Lightly Longing

Heart Towel Room

A few minutes after saying that, I turned my head towards Wulan. True what Mr. Arbi said, the ayu-faced girl was still staring at us intensely.

I hugged my husband's arm, Mr. Arbi leaned his head on my head. I glanced towards her face that looked triumphantly smiling.

Until the film is over, our position is still like that. Mr. Arbi stole a kiss on my cheek. Truly Mr. Bucin who knows no place.

"Go to the hotel, yeah."

I cleared my throat to answer him and drew a lip line. Wulan was waiting at the cinema door. I don't know what else he'll tell Mr. Arbi.

"Bi, we're splitting up here, yeah." His hand poked like asking something to Mr. Arbi. I looked at the two in turn. What does this mean? My heart is not safe in place.

"Mobile?" he said again, Mr. Arbi immediately reached into his pants pocket. Take that flat thing.

Wulan typed something in there, after Mr. Arbi unlocked the screen. The wallpaper with our wedding photos was captured clearly on my netraku. Wulan seemed to take a breath earlier before typing.

"This is my number, answer me if I call ya, Bi."

Mr. Arbi was silent, there was no response to Wulan's words. I smiled and answered him.

"Yes, later we will be patient again, yes," replied I who tried to be friendly even though in my heart was very eager to tear Wulan's face.

Boat shoes limited to the eyes of the feet he kicked leave us after saying goodbye. The road that bends impressed. I looked directly at Mr. Arbi's phone.

Wulan accidentally wrote her name was equipped with a heart emoticon, I changed it to 'Nek Lampir' by changing the heart mark into a picture of a woman dracula.

"Come on!" ask me to give the phone to the owner. Mr. Arbi looked at the screen that I accidentally did not return to the homepage.

I walked away from Mr. Arbi, his steps were heard chasing. Mr. Arbi directly linked his fingers.

"If you're jealous again, you're jealous."

I just glanced at him for a glance, accompanied by a bitter smile. We walked towards the parking lot. Our next destination was the hotel.

Only Mr. Arbi knows exactly where the hotel is. We had been driving for about half an hour, then Mr. Arbi entered the parking lot of a large building painted white and orange.

The three-story building with a spacious courtyard is the choice of Mr. Arbi. Space Hotel & Restaurant, it is visible on the front plank before entering.

We walked towards the receptionist, Mr. Arbi showed proof that he had booked. The woman in a black uniform with her hair bunched up, looked at the computer as if to ascertain the veracity of the consumer data.

The young woman asked for an identification, Mr. Arbi thrust it all with some money. The hotel room key was given to Mr. Arbi.

We walked into the room in question. We are on the second floor, room number 215.

Room with white marble floor and light brown paint equipped with one single bed with white bed sheet and gold lining. There is also a heart-shaped towel, on the bed.

Dark brown curtains, equipped with cabinets and televisions attached to the wall. An ornamental table is also in the corner of the room complete with a small sofa.

Not too big the area of this room, about six meters or less. Bathroom with a sitting toilet lined with glass walls.

We were escorted housekeeping, after he explained, he left. There are not many items that we carry, just clothes attached to the body and my sling bag are also some bags of groceries.

"Mandi, yuk, Ta. Sultry," he said while fanning himself. I looked up, there was AC there. I'm looking for the existence of the AC remote, which is located on the nightstand.

I pressed the button to turn it on, so there was no reason for him to overheat. He glared at my actions that seemed reluctant to respond to his chatter.

"Have you called, Mother?"

"Entar, wait a little maleman. If it's now, he's afraid of being forced to go home."

I, who passed by him, immediately pulled my wrist. I'm sitting on his lap right now.

Mr. Arbi looked at me fixedly, I just looked down embarrassed by my position right now. Mr. Arbi hugged the body tightly.

"Ta, why are you so beautiful?"

Too often he gives compliments, my face feels hot now. Maybe it has been reddened by the act that continues to flick when there is an opportunity.

"I'm gonna take a shower, Mom. Lepasin, yes."

"No, I'm not just gonna let you go. Especially in the hotel room I booked especially for us."

"Yes, but at home you can if you just want to be like this."

Mr. Arbi held my chin, he raised it carrying this face to face with him. His hands are faithful, on my thighs.

He landed a sweet and warm kiss there. I don't know why, it feels different here, or maybe it's just my feeling. Or, it's the atmosphere that makes it so different.

"How do you like me to treat you?"

"Why ask that?"

"I'm afraid that if I mistreat you and it boomerangs for me, Ta."

"With you being yourself and not forcing me into anything, I feel more appreciated."

"With my omesh attitude now, do you like it?"

"That's the exception!"

We laughed together, obviously doing an epic and beautiful contest on a soft bed and an atmosphere that was suitable for our newlyweds.

Ah, I don't seem to deserve to say being a newlywed. Because, I've felt it the first time. I remember Satria, how she was, yes.

I was hugged warmly by Mr. Arbi from behind. He kissed my shoulder gently, tightening his embrace.

"Mandi, yuk, Mas."

"A little while ago, Ta. I still want to enjoy the smell of your body."

I left him for a few minutes, until he finally fell asleep with his position. I turned around to look at it that was closed.

To be honest, I've never seen him calm and quiet. I looked at her face fixed, her firm jawline filled with fine feathers became her own distinctive feature.

His eyebrows are thick, I rub slowly. Then touch her cheeks gently.

"So many women out there are scrambling to be your wife, but why did you choose me? I feel inappropriate, Mom."

"You deserve it, Ta. Because my heart has chosen you" he said, slowly opening his eyes. I'm embarrassed, embarrassed. I covered my face with a blanket.

Mr. Arbi is bullying me, even though I'm wrapped in a blanket. He kept flirting with his nosy attitude. I moved, pushed him.

"Mas Arbi, cheat!"

"Cheat what?"

"Wake up why not say it. I'm ashamed!"