It Turns out There's Love

79 - SLEEPING

Fariz Erlangga

Zafira Mutia Wibawa's

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The white girl looked so relaxed. Where has the attitude been all this time? if touched, it will be rebellious and resist. As he often did with Ronald. When the lover tries to hug, kiss, always able to be rejected with a thousand reasons. But tonight, while receiving a gentle touch from her husband, that poignancy drifted along with the feeling that was currently flying into the clouds.

The next minute, Fariz fumbled Zafira's right fingers still drooping stiffly on the bed. He managed to get the fingers despite just palpating and not having to look at it because his eyes were still adrift on the pretty face above him. Fariz immediately grabbed the hand and stuck it in the nose. The whole courage seemed to have gathered within the man.

Without any shame or fear, Fariz slowly kissed the girl's hand with her nose while closing both eyelids. Sipping it full of love. Inhaling the long air in the crevices of those fine fingers.

"I want to sleep like this" said the man, sounding softly still with his eyes closed. Zafira only fell silent at the man's wish.

Fariz's hand continued to hold Zafira's fingers, increasingly sticking them to his nose and sipping the fragrant aroma that spread from Zafira's hand with his sense of smell. The activity was done continuously.

After being satisfied, he switched. Now the man began to dare, gently tasting the fine fingers using his lips. At first he only intended to sip the fragrance that spread from the crevices of the taut fingers with his nose. But now his maleness instinct is dribbling to do more. The man began to dare to kiss Zafira's fingers repeatedly with his thin lips.

The girl's heart trembled violently when she felt her husband's chewy lips clench her fingers. Reflex he closed both eyes while grimacing and then exhaled slowly. She also did not understand why she enjoyed her husband's touch so much. His heart felt washed away with the soft touch that the thick-browed man did.

Fortunately Fariz's eyes were still closed so tightly that he did not see Zafira's response which suddenly closed his eyes and grimaced, as Fariz's lips tipped his fingers.

The vibration is there. That feeling is also growing. It grows and grows in the heart of the heart. The rest is just waiting for the time to convince the heart that it is love is not ordinary. If the heart has believed in all tastes, then at the end of the waiting will be completed with the revelation of love from the lips of the girl to her man.

Zafira did not want to misinterpret all the feelings that are now growing towards Fariz. And he also did not want to rush to draw a conclusion that at this time he had fallen in love with his best friend. She was convinced by her feelings that she had fallen in love with Fariz, if her heart spoke, followed by her lips saying love to her husband. But until this moment, the word love has not slid from his lips. That means he is not yet fully convinced by his feelings for Fariz. Is it really love or just love for friends?

But one thing he can't deny. After two days of marriage with his best friend, the vibe in his heart grew more and more tempestuous every time he came into contact with Fariz. Things were different when he was still friendly with the man. He was used to touching even Fariz but it felt ordinary. Unlike at this moment, his heart trembled in an indeterminate direction making his mouth muddle, losing a thousand words.

Fariz continued to kiss and kissed the fingers with his eyes closed. The rumbling sound on his chest did not stop his action. He still did not dare to open his eyes. He didn't want to open his eyes, but it was just a dream. If this was indeed a dream, he did not want to wake up immediately from his sleep.

Tonight without a thread, he could grasp, smell, and freely kiss Zafira's fingers. Something that was rare and unimaginable all this time in his mind.

"Jarimu smells so good" he said still with a gesture of fondling Zafira's hand.

"Fariz. Lower your head from my thighs" Zafira's pinta sounded soft.

The girl's thigh was amused by the friction of Fariz's head that kept moving as she rubbed Zafira's fingers into the nose, onto the cheeks even to the man's lips.

Zafira moved his thighs, trying to lower Fariz's head from above his thigh. But Fariz did not just want to escape from the lap of the beautiful girl. It's good to lower his head. Troubled for decades, waiting for this moment to arrive, as if the girl was willing to give up so quickly. If it stuck to that thigh once, Fariz wouldn't let his head get off it that easily. It turns out Fariz can be selfish too. His selfish nature as a man just appeared when it comes to matters of romance with Zafira. That's how.

The man seemed to be paying attention to his ears and pretending not to listen to what Zafira had just said. The man was swept away in his own pleasure. Continue to stick Zafira's fingers on the cheeks and then kiss her while closing her eyes permeating the warmth flowing from the long-haired girl's fingers.

Actually Zafira wanted to stop Fariz's actions but his heart demanded "Don't". I don't know, why can't Zafira refuse? He voluntarily let the man lie on his thighs while continuing to make touches that kept on unsettling his heart. Where did the anger go? Why was he silent when the man was playing on his thighs, fingers and face? No one can answer. Zafira is still confused by her own feelings. A feeling that continued to linger and increasingly stifled his chest cavity. Wander, you think. When at the end of the road, you find a beautiful and shady place, then you will definitely take shelter and stop there forever.

Until finally, in the next few minutes, the fragrance that spread from the crevices of the taper fingers made Fariz's eyes become very sleepy. It seemed like there was already a palanquin in the girl's hand that made her so sleepy so quickly.

"I want to sleep" said the thin-lipped man still with a finger of Zafira on his lips. But this time, his movements seemed to slow down.

"Fariz, sleep right. Don't be like this" said Zafira shaking her thigh, trying to wake her husband.

Fariz did not answer. His eyes are tightly closed. He didn't want to run from that lap. His heart felt peaceful and calm on the warm pillow. And his body was as if attached to a nail attached there.

Until the next five minutes, Fariz was completely motionless. Either sleeping, either fainted from being too surprised and happy.

Zafira looked down at the closed face. Apparently Fariz had actually fallen asleep on his lap. Zafira knew that the man really enjoyed being in his lap and he didn't want to wake him up.

"Fariz?" called Zafira as she patted her husband's cheek twice in a row.

There is no movement. Fariz's sleeping position was very cute in Zafira's eyes. His hand still clasped Zafira's fingers and kissed her on the lips. Suddenly the girl drew a smile that had vanished. From then on, he couldn't smile. Never smile, even say a word he feels unable, because of the nervous feeling that is afflicting him. The reason he smiled this time was because he saw Fariz's sleeping position which he thought was like a child hugging a doll and then falling asleep.

"You're so funny. Sleep still holding my hand. Fariz, are you afraid of losing me? I promise, I won't leave you. I will try to love you as you love me. Just give me time to really be able to repay all your feelings and sincerely accept our marriage. Hopefully you can understand and not force me" he said slowly, staring meaningfully at the handsome face.

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