IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Spend the Night

It seems that this time it is not only Dian who is pregnant. But I am too.

I began to feel the intense feelings that I had been trying so hard to shake.

Coupled with the small touches that Dian gave. I think this desire is starting to fade.

We were sitting on the balcony of the hotel room. The room we occupied right facing the destination on jl. Malioboro incense. We are on the 6th floor. You can see the night view below clearly.

This time the sky is clear, so we can combine love under a clear sky. With the light of Malioboro street lights that radiate. Downstream of the tourists. Although this is not a weekend, but the Malioboro area is still crowded.

On Dian's shoulder I leaned. With a soft shroud from his hand that made my eyes look faint.

"may I say something? " said.

"about? " ask me.

"about everyone else, Johan"

Momentary silence. I did not expect, on our happy day he still remembers his rival.

"if you still don't want to hear his name. I'm not going to continue" he continued.

"let's say it"

"i never thought of him as a competitor.

It's true that I was angry with him. But he was also once a close friend of mine.

Now we have found our way. And he's been trying to accept all this.

Would it be fair, if we still excommunicate him in his downturn. In the midst of our happiness?

Are you still very angry and disappointed in him.

What if I invite him tomorrow. Do you mind? "

Then I thought about asking Dian the same question.

"before I answer about Jo's brother. I also want to ask you something. What can? " now I dare to play his fingers.

"ehemp. Just ask? " answered briefly.

"after what happened in Pesantren earlier, how did you feel about going to ummi? " i still hold her hand tightly. I was afraid, afraid if I said it wrong then the emotion exploded instantly.

"okay. Who will answer first? " said Dian flat.

"let me first" because he's willing to get the same question. Then I must be ready to answer.

And again, I remember what my mother said. What Dian said. Also my little memory that often remembers everything about the goodness of Brother Jo. A memory that remembers how he used to be my hero. Being my biggest fan.

"it is difficult to discuss a taste, as difficult as it is to remove the memory in the head.

But what you said is true. What Mom said was also true at the time.

Maybe forgiving is better. But for a new relationship, I can't be sure.

I can't keep forcing others to act like me. Because you know him. My family knows him too. Inevitably I should be ready to stare at his presence again.

But there will be distance. Give me some time, don't ask me to do more than this" we looked back at each other.

Now we lay our bodies on the balcony terrace. Face to face. With him still gluing, eroding the distance between our bodies. His hand still held tightly to my waist.

As for me, my courage to touch her face increased. The face that always looms over me. In real life my dreams too.

Now that face is really in front of me. I can even touch her. Plays his eyes, his nose, his lips. It feels like ituuuuuuuu, something really.

Loving someone who is halal, is this how it feels?

"okay. Doesn't matter if he comes tomorrow?" Dian repeated the core question.

"ehemp, no problem. But don't ever give her a chance to be alone with me" ask me to come back.

"where might I let that happen. We're mine" Dian brought her face closer.

Now we talk to each other with faces. A body that is crammed. Even we could feel each other's blood rushing through our bodies. I can feel my heartbeat. Also any airflow that comes out of the nose.

Then his hand turned to catch my face. Hold my head to stay that way.

It's like my heart

dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug

"don't avoid. Don'tgo. We enjoy each of these murmurs together.

Let's remember, we go back to our childhood. The time before all the chaos between us happened. The time before you hit another man besides me. You want? " he asked me to reminisce.

I nodded my head.

"we close our eyes on count 3.

one

two

three"

Silent. We are both exploring the past. The ones who accidentally led us to the present.

we opened each other's eyes. Smile alike. Before my lips closed again, he was already******my lips. With a very fast rhythm. The breath that hunts. And the hand movements that started touching my other limbs.

My reflexes were able to compensate for Dian's movements. Without rejection by the touches he gives.

Our breath was both roaring.

And again, we rolled back on the floor.

Until then I remembered the incident this afternoon, fell out of bed. It's not funny if we have to fall off the 6th floor balcony.

But Dian was still very excited about what he was doing. I had to bite the tip of his tongue. Instantly he sighed short.

"awh"

"sorry sorry" I put on the face as blank as possible. Afraid of getting angry because he had to stop at a time of high turbulence.

"again his favors too" he looked upset and sat down.

"but here we are on the balcony terrace. It's not funny to fall both of them from the 6th floor" I quickly told him to come to his senses.

"astaghfirullah" he rubbed a glance at his face.

He stood up and pulled my hand to follow him.

"we're in. It's been too late. The night wind can make the wind, not good"

We got into bed, Dian started turning on the television. I am still in a sitting position. While he fell asleep by making my thighs as a pillow.

"want to see what? " ask her.

"whatever la. I never watch television"

"okay. Watch 21+ movies? "

Huh, that kind of offer? Don't tell me he's luring, so it happens tonight.

"awh, insult those eyes"

Dian laughed chuckling at my answer.

"yes already. We make our own films. It's kosher" he turned his face towards me.

I just pursed my lips. How many times will I have to be reworked if I'm not ready for the moment.

"cup" kiss a glance Dian gave on my lips that were pursed.

"yes-yes. Don't have to be that manyun. Get some sleep, get some energy for tomorrow morning" he started pulling the blanket and closing it on our bodies.

"can you sleep... bed the same as me gini? " ask Dian.

It feels like something is piercing. But it can not be denied, this is just a name. I don't know if I can sleep or not.

"we're going out first, ok.

I won't make you make little children.

We enjoy this process of closeness. Until we're both comfortable to do all these things"

he pulled me to line up, laid myself in bed.

"if you can't sleep, wake me up. I'm the one who's gonna move to the couch" she put on a smile and kissed my forehead at a glance.

"sleep yeah, good dreams.

I don't dream of meeting the prince. I've met him" he joked and turned his back, turned his back on me.

While I was still silent. Keep on digesting every word he says.

Staring at his back from behind, it felt like there was something strange in my heart. Until I dared to hug her from behind.

At least I slightly offset all of his understanding and sacrifice.

He's really tired? or just pretend?

There's no response whatsoever. He let me hold him from behind. I felt comfortable, warm, and then I fell asleep.

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Dating first ya gays ✌

No need to rush, it could be the lust of 🤭🤣🤣

who can't wait to get their own gas, dewh,

ewh. the same thing that HALAL is certainly yes.

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