Longsuffering

Once Again

miss that's not enough

counting is not me

because love is infinite

to him...

- Vishnu

Bandung, Wita-Vishnu

Two humans who are drunk in romance are now struggling with joy. Spend the night with longing stubs and hardened grasp of love in their hearts. Vita and Vishnu, washing his old wounds with night sweat in a sprinkling of tempestuous desires.

"Mas Vishnu.." said Wita hesitated.

"Hmmm.. what dear?"

"Wita. many shortcomings" he continued.

"I'm my wife in particular, I lack more than many" Vishnu replied, playing the nape of his wife.

"With.. Assembled woman! Wita.. Wita. experienced Post Trau.."

"You're a great woman, you're a strong woman! Let me redeem everything Wita! You just have to stay with me". Vishnu cut the sentence of the wife while hugging her tightly. Trying to convince his wife if the injury of life that he experienced will be redeemed with love and loyalty of heart.

"So..? who chose the dress?", asked Vishnu while addressing his gaze on the dress lying on the sofa of the hotel they were living in tonight. Tackling the talk he didn't need to talk about tonight. He will make sure, tonight Witya can sleep asleep by forgetting what he has experienced in the past.

In his arms, Vishnu could feel the roar of the woman's breath that was behind him. The woman who looks tired of what she just did.

"Mamah Adhis, Wita did not know if mama Adhis bought such a dress". The woman replied without any movement. How could it be, this was the first time he fell asleep in the arms of a man wrapped in the same blanket without clothes.

"How much Rumi Tea buy her dress?"

"One...".

"Well, I have to tell you about Rumi's tea".

"Thank you what?"

"One is less".

"Mas ih.."

"Haha..."

"You've got to buy that many kayaks, especially for me!" whisper of Vishnu in the ear of the wife.

Wita was silent, he was enjoying the sweet touch of the husband who played his fingers slowly. Then occasionally the back of his hand get a sweet kiss from Vishnu's lips.

"Yes.", Wita's slow answer was quite unexpected. This special lady is indeed very beautiful to translate. It has a million charms about natural beauty inside and out. Women who have firmness in acting but obey what Vishnu wants. It is the most beautiful gift that Vishnu got today.

Vishnu further tightened his embrace. It kisses the black hair whose fragrance bursts through the nose. For a moment imagine the blood spots that became her bed linen stains tonight. Guilt and happiness now engulfed his heart. The woman turned herself in without exception. To him, his halal man.., himself.., his first love!

"I'll give you what you planned Wis. Your flesh's blood I'll carry well". Vishnu still remembered Restari's statement about the readiness of his ridiculous plan first.

"But you should know, I've given myself to my first love. Tell me I'm stupid! but I love her so much". Restari's tears were dripping slowly. I don't know why he cried in front of Vishnu. Is it because of deep regret for the sins he committed? Or because the guilt will present her who is no longer holy to her friend and husband? Or the broken heart that he has over peerless love throughout his life since the lover married the choice of his parents.

Fate is so, but for Vishnu the harsh reality must be a valuable lesson. Because with flashes of hate and ambition life will no longer matter. Happiness is actually simple. Like tonight, looking at her woman who was immersed in her entire life was simple. No need to wrap your heart with hate. No need to throw a trail with your head up. If man is a dwarf before Him. Stand on the path of sincerity. Vishnu realized that he and the woman in his arms had chosen two paths that branched out on different land strokes. It is he who is now to be grateful and to ask forgiveness from the Owner of his Life. For his love has been found at the right crossroads.

"Mas, are we going to sleep like this?" wita's question awakened her daydream.

"Look at Wiiit. I miss tau.", said Vishnu spoiled the woman. I don't miss as much as what Vishnu has until this moment never feels exhausted even though his sweat has been pouring just now.

"Wit..", Vishnu voiced again in a groan. "Sorry yes! yesterday I didn't ask you what you asked for in our marriage". While playing a finger embedded in a diamond ring worth two hundred and eighty-four million rupiah.

"We don't even know, Mas Vishnu wants to marry Wita".

"Hahaha. iyah sorry! I'm already dead. Don't be happy if you go taken by someone again".

Wita turned her body to face the chest of the field belonging to her husband. Gently rubbing what was in front of him and saying, "Where else are we going? Wita has been overcrowded considering that Vishnu mas can not go home Wita. Wita's going crazy!"

There was no sobbing heard from the Wita. Vishnu increasingly tightened his embrace on his beloved woman. "Sorry. forgive!" Vishnu kissed the tip of the head of the Vita in his arms.

"You're my home from a long time ago. From the first moment you accepted my presence. Since that date. The date and month that became my dowry for you. Eighteen months and ten, the number I recorded in my life diary. Where else should I go? Who else do I have to go back to, Wita? Hmm?"

Wita puffed up, gently rubbing the husband's face. He ventured to kiss the lips that had previously expressed love for him.

Vishnu was surprised to get the treatment of his wife who always maintained his honor with the norms and religion. The short kiss that smelled the kiss actually made his heart rustle. He pulled back the woman's nape to repeat what he was doing.

"If you say something do not be half-devil!", Vishnu re-establish his head when the kiss he gives has been rested he gave. I repeat yes, the right way for your husband.

And. lips as sweet as the confectionery back he felt his warmth in the shade of love. It sinks him to a tickling heart and the desire that arises drowns among the dimness of the room lamp. Until he will repeat his work to make the Wita tired. Ignore his heart's intention to take his wife to sleep. Because in fact, the blankets they wear do not stop moving to accompany their soft beds tonight.

Let them both drift to the insanity of the heart covered in insanity of the unspeakable longing. Let their wounds dry in a wet body full of sweat and a dusty gelinjang taste. Let their voices long in their rhythms of mutual disdain. Until the declaration of love of the man is greeted with the resignation of the woman on an irregular breath; "Mas Vishnu... Iakaang... Maaas..!!"

The woman's voice was like a melodious rhythm that ran over her longing heart. For Vishnu, the voice is a golden-linked song that delivers a wave of love desirous of beauty. Drain the swish uninterpreted by anything in this world. The more involved until the deeper the depth of heart for the owner of this beautiful body.

Until the man now has to voice the same taste. Give her the love and beauty she never felt before.

"Vaaaaaaahhh... It...!!!!"

Tonight, in fact, being tired is not enough to make both of them sleep in a beautiful sleep.

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