Love for Adita

Love For Adita 19

Tristan's eyes instantly rounded. He did not believe in the status of the widow I looked up to.

" Don't mess around.."

" Who's messing around? Now you must know the truth, that I am not a girl let alone a virgin. I once built a housewife with a man. But it all has to end. Is there something wrong with my status?"

" I'm sorry, I thought you guys knew each other." Ms. Ramita feels guilty.

" There's no need to apologize ma'am, I'm not wrong. All this time we were just friends no more and no less. We have no special bond. Isn't that right, Tristan?

Tristan just nodded stiffly.

" Who was the man who married you?"

My tongue feels bad. The body also shivered. If with Ms. Ramita I've been honest more easily, other honest things with Tristan are so draining and emotional.

Ms. Ramita who understands the difficult situation that I feel. He tried to divert another conversation.

" em's.. Tristan..You guys aren't traveling? Still at this hour "Mum Ramita glanced at his left wrist that was circular a watch.

" Don't talk about anything else, ma. I just want to know who's the guy who managed to steal Adita's attention." Again Tristan showed stubbornness.

" What do you want to know?"

" Maybe I know. Or the... I can even make coffee with you." Insinuations.

" I close my mouth to this proud man, "whomever is my ex-husband, you don't need to know because you're nobody, you're just the boss where I work. And one thing you should know is that not all the secrets of my life are worth knowing.

Excuse me ma'am, Ramita.pak.. Vijaya." I immediately greeted Tristan's parents and rushed out of the palace. It seems, this is not a convenient topic for me. Maybe Tristan's parents didn't mind my status. But Tristan, seems to be craving a virgin.

Again the tears fell. Mournfully. Live a kara, have no soul support after the departure of papi. Uh. It turned out that only the papi could receive my servant status, without ever bothering about it.

" Dit, wait!"

My shoulder feels pulled by someone.

But I don't care. I keep going.

" Hey.. so stubborn?" Tristan's voice was loud, until I was shocked. During Tristan's time, he never made such a loud sound.

" What else?" I wiped my wet face. Don't let him know I'm crying. Could feel him.

Tristan grabbed both of my shoulders. I looked down in shame if I was caught crying.

Without speaking Tristan took me into his arms. " Don't cry."

Instead of being silent, my crying voice grew louder. Fortunately, there were only walls around us.

" I'm sorry.don't misunderstand me first. I don't want to judge your status. I just didn't think this beautiful angel was a widow. I thought you were single. Your beauty beat a girl who's never been married." Tristan Gombal.

I hit his chest hard.

" Ouch... It hurts." He complained of pain.

" Let's." Jutek.

The cup!

Tristan took a chance in the narrow-mindedness.

" What the hell? Just play cup cup."

" Dear." Say again.

He pulled my body tight. Peace is what I think. The same time I first felt a hug from Mas Dani.

" Don't go home, just stay at my mom's." Pinta Tristan.

" I have to go home."

" Don't be stubborn. I want to tell you a lot of things."

" At home."

" Okay, wait here. I'll get the bike first."

" I'm coming with you."

" Yes, come on!" Tristan pinched my nose.

Arriving at Tristan's house, there were already panicked faces of papa and Tristan's mother on the porch of the house.

" Thank God you're not reckless, Dit." Said his mother relieved.

" I'm sorry ma'am, I'm still unstable." There is a sense of shame because I have not managed to control my emotions.

" Yuk!" Take Tristan.

I immediately said goodbye to Tristan's parents.

Riding the bike with Tristan, I felt Dejavu. Because like repeating the good times with Dani mas first.

" Hand, fall later."

" Mode." I screamed in his ear.

I'm no longer a young girl who instantly believes in men's speech. Tristan held my hand that was coiled around her stomach. There's a strange vibration I feel. Like the electricity running through my body. Am I starting to have feelings for Tristan?

" Where are we going?"

" Walk."

" Where?"

" Where to go."

I'll just go with him. Don't I need some entertainment too? Tristan steered his motorbike to the city park square. There are many young couples like us.

The bike stopped, I got off. So did Tristan, he did not forget to take off the helmet.

Without any cue Tristan took my hand. We were like lovers going through a weekend night.

Tristan and I chose to sit in a corner of the city park. We ordered snacks and drinks. Tonight we enjoyed the sound of the local singers. Shut up without a word, enjoy the music. Tristan's hand is getting tighter.

Carried a feeling, I leaned my head on Tristan's shoulder. Peaceful and comfortable.

It didn't feel like we had been in the square for an hour.

" Home home?"

" Yes, later tonight."

" It's already night. We looking for lodging?"

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" For?" My face is starting to harden.

". Oh my dear...so emotional anyway? A stroke later you." God while poking my chin.

I just smiled wryly. We finally went home to my rented house.

***

" Are you brave?" Ask Tristan.

We are still sitting in the living room.

" Yes." Yeah." Reply sure.

" If you have any doubts, I want you to sleep here." God again.

" No need. Hurry home! Later RT sir comes our bokeh." My origin

" Good dong, straight up."

" Anu what?" My eyes glared at this shitty man.

" Yes." she replied again.

" Sana's coming home." I'm kicked out while pulling Tristan's hand.

" So bad shit." He got up from his seat.

" I'm home yes. Be careful at home. If there's anything, let me hurry."

" okay." I said while raising my thumb.

To my surprise, Tristan pulled my body into his arms. Between bewildered, shocked, also embarrassed to blend into one.

Intentions reject, but..body and heart why not synchronize gini anyway?

Tristan's face began to approach my face, even arima scented her breath felt on my face. My heart feels like it wants to jump out of place.

Tristan kissed my lips short. For the second time I let a man do more to me.

Oh my God..What is this feeling? Why am I unable to resist the charm of this handsome man?

Not stopping here, Tristan kissed my lips again for a number of times. Even now I return the kiss. I don't know who started it until we could get involved in a long, hot kiss.

As a person who has ever felt the heaven of the world, I honestly miss it..

Tristan's hands began to roam mischievously.

I tried to restore my common sense even if it was hard. And it looks like Tristan has been overcome by lust.

I'm in my own dilemma, on the one hand I enjoy the touch of Tristan, on the one hand I want to reject the actions of Tristan.

Lord... Help me...