Love On Asphalt

Episode 40's

Farrand wriggled softly in his sleep, his consciousness rising slowly as his eyes opened little by little. He blinked his eyes when his retina was not used to the bright light around him. Sunlight had infiltrated his room, and that meant he was waking up beyond his regular waking hours. But it doesn't matter, because today is Sunday and his father is not there, he is free to do whatever he wants.

After Farrand's eyes had gotten used to it and he could open his eyes wide, he glanced at the wall clock. Sure enough, the clock has shown at 06:30. Within 1.5 hours of waking up. But if you remember their activities last night, it might just be the cause he woke up late.

When his consciousness had returned completely, he glanced at himself. The body that had been decorated with several red marks was covered to the chest by a blanket patterned with lilies. He moved his body slightly, and grimaced as he felt a pain and soreness in his lower area. Taking a leaning sitting position, he held tightly to the blanket that covered his innocent body.

On his right side, Lingga who was also plain and covered in the same blanket with him was still sleeping. His face looked peaceful, although tired curls could not immediately disappear and be erased from there. The plain body of the phallus is plastered to the extent of its abdomen, featuring a field chest with white skin and few muscles formed. Farrand's face reddened, as he recalled how the chest of the field was firmly grasping at him as if he did not want to be let go.

Trying to shake his head slowly, Farrand was a little grateful that he did not throw away the medicine given by Nadeen some time ago. Well, the pregnancy-preventing drug was given by Nadeen as he told about his relationship with the Linga. It sounded silly, but Nadeen's mysterious smile forced him to keep it as a precaution. Either he should feel lucky or not because he undoes his intention to dispose of the medicine. But obviously, he would say thank you to Nadeen sometime for that.

Recalling the medicine, he chuckled a little. He actually does not know much about all the things that are about ****. But that also does not mean he is innocent and too ignorant. Just blame it on Nadeen who always talked him about it, out of nowhere Nadeen knows a lot about it, which is clear when he asked Nadeen only answered he knew from the film. Ridiculous, considering that Nadeen has never been in a serious relationship like dating at his age but knows a lot about him. Ah, considering Nadeen, how is that friend now? He will definitely scream hysterically when he knows about what he and Lingga experienced last night.

"You awake?" Ask Linga. Highlight the typical eyes of I woke up so clearly visible on his face.

Farrand nodded slowly, using his right hand to gently wipe the dark mane of Lingga.

"It still hurts?" The phallus tries to get up and align its position with Farrand.

"Little bit. But it didn't hurt last night." Answer Farrand.

"sorry. I think I've been too much for you."

Farrand smiled. The Lingga's words were indeed true, last night the Lingga had been pounding it with great outrage. He did not know, whether it was the influence of drugs or indeed the Lingga itself that has such energy.

"Already, Ling. I'm still pretty strong wake up today."

"Then, you're still strong enough to go one more round?"

Tak..

Farrand shook the head of the phallus with full force until the owner complained of pain. He pursed his lips and put on his sour face. Oh, comeon. That night was his first and all-out hit. Is he still being asked to continue? No. gabe. Thank ye. He still loves his energy because today he has to shop for cooking ingredients.

"It hurts, Fa." Adu Linga's.

"You think I'm no sicker than that, scarf? And with all your heart you want it again."

Grep.

The phallus grabbed Farrand and carried him into his arms. He stroked his hair as gently as possible and occasionally dyed his peak.

"I know, I'm sorry I hurt you." His whisper.

Farrand shook his head, he secured his position in the chest deck of the Linga field.

"Ling. I'mtired. I want to take a shower but my feet are limp."

"Do you want me to carry?"

"I'm heavy, are you strong?"

"You doubt my power?"

Farrand shook his head slowly, he chuckled afterwards, Lingga carrying Farrand's plain body towards the bathroom. Farrand's face reddened, he buried his face in the body of Linga when he saw the body of Linga that was no less innocent than him.

"You embarrassed? You've seen it all and you're still turning your face around like that."

"Bu-not that."

"Then what?"

"Nothing."

Linga chuckles. He put Farrand's body slowly into the bathtub. Set the water temperature and start a shower with them for the first time.

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Farrand let out a sigh of relief as he had completed all his activities assisted with the Linga. He sits sweetly on the sofa in the living room. Not much he did, just sit down to enjoy a cup of warm tea while waiting for the laundry that is still dry in the machine. Only that remains unresolved, because after this they plan to shop together. It may be too early, but they do look like a married couple. Oops, or is it true considering their activities last night?

"Where are we going?" Ask Linga. He let out a bored sigh, admitting that he was a little overwhelmed when he helped Farrand finish all his household chores. He lived alone all this time, but he never did all the work of cleaning his apartment. He can only cook easy dishes, and for the affairs of cleaning the apartment he left it to the janitor he rented once a week.

"To the mini market. I've run out of food." Briefly talk.

"What are we going there in vehicles?"

"Street."

"Street? I don't know if you're that strong that you decided to take a walk after our hot night and our clean-up activities."

Farrand's face flushed red as he was reminded of their hot night. He admitted that his legs were a little sore, but he was also sure if he was still able to walk to the minimarket which was 1 km from his house.

"I'm used to doing it. Anyway there you are, you can accompany me and help me carry groceries later."

Lingga sighed softly, he sometimes could not think of the behavior of the woman in front of him. Maybe in her eyes she was a great woman with everything she did. But he also did not deny the fact that his woman was like too forcing herself to exceed the limits of her ability.

"Can't you just rest? I can read you if you give me a list of everything I need to buy." Lingga. He looked at Farrand, and he was sure that Farrand was tired more than he seemed.

"No. We can shop together. I'm not tired, you're the one who's looking at me weak."

"I don't see you as weak, Fa. I just don't want you to be so fussy that you're too tired."

"I'm used to it, Ling. You don't have to worry about anything."

"If we get married, I'll hire one man to help you do it all."

Farrand laughed, as if he felt that Lingga's speech sounded funny.

"You have to spend extra money on that, Ling. Where have you found your life purpose?"

"Of course my purpose in life is to be with you, Fa."

"I mean besides that. You're the first son, don't you think your father would give up his company to you? Or did you choose to become a pro racer, which you didn't know whether or not to jump into the racecourse?"

The heart of the phallus seemed to be struck by the words Farrand had given him. Farrand was right, he who had always focused on the racing arena had never thought of getting there. He might have thought that his father had left his company to the proud Daniel. But he also could not think further to penetrate into the realm of pro racers. What does this have to do with Farrand if he lives in the pro world?

"...." - ".The phallus was silent, he was still trying to digest the words Farrand had secretly justified.

"If it's a woman, then the dream is not always as complex as a man. So it became a little easy for me to think about it."

"What do you mean, Fa?"

"Women, have two things that go hand in hand and cannot be together in harmony."

"What is that."

"Dreams and reality."

"...." - ".The phallus again scrunched his forehead. He increasingly did not understand the way of thinking Farrand took.

"If a woman chooses to take the path of her dreams, then she must put aside a family. He could not have married and chose to be single all his life."

"....."

"And if he chooses reality, he must have an awareness that his dream cannot be perfect."

"I don't understand what you're saying, Fa."

"Look, women are always faced with a choice, married or not. Not if they - in the sense that I too - choose to pursue a dream that embodies an ideal."

"Then?"

"If you're married, there's a lot to consider. In addition to his dream that would surely be abandoned due to his marriage, he was also faced with the condition where he was subtly required to give offspring. If there is already a descendant, then automatically faced with the choice of caring for it. And that's what's holding back his dream of perfect walking."

"I understand a little. But isn't there a lot of women who still choose a career even though he has a family? Doesn't that mean dreams and reality go side by side?"

"You don't know the explanation, Ling. If he chooses a career, surely the child will not be able to care for him. He will choose to hire someone to help his work in caring for his child. Or if possible, leave it to the grandmother or the closest person. She can't be a full mom if she's pursuing a career. The instinct of a child is to be with his mother, if he wants his mother to always be in his days, then his mother must be willing to give up her career."

"But isn't there a lot of work that can be done while keeping the child at home?"

" Ling, you just complained when you helped me earlier. It would be absolutely nothing if there was a child among us."

"...." - ".Farrand was right again. And in the heart the phallus cursed itself.

"It would be better if a woman chooses to marry, she can be at home and take care of the children. It may sound old-fashioned, but I would rather agree that I should bury my dreams in a career and prefer my family."

"...."

"I don't know who my grandfather and grandmother were, my father said that he had been an orphan ever since he started to remember and my mother never told me his family. So I have absolutely no idea if my maternal grandparents are alive or not. I don't feel like the other kids who were pinned down on their grandparents when their mothers left them to work. All I know is that my mom always takes care of me. Mom's always with me at home while dad's working, and I'm comfortable with that. I'm sure if mom chooses a family and puts her career aside. And that's my understanding to this day."

Farrand's right. And he admitted that, he also had always felt he was happier near his mother than his father. His mother has always been there even since he began to remember, his mother was always there when he needed her. His grandfather and grandmother who were abroad since he was a child made him unable to know more about the two figures. He was sure that with Farrand's words, his mother must have a dream that he sacrificed for the sake of his family. Only his mother did not compare him to Daniel and was always the opposite of his father. He could not imagine if his mother chose a career and leave it to the caregivers or grandparents.

"You know, Ling. In my life with my father I had a bad time. At that time I thought a lot about this. Not always our lives become as easy as imagined, there will be some things that are experienced and even things that have not crossed our shadows."

"You're growing up too fast, Fa. I'm sure you're more than ready to live the household life."

"The hard life I've had that made me grow up faster, Ling. Hey, I'm still not 18 if you forget. You'll be beaten to the ground by my father if you take me to the altar right now."

"Indeed, who's gonna take you to the altar now, Fa?"

"So you won't take me to the altar?"

"No."

Prangggg....

The teacup Farrand held drifted into the back wall of the Linga. The phallus shuddered in horror, fortunately the cup missed. Or maybe Farrand accidentally missed him?

"So you won't take me to the altar? After everything that happened between us? That so?" Farrand's aura darkened, he was like a Death God ready to tear the phallus-shaking body apart. Though Lingga was only intent on joking, but he did not expect that Farrand would respond this seriously.

"Bu-bu-not so Fa. I don't want to take you to the altar now, but not later, after your age is more sufficient and I'm ready to give you a living."

Tok....

The sound of knocking on the door made Farrand turn his head and immediately turn to open it. Lingga breathed a sigh of relief, he was very grateful to whoever knocked on that door. Therefore, Farrand dampened his anger at Lingga until the incidence of domestic violence did not continue to a more serious level. (?)

The phallus went back to daydreaming and thinking about their conversation. Farrand was right, he had to have a dream and he couldn't possibly have fun with his condition forever. If he really wants to be a pro racer, he must be willing to stay away from Farrand. And if he wants to stay close to Farrand, then he has no choice but to study the business. The choice is quite difficult, and he must decide it as soon as possible because soon he will climb the third level in High School. Before long, because after that he had to really choose.

Linga who was disturbed by the noise in the living room decided to move and see who the guests were coming. He was surprised, there he saw the person who lately always asked Farrand his whereabouts is now in the arms of Farrand with tears that broke. Behind him was a red-haired man whom he knew as Abel.

"Cathlon?" Nadeen stopped his crying and turned to look at Lingga who was standing behind Farrand.

"He's been here since. Come, Na. Sit down and I'll make you a drink. And Nadeen, don't forget you owe me a lot of explanations about your departure all along." Farrand. Nadeen nodded, he took Abel to sit down and wiped away the remains of his cries with his hands.

" Ling, sit there and accompany them as long as I make a drink." Farrand's orders. Lingga nodded slowly, he did not want Farrand's anger re-ignited and chose to obey his words. Although he was reluctant to sit there because there was Abel.

"He, Lingga. Since when are you here?" Ask Nadeen. Lingga was surprised, he had just seen this woman crying but now he asked in a ignorant tone to her. Where was the rest of his crying?

"Since last night."

Nadeen's eyes are squeaking, since last night? "Where was Uncle Arasya until you were here last night? I'm sure, if uncle was around, he'd turn you down completely."

"Uncle is going to the next town for the next month."

"Ehm... Did you do that?" A prickly grin was imprinted on Nadeen's face. Lingga's face flushed red, Abel who was sitting next to Nadeen just closed his hands and snorted.

"What do you mean?"

"You understand what I mean! There's no way you didn't do anything last night. Especially with that perverted look and that reddened face of yours, I'm pretty sure you two did something last night." Checkmate. The phallus could not comment anymore because Nadeen guessed right at the target.

"That's it. What matters is that you wear safety, right?" Ask Nadeen.

Stunned phallus, safety he said? Of course not! He did it without any preparation and after all he also took it out several times inside. Wretch! Linga to cold sweat imagines the possibility that Farrand will become pregnant. Plus his conversation with Farrand, somehow he felt if he was made aware of the fact he was not ready to become a father.

'I have to what if it happens? I could have killed uncle. Wretch! I should what after this?' Inner Linga. He was upset, to the point that he was agitated in his sitting and it did not escape the observation of Nadeen and Abel.

Tbc