.

“No papa, don't worry. There I take care of Kinan,”, said Aksar who was behind Kinanti. The occasional burst of waves swept over and drowned them.

Kinanti panicked a little as she bobbed on the surface. “Mas Aksaaar!” He screamed while laughing. His hand held even stronger on Aksar's arm.

“No papa, I hold you. Kinan relax aja,” Aksar said soothing.

Kinanti was still on Aksar's side, trying to pull over to the shoreline. Suddenly a higher wave rolled the two of them. Kinanti panicked until the handle was released. Sigap Aksar hugged Kinanti from behind, holding back the pounding waves.

After the sea waves subside, now the waves of desire present tempestuous.

Kinanti blinked, turning to look at the shady eyes of the tattooed man. Like a drum that is pounded, so does its heart. Their foreheads clashed with gazes that were no longer distant.

Slowly, Aksar grabbed onto the nape of Kinanti and rubbed her gently. Time seemed to slow down, even stopped spinning. A moment of silence was created between them. In the next second, no matter who started first, their lips were already clenched together, clenching each other to share a taste.

So sweet and warm, running every niche of the heart with a breath that does not stop.

Flower blooms in the courtyard of the hearts of Kinanti. Especially when Aksar doused it with thousands of words of love hit the atma.

“Kinan ...,” sigh Aksar with a hoarse voice. Dibelanya both cheeks of women pujanya who have increasingly blushing.

“Mas Aksar ..” Kinanti groaned without regard for the cold water that pooled between them. He again felt the warmth of love that had once been felt in the early days of marriage. In fact, the sensation of butterfly effect in tummy again came and managed to wake up the wild side that had been struggling.

A cup of wine didn't seem to quench long enough of pent-up thirst. Sweep warm breath back together transformed like opium. So thick, close, without bulkhead.

Aksar was present like a drug that melenakan, intoxicating, and bring him to fly into the sky.

For both, the world just revolves around them. The romantically-drunk lovebirds were unaware that dozens of their friendly images had been taken from a distance by a smiling figure full of grin.

***

“Well, it sees God is on my side.” Mira sneered at the moment when Kinanti and Aksar were making out.

In a white bikini, he still observed the two from a distance. His heart cheered with excitement because by chance he could meet Aksar and Kinanti in this place.

Mira is still scrolling through the photos in her phone gallery. He sorted through photos that he found quite challenging. There was a hot feeling running through the heart of that bob-haired woman. Even though he is now with the man he likes, there is still a sense of trace of Aksar's closeness with his rival.

“What do you mean, Darl?” said the man beside Mira. A WNA who dated her the last few months.

“Nothing. Just want a surprise to a temen,” said Mira in English.

The sneaky grin is still on Mira's lips. Seen a blue tick from his Whatsapp chat with a friend. He could not wait for the photos to change shape in colored sheets of paper.

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