JIWO PROMISE

Let's Be Happy

Sleep tight." whispered Jiwo while gently stroking Witri's cheek.

Both of them are equally holding their breath and desire that actually wants to hug each other.

Because they realize that both of them even seem to freeze, they feel afraid to move wrong later.

Jiwo closed his eyes tightly when the desire to kiss the lips ranum in front of his eyes was increasingly pressing his common sense.

Moving unable, then closing his eyes was the only thing he could do right now for self-defense.

Damn it is the imaginary shadow of his tan mesra bagu with Witri even dancing in his perverted imagination tonight.

Semanis what does that lip taste?

Astagfirullah....

I don't know what armed demon tonight is. Istighfar in his heart did not reduce the slightest of his mischievous desires this time.

"Come in." Jiwo asked Witri while keeping his eyes closed. Hopefully when Witri is not in front of his eyes he can more easily relieve the desire to play tonight.

Witri does not know that Jiwo is struggling to hold back at this time. Jiwo's restlessness couldn't hide the man well in front of him this time.

In his heart Witri smiled admiring the persistence of this man against his own desires.

But there was one small corner in his heart felt that he was not that attractive so he could not 'pull' Jiwo to be more intimate with him. Kiss her cheeks as a good night.

Isha! Your brain why the hell, that perverted wit?! his mind was upset with himself.

He stared at the face with his eyes closed in front of him.

Why even more sexy if it brushes?

"I went in" said Witri then after waiting for a few seconds, hoping to see Jiwo open his eyes but it turned out that the man still chose to be closed in front of him.

"Yes." Jiwo replied sounding resigned and a little unwilling.

With a heavy heart Witri opened the door of the room and stepped into his room.

A second later his idle thoughts appeared tickling.

Rushing back he turned around and opened the door...

"YINYA!!!" he shouted in front of Jiwo's face right along with a sigh of relief and the opening of the man's eyes.

"Astagfirullahaladzim!" jiwo exclaimed a step back and stroked his chest repeatedly to relieve his heart pounding surge that increased several times from normal pounding.

Witri laughed heartily at Jiwo's shocked expression which even had glared for a few seconds at the beginning of his surprise earlier.

Especially when he saw Jiwo repeatedly stroking his own chest elus with a stiffened face.

"You are yes.." eram Jiwo while directing his pinch to the cheek of Witri who was still laughing cheerfully. Feeling very successfully surprised Jiwo with his arrogance.

Jiwo stared happily at the carefree laughter of Witri in front of him.

Very visible loose and without load.

"You've been happy all this time?" tanya Jiwo arrived. Witri slowly stopped her laughter as she noticed the soft elucidations on her cheeks. Jiwo's gaze was also no less gentle at this moment.

O God...

"When you're with Mas Hari, are you happy?" jiwo asked again, remaining with a soft rub of his thumb on Witri's cheek. Also her calm and gentle gaze almost melted

Witri was glued for a moment. Not only because of Jiwo's question, but also the repeated touch on his cheek by Jiwo's thumb. His heart was about to fall out because of the very strong pounding vibration on his chest at this moment.

"Dear day is not the same as you?" ask Jiwo again.

Witri's eyes suddenly dewy then become glassy.

The trajectory of all the happy feelings that had been felt and longed for Aksa's father was suddenly crammed in his heart.

"Yes." replied Witri while nodding steadily repeatedly. The tears began to fall and slowly crept into her cheeks.

"Thank God." said Jiwo with a smile. "It is not wrong that you accepted him as your husband at that time even though it was only a short time your soul mate." continued Jiwo with a smile haru.

Honestly Jiwo himself confused to feel how with the reality experienced by Witri with the death of Hari.

Want to be happy with the condition it also feels uncivilized even though in reality it is 'opening' the way to approach back the woman of his puja.

To be sure, in his heart he thanked the late Hari for keeping his promise when he met him first to make Witri happy. The promise the man made when they met accidentally at an airport in Java.

Isakan Witri increasingly unstoppable because suddenly he felt very long for Hari.

Realizing that several pairs of eyes that had just come out of the elevator saw their scene, Jiwo chose to bring Witri through the room door while hugging Witri.

Fuck people want to think what he's doing right now.

The most evil is also the possibility that they are both considered as lovers who are drunk in love and are on fire tonight

He took the woman's head to her chest and let her cry there.

"Do you miss Hari?" ask Jiwo softly. His chin was attached at the top of Witri's head.

Sick? Sure oes. Asking the feelings of the woman we love about other men certainly does not make her comfortable. But Jiwo is also position conscious and condition conscious.

In fact, until now Witri still has the right to miss the figure of her husband. Moreover, her husband was a good figure to her all her life. It's only natural that Witri won't be easy to forget.

"He was calm there. I have to stay happy after her death so that she is happy there too" Witri replied with a heart.

Witri remembers the message of the day before her husband died, if she should continue to be happy, for Aksa's sake as well.

"You're right. You must stay happy because you also have Aksa." said Jiwo while tightening his arms to calm Witri.

Be happy with me, baby. Let me spend the rest of my life with you, we take care of Aksa and her sisters later.

As newly aware of their hugging state, Witri inched slowly to escape from Jiwo's warm embrace.

"Sorry .." said the two along with a misbehaved face.

"Are you okay?" jiwo asked while staring fixedly at Witri's face who immediately looked down embarrassed.

"Because of my embrace?" jiwo asked with a soft face.

"What the hell?!" sumpul Witri tried to hide his embarrassment by throwing his gaze to the side.

"Alhamdulillah if you are comfortable with my embrace" Jiwo said with a teasing smile that became more and more.

"Heeeeiiii....! You don't GR ya!" witri replied with a small laugh. At this moment it felt like tiny and lively flowers were blooming in his heart.

Why this anyway?

"That's actually you laughing. Cute guy hugged?" ledek Jiwo again while pointing at Witri's face.

"So!" tampik Witri while patting Jiwo's index finger from the front of his face.

"Mistakenly?"

"Wrong!"

"Wrong for just a minute?"

"Ih! Bummer!" sahut Witri with pursed lips and irritated eyes.

"His lips are not so." said Jiwo in a fretful tone like he was about to cry.

"Why?" witri asked still with her bad lips.

"Resert." replied Jiwo while grimacing misbehavior.

Witri hurried to close her lips. Putting deeply in both lips into the mouth.

Why are his lips so unsettling? There-there's aja.

Yes even though his friends said his lips did fall into the category of kissable lips anyway...

"How does the story of lips get unsettling?" kekeh Witri tries to relax the atmosphere even with a pounding heart.

"Yes, you can. Because his lips are kissable." said Jiwo with a small smile and looking friendly towards Witri.

Oh... God ...do not try yes you, Wo.do not try-try.

He knew for sure how thin his current self-defense was.

He was sure, just a little Jiwo acted, it could be ascertained that his self defense had been exhausted this instant as well.

Unfortunately Jiwo could not hear the warning he had just uttered so loudly in his heart.

The man is now gently stroking his cheek. Very mellow.

"I kissed her first time, right? That time?" jiwo asked as he stroked his cheek again. Her own memory had already retreated to a few dozen years ago, when she kissed the smooth cheeks of teenage Witri. Became the girl's first kisser.

Want to know the current state of Witri's heart when you hear that question?

Witri felt a huge wave as if crashing through his entire heart.

Waves that feel warm in the heart but also feel the pain of longing.

A huge wave of longing that could shed all the feelings of sadness in him.

Her memory goes back to the age of a dozen years ago, when she for the first time felt a kiss of a pair of warm lips on her cheek.

He suddenly felt missed at the time. Also on that figure.

The figure of a young man who used to tend to be shy, but now can be so confident standing in front of him as an adult man with the same love for him.

"I've lost you and I have to let you go. I'm grateful you're with Mas Hari. I believe you were loved very well by him." Jiwo held his breath for a moment.

"If fate had written you had to live with him forever, I would have let it go because I knew you were in the hands of the right man. At least I know you'll be happy with her" Jiwo said as he crept his fingers to the side of Witri's head.

Witri felt there was sincerity as well as destruction in that voice.

Witri.

Is it when she enjoys happiness with Hari, Jiwo heartbroken?

"And when fate now turns out like this, I believe it's time for us to be together. We continue your happiness and Aksa. Let's be happy." Jiwo said almost like a whisper.

Witri could not hold back the tears that had been jostling to slide crawling his cheeks.

"Married to me, Wit. Yeah...?" pinta Jiwo expectantly.

Isakan Witri getting louder accompanied by a nod of his head shrieked.

No. gabe. He was no longer able to be strong-willed let alone pretentious in front of this man.

Today is still a special man to him and will forever be special in his heart. But his journey in this world still needs a hug and a backrest. And Jiwo is someone he feels as the owner of the backrest and the hug.

And when in the end a gentle man chirp approached him, Witri could no longer resist it.

The lips of the man who owned the first kiss on his cheek first, now expand the area of ownership to his lips.

The soft appearance of Jiwo's lips without coercion and pressure is now welcome even though it initially feels doubtful and embarrassed.

But the touch on his lips that did not pause was finally able to make Witri slowly welcome and then come to enjoy and celebrate their intimacy at this time.

Even his body seemed to lose the strength to resist when Jiwo's left hand grabbed his back so that his body was more attached to the sturdy body of the man.

This fragrance she will always remember. And this happiness he always wanted to miss.

If you can, want time not to change second by second so that the beauty of this kiss is endless.

Witri once felt the beauty of a kiss when enjoying it for the first time with Hari. But this time the swing felt different. Maybe because the color of love in his heart is also different even though it is just as beautiful.

I want to age with you, Wo. Don't lose it again.

...🍁 b e r s a m b u n g 🍁...