Longsuffering

Most Beautiful Woman

My rain hits the night sky

refreshing last season

the smell of wet soil wriggled my desires

you're the beauty of my night

- Vishnu

Bandung, Vishnu-Wita

Vishnu Pov

"I'm the passenger is okay. His leg is injured, but it will be fine. We wanna look over there?" I tried to calm him down. Help him to build up courage against the pain he experienced in the past.

He shook his head in disagreement. "Okeey. fine!" my words agree to his request. "The jamet is already broken..we continue yes... road?".

Wita nodded and I straightened my body back up. Holding the steering wheel with my right hand and making sure that Wita's hand stays in my left.

I drove my car and drove this vehicle towards a magnificent multi-storey building. It seems my intention to spend the night in the city of Bogor today with Wita must be stopped. I searched for a nearby hotel considering her wet clothes were clad in her body.

"Tonight, we'll just sleep here? Too far when we go home. I called mom after arriving at the room", Wita was silent and nodded her head. I did not express my intention to take him to a beautiful and cool villa in the city of Bogor, because for me it is useless.

"You will change my clothes first, there is a shirt in my bag", while concentrating my concentration I smile to myself imagining my Lady wearing my white shirt.

"Wita there is a dress ko. earlier Mamah Adhis love", his voice was only heard after I felt his hands no longer trembling.

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"Have you eaten?", I asked upon arrival at our room. Enough room can make me no longer concentrate. He is today fighting past trauma, while I am fighting my nervousness. Yes aampuun.. I was with a woman who is halal to me, but why does it feel like my heart has not fully run normally?

"Mas Vishnu has eaten?" he asked back.

"I haven't had time for my wife to hunt you down" I pinched her nose. It was nice to get this little attention from her.

"We haven't" he replied.

"Yes, we ordered yes..".

"You change clothes! cold later. I pray first".

"We're just in the bathroom"

Geez Wita!, this high school girl that I've never assessed is really shy. He went to the bathroom carrying a small bag in the form of a totebag that I thought was my brother's clothes.

I then faced my body facing the Qibla. My pending Isya prayer I'm putting up tonight at a hotel that wasn't my original plan. I ended my prayer with a remembrance and prayer half of which I offered to the woman I loved. O Allah. guide me to always be his priest, the owner of his love, his sower of happiness.

Fifteen minutes I waited. I never saw Wita coming out of the bathroom. What's going on inside? No sound of water has been heard since. I called him while folding the prayer mats and sarongs I was wearing. "With.. Wit... What else? how long? changed his clothes?"

"Yes mas.. A moment! Wita's out now".

I heard the door shift. Then I was stunned by the sight I saw on the lips of the bathroom door. Witaku.it is very beautiful to describe.

Her black hair that was broken, touched her smooth white arm. His chest freely showed an irregular breath from him. Her hands were endlessly holding onto the dress that allowed her legs and thighs to be beautifully presented to me.

"We don't know.the clothes are small" he said shyly. The small one he considered because the clothes he attached to his body were too.

"The dress is right for you. Beautiful!", I said as I approached her. Pink brucat dress that exposes the neckline with a thin rope connecting the dress, giving the owner of the body flexibility in calling the body beautiful and perfect.

I hadn't touched him yet, the sound of knocking on the door stopped me. "Our meal has arrived" I said with a smile and opened the door and received my meal.

I'm enjoying my dinner with my lady today. He also seemed to enjoy and forget the incident that made him wet the streets earlier. We talked a long time ago. I turned into a reporter who interviewed him about everything he did today. Yeah, I don't have to take him on too heavy a conversation. Until finally, I asked him to meet me to sleep on our bed.

"Here's Who... sleep!"

Doubtfully and timidly he sat down on our bed. He straightened his body against the pillow I had piled up for him.

"Says bridal care. One pack".

"details?" tanyaku nosy.

"Manicure and Pedicure"

"Owh yeah?" I kissed both backs of his hands and I enjoyed the smooth touch of his fingers.

"Then?"

"Creambath"

I shifted my body and I breathed her hair slowly. "Hmmm... very fragrant".

"Then?"

"Facials"

I gently rubbed both of her cheeks with my thumb fingers and slowly kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and her lips. I slowly passed this longing on to the owner of the heart until the stop went deeper. Reluctant to move on and continue harboring the desires I have.

"Then?", I said getting heavier in the light of an unstoppable soul.

"Body spas".

I brushed her hair and I walked down her neck with my breath until my nose smelled her scent. I put this longing on the resigned writhing I saw in the shakes of his turbulent chest.

"Then?", I said increasingly heavy and hardened at the incessant movement of tracing every inch of the limits of love and longing that he had for me.

"That's..."

"What dear?" I asked with my eyes closed to breathe the smell of the body he had.

"that's. mas" he answered raucously.

I poked up, "what is it?", my god now unknowingly he was in my confinement. I butt my hands together with my bent elbows to scan the beautiful face of my halal woman.

"That's it. yeah.." she replied timidly.

"this?.", I asked as my left fingers touched what he meant. He stepped up and nodded slowly. He gripped both of my arms hard and closed his eyes as my fingers moved.

I smiled and enjoyed it. "maybe? tonight then?" whispered in his ear.

He set his breath and stopped when he opened his eyes again. His fingers touched my face, gently rubbed my eyebrows, and combed the hair on my forehead.

"Wita to Vishnu.. Why not?"

Ah Wita's.. You are a beauty to me. Your words and your behavior bind me to a love that I can't let go of.

I recite the prayer in my heart, then touch every inch of the tenderness of this beautiful faras. I chant beautiful melodies to his soul. I flew into the realm of drunken love. I ignored all my desires on a beautiful night befriending the drizzle of rain for my gentle and passionate woman.

I heard the sweet groan of his longing love for me. Sizzling and wheezing, groaning and sighing. Dividing these feelings and desires, exposing all my weak and strong. I swing the truth of life about the relationship of the heart of sacred value.

I did not finish my longing, the corner of her eyes were filled with tears. In the sweat I rubbed his eyes slowly. "illness?" asked him. The real question does not need an answer.

He smiled to answer my concerns. Then with his love I drift in the release of longing that echoes into the martyrdom of infinity.

"Big.hats... iaaang...".

Wita. You're the most beautiful woman I have!

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