Lightly Longing

Right, Pezina

Mr. Arbi passed, right. I already have a husband, my view can not be separated from the back of Mr. Arbi who now he has run small continue his morning sport.

He did not look at me, though my eyes followed his movements. Realizing he passed, I looked down deep. Wept over the decision two years ago to accept Satria's proposal.

Regretting now is also over. Enduring pain, removable difficult. I got up despite the look on my face. Walking without passion to see the parking of a motorbike. The mineral water that Mr. Arbi gave me left on that wooden bench.

I took a deep breath, starting to advance my matic motor. Leaving the park, riding a motorcycle with a little daydreaming.

Passing the bridge near my old campus, I stared at him softly. Really, college is more beautiful. If it wasn't for being with her for too long, I might not have chosen to get married.

Not to mention, parents are always urgent. Always say age is over the limit, have to wait for what else. Right, indeed. The age of 25 years and over should be married. But, are we not committed to the bond of marriage that wait for the right time, not fast.

I exhaled slowly. The sound of the horn kept on pestering me. I pulled over gave way, but just kept ringing it again and again. I paused for a moment, looking at him with emotion.

Tama stopped right next to me by showing her rows of white teeth.

"You must be angry, right?"

I raised both eyebrows. "Follow me, yuk."

"Where?"

"Udah, follow me. Or do you want to shake hands?"

"How's my motor?"

Tama glanced at my campus. Hinted to park there.

"Mmmhh .. don't. Let me follow you."

"Okay, yuk!"

Tama walked slowly in front of me, I followed. I don't know where he's going. Tracing the road is quite quiet if this Sunday. Usually, the vehicle crawls during rush hour like now.

The bike stops in front of the guesthouse or hotel jasmine. I put my eyebrows together looking at him confused.

"Why what?"

"I want to have an intense conversation with you. If it's outside there's a spy who reports it to your wife or husband."

It makes sense, but this place is also not suitable for chatting. Me and Mama have been in a relationship, what would happen if only the two of us in a narrow room were afraid of nothing.

Tama lowered the standard of the motor running closer to me. Staring at me. Heart beat is not irregular.

"Ta, I miss you."

"God! The kangen? Because of you, Satria thinks I'm cheating! You make the phone early in the morning. It's not like I said yes, don't call me if I don't call you."

"Yes, Ta. That's also a squeeze. Sorry, yes. Hem?" Tama took my hand and carried it in front of her chest. I pulled it fast.

"We're obrolin inside, yeah. I'm afraid someone will know us."

The real weight of the heart to follow Tama. He cupped his hands in front of his chest, face clear.

"I promise you, we won't do anything. Please, "please, please make me unbearable. Yes, that's my weakness. I want to, but I never can.

I also according. The homesteader came to us with a towel and soap. He ran small, then showed me an empty room. Heavy heart indeed, but hope the contents of this complicated head can be plong.

Indeed, jasmine hotels in this city are shaped like this mostly. The faded green paint color led me to park the two-wheeled vehicle next to Tama's motor.

I entered first, still hesitating. It was as if demons and angels were whispering to each other. Between entering and not. Ah, I don't know. I finally stepped inside too.

Tama closed the door. I was still faithfully standing by the window next to the wooden frame.

"Tam, this is not true. I'm out, yeah." I stepped in to open the door Tama had locked.

"Udah paid, Ta. Honey if it's not made. Anyway, we're not doing anything" he said, holding my hand.

I was agitated, confused face. Chest rumbles, somehow the situation ahead later. In just five minutes, my heart was racing.

We're just two here. AC turned on Tama. Obviously, the air in this three-meter room complete with a bathroom gets cold in just a matter of minutes.

"Ta," said Tama approaching while tucking hair in the earlobe. My right shoulder went up, trying to get rid of. I clasped his hand.

"We're just going to sit down, Ta" he whispered as he led me to sit on the edge of a six-foot mattress that was complete with pillows and bed linen. His phone he put on the nightstand.

"Tam, I'm honestly not comfortable being here with you."

"It's okay, Ta. We used to go to this place a lot" he said, replaying my memory.

"When?"

"You don't remember, yeah. We often go to intimate places like this, to just kiss your lips," he said again that I know clearly where the direction of the conversation.

Right, it used to be. We often went to the beach, and rented a cottage to mix the love. To make each other express love more intimate. Not a hotel or a guesthouse like this. And that was my stupidity that followed him.

"But that was, Tama. Not now."

"Well, now we can repeat it."

"No, Tama."

Tama kissed my lips savagely. I dissolved in his words, recalling the old story that I longed for the gentle touch of his lips. While I was silent, not replying.

Tama let go of the kiss. Then hugged me. I'm still stiff as a statue. I was indeed thirsty for touch due to Satria's cold demeanor, but what I did was also wrong.

"Ta, I'm kangeeen .. at all you, Ta." Tama rubbed my back, kissed my hair and then turned to my neck.

Rome's fur stood up, obviously I was aroused by her touch. I'm a married woman, plus a thirst for caresses, getting treated so little it really raises my libido.

Aw, ****! I cursed inwardly, it should be this aggressive Satria. Tama seemed to understand the situation of my body that was aroused by her touch. Slowly his hands crept out, slipping into my clothes.

I restrained as best I could. He caressed the side of my stomach, I bit my lips hard. The breath is hunting irregularly.

Tama kissed me on the cheek, so I groaned. Slowly she put my body on the bed. I can't think straight and refuse. We're doing.

The touch and the attacks from Tama made me enjoy the game. Replying and being really aggressive. Indeed, my actions are wrong. But, I am a human who has lust.

Damn, again I was defeated with lust and feeling that had missed him a long time ago. This is the first and last time I do it.

If you call me an adulteress, that's true. But it won't happen again, I don't know. I can promise not to repeat it again.