I'm Not an Actor

You don't know him?

After we finished shopping and took a short walk, we went home to Yoga.

I never thought that Yoga had prepared a welcome event.

As always, Yoga works together with Andi mas and Tari. There is also a father and his father Yoga.

I am so happy that Yoga treats me so very special.

Yoga has also prepared a small playground in his house.

I have visited this house. But just get to the living room.

Now I know that this house is big enough. There are four rooms there.

Kata Yoga, once the largest room occupied by both parents.

The room in front of her is Yoga. One more guest room, and the very back is the maid room.

But since both of his parents died, only the Yoga room was occupied. The other three rooms are empty.

Yoga sent the maid home. Actually it is not Yoga who want, but the maid who has been coming since Yoga was small, ask to go home because she is old.

If you want Yoga, let's accompany and wait for the almost uninhabited house.

I became a stranger. Walk around looking at the house. Accompanied Yoga.

"We'll just use my room, okay? Mom and Dad's room is bigger. But I was lazy to get rid of their stuff" Yoga said as I looked around the house.

"As far as you are, Ga."

Yoga opened his room and showed it to me. It's still a lot bigger than my room.

Yoga arranged her room neatly. I don't know if it's like this or because I want to stay in this room too.

After looking through all the rooms including the spacious backyard, I returned to the living room.

Oma was talking to mom and dad. Diamonds ran to and fro accompanied by Andi and Tari.

After tired of playing, Diamonds started to fuss.

Mom's approaching. My son is hungry. In fact, in the mall he had eaten a lot, ranging from ice cream to pudding and bread.

We finally ate together. Dance has ordered food for all of us.

I helped Tari prepare lunch served at a fairly large dining table.

We ate while we continued to talk. Especially if she is so familiar with my mother. They become like brothers.

Age far above mother. But his vast knowledge was able to keep up with our chatter.

Oma lives in the mountains. The place where the word plantation dance belongs to the Yoga parents is located.

I dare not ask about that. Because I think someday I'll know too.

Tonight Ima was going to stay for a few days at the Yoga house. Because the age of the oma is old enough, it is not possible to travel far. But Dance forbids it.

"Oma stay at the house Dance only. If here will disturb the newlyweds" pinta Dari on oma.

With all persuasion, finally oma canceled the plan to stay at home Yoga.

Be the night I stay alone with Yoga in this great house.

"Even, huh, Ga?"

"They give us a chance. How many days have we been married. No attack yet."

I threw the couch cushion towards Yoga. I don't think about it, even Yoga is still alive.

"Wid. It's weird that we're making out?" ask Yoga.

"It's weird too, Ga. We have been friends for a long time. Know-how to be husband and wife."

"I've been thinking about that for a few days too. But the truth is you're already my wife."

"Guid."

I'm turning. Yoga pulled my hand closer. I shifted my seat.

"What?"

"Would you do it with me?"

Strange question from a husband who was a close friend.

I'm nodding. Then Yoga grabbed my body and started the game.

My eyes began to shroud in mist as Yoga continued to fondle me. I started getting carried away and playing Yoga.

From the way Yoga made fun of me and started the game, I felt it was not the first for Yoga.

Even though I don't mind that, because I'm no longer a virgin girl. But there was a question stuck in my head.

Who was the woman who was touched by Yoga. Yoga has never been married. Is that Irene? Or Lidya?

I nodded but could no longer walk. Yoga lifted my body into the room.

"Down me, Ga. I'll fall down."

"No going. I am strong. Your body is small."

Yoga kept lifting me up to my room. And Yoga laid me on the new bed I touched once.

With movements like a reliable player, Yoga continues to lead the battle. I battered it all out.

Although it seemed strange at first, but the way Yoga treated me made me throw away the strange taste.

And that's what should have happened. We attack each other. Interlocked. And finally both sprawled.

When we were able to breathe normally again, I asked Yoga.

"Ga, you're such a pinter."

"What time?"

I'm nodding. I would love to hear the answer to Yoga. An honest answer.

Not to judge, just to want to know.

"My teacher taught me success."

I was very surprised by the answer to Yoga. How could something like this have a teacher?

If you're just studying the anatomy of the human body, I understand. Many school children, especially those in the IPA major class, learn it.

But what about his movements? I once knew the term kamasutra. But does yoga have its own teachers?

"Teacher?"

"Yes. Private instead."

I'm getting dumbfounded.

"Seriously you, Ga?"

"Yes, seriously" Yoga says.

I'm still silent, I can't believe what Yoga says.

"Well you see who my teacher is?"

I'm nodding. There's a real doubt. But my sense of kepoku is more powerful.

Yoga took his phone. Then he opened his gallery. I just keep watching.

Is it possible that Yoga will tell the face of his private teacher?

What if she's a girl? Am I capable of seeing it?

But if he were a man, it would be even more dangerous. Yoga is normal.

"Where?"

I can't wait to see it.

"Patience."

The Yoga gallery contains most of our wedding photos and Diamonds.

"Patience, right?"

"Ih, just click on search is it hard anyway?" I'm really impatient.

Yoga closed the gallery.

"Kok is closed anyway?" ask me with annoyance.

"Yesterday my phone was used by Tari to take pictures of us. So I deleted everything first."

"Continue?"

Suddenly Yoga opened Youtube and typed a single title. And there are kamasutra scenes.

"What the hell is that?"

"Well, what do you think?"

"If that's what you were looking for in the gallery?"

"Because I downloaded it and stored it in the gallery."

The natureak! I think real teachers. It turns out the teacher's youtube.

"A cheap teacher, right? Just a quota of capital." Yoga is laughing.