Love On Asphalt

Episode 41

Spring.

The season Farrand likes the most from all kinds of seasons he goes through. Spring is the season that brings color and warmth after winter is over. In that season he could also enjoy all the colors of the beautiful flowers. And at least he was not worried about the cold that would bother him.

It was almost a month after that incident. The incident where he won his race over Ava and also the incident after. Ava had not talked to him as much as before she had defeated him, and his relationship with Lingga was also fine even though he felt that Linga was hiding something from him.

Not only that, Nadeen has also returned to his original activities. That night Nadeen comes to her house to tell her about her drastic life change. Nadeen who did not expect the divorce of his parents can only cry and run in no direction. All he left, and it was enough to give Farrand an answer as to why he could not be contacted at all. In his escape, he met Abel, and during that time Abel always calmed him. Abel also allowed Nadeen to use his apartment and he chose to stay in the apartment owned by his friend who was beside him. Not only that, Abel also bear the cost of his life as long as Nadeen is in his apartment and deliver him to Farrand's house. And after that day, he felt that the relationship between Abel and Nadeen was getting closer. They are often caught walking together, and they always deny that they have nothing to do when asked about it.

Huhhh....

If you think again, Farrand feels that his life for a month feels so complex. He smiled a little, no matter the response of passers-by who saw him smiling for no reason like that. What is important now is that he enjoys it, enjoying his leisure time in a garden chair in the blooming flower garden. Today was Sunday, and today he asked Lingga for a date under the big tree in the garden.

Sighing softly, Farrand did not expect that waiting would feel this dull. But anyway this was included in his fault, he came 15 minutes early and Lingga was 5 minutes late. It's not really that old, is it? But whatever the reason, waiting is really annoying. And he'll add a wait to the list that he doesn't like.

Farrand raised his head and looked at the Flamboyant tree above him that was moving slowly in the wind. He remembered the day of his farewell at school. The last day for Dion was in this city because after he left for America. There was not much he did back then, he could only stare at Dion's back who was moving away slowly leaving the school gate. Want him to chase and hug the sturdy back that used to often bring him into the arms. But he still wants to keep the feeling of Lingga even though Lingga itself is not there. Luckily, Dion turned around and looked at him with a faint smile and told him a farewell. For him it was more than enough to make his heart relieved.

Trying to remember again to relieve his tiredness will wait for Lingga, he got the smile of his sweetest father. His father didn't call him much when he went to the next town. He only got a short message about his father's usual concern. There was nothing special, he was even bored with his condition. But these few days, he felt that something was going to happen that he knew when. And he also felt that it was not a good thing. I don't know, his feelings have always felt bad lately.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." A pat on his shoulder made him stop his daydream and turn towards the clap. He smiled, when he found Lingga coming while carrying a package containing some snacks.

"The market is crowded and I need a lot of time just to queue at the cashier." Reciprocity.

"That's it. I'm glad you came sooner."

Linga nodded, she took a seat next to Farrand sitting down and thrusting a box of Farrand's favorite chocolates.

"Thank you." Farrand said sincerely.

"Together."

They both smiled, and stared at each other while diving into the depths of their respective gazes. It feels like the world belongs to both.

"What are you here to ride?" Ask Linga.

"Daddy's motor."

"Your father's motor?" Lingga looked surprised. Naturally he was surprised, Farrand's father's motorbike was a sport bike that was quite heavy to drive. And Farrand said it lightly as if it was a matter of course.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Farrand.

"With your clothes like this are you riding a sport bike? Look, you even wear shoes with heels 10 cm high."

"You mean this stiletto? What's wrong with that?"

Linga shook her head. What's wrong he said? Of course it's wrong. Is Farrand not having trouble wearing such a high heel while riding a sport bike?

"If you think I'm in trouble, then my answer is no." As if reading Lingga's mind, Farrand immediately answered it spontaneously.

"How do you do it? I mean, the way you drive it with such troublesome shoes."

"That's easy. You just put the curve on the foot pedal. And you're gonna feel like your feet aren't gonna move from there unless you move them."

"You have no trouble moving gear?"

"For what trouble? You just need to bring it up to add and step on it to reduce. I can do it with my toes."

Linga again sighed harshly. He should have understood that Farrand's stubbornness was something he could not win in any debate.

"Come on. Put on my car and I'll get on that bike. You put that bike back in the garage and we drive around in my car." Disconnect Linga. He felt uncomfortable if too long to see Farrand doing things beyond his shadow. Like riding a motor sport by wearing a stiletto, for example.

.

.

.

Farrand giggled softly as he was dragged to a place he had once been with the Linga. A place that bears silent witness to his unilateral decision and also a place that bears witness to their quarrel for the first time.

Well...

The place did not change much, it was still as beautiful as the last time he visited. Of course, different colors are only a few that add up because of the season. Unsettled because Farrand was just dumbfounded, Lingga immediately dragged Farrand's hand and brought him under the tree they used to live in.

Bruck...

The phallus hugged Farrand from behind and pulled him to sit down. With Farrand in his lap, Lingga wrapped his hands around Farrand's waist and sniffed Farrand's neck sensually.

"Ling, do you remember? When you first brought me here, we sat under this tree, too." Farrand.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I lied to you about one thing, and I didn't think it would have come true when we got back here."

Linga's body stiffened, she stopped her kiss on Farrand's neck and rested her head on Farrand's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Fa. I shouldn't have doubted you back then." Sesal Linga.

"That's it. Without it, I wouldn't know how much you loved me, Ling."

"But now I'm the one who frowned from you, Fa."

"How much do you regret still not changing reality and giving it all back."

"You're right."

Linga and Farrand closed their eyes and each of them enjoyed a gentle gust of wind that moved slowly. The smell of spring smelled fragrant, and it made them even more washed away in the cradle of wind.

"Fa, can I ask you a question?"

Farrand nodded slowly, his eyes still closed enjoying the wind and his hand was now used to wipe the dark mane of Lingga.

"Look, it's been almost a month since we've done it, hasn't it?"

"..." - ".Farrand nodded back. He recalled about it again, and it is true, it has been a month since the incident and the nature of the phallus changed as if it avoided it.

"Didn't you feel something strange about yourself, Fa?"

"Any?"

"I mean, don't you feel nauseous or something?"

Farrand shook his head slowly, he seemed to be starting to understand the direction of the Lingga conversation.

"You know if I took it out inside many times, right?"

"Then?"

"Aren't you afraid of being here....." The phallus felt Farrand's flat stomach and Farrand smiled faintly.

"Will another life grow?" Connect Lingga.

Farrand slightly grinned, as if Lingga did not know if he was taking a preventative medicine at that time. Let it be, he wants to mess around with this a little bit. Blame it on the Lingga who seemed to avoid Farrand after the incident.

"Let's know, I don't know about it yet. Indeed what if there will be a junior Lingga here?"

"I'm, honestly not ready yet, Fa."

"If you're not ready yet, why did you take it out inside? You know, it was in my fertile days."

The face of the phallus paled, he knew quite a lot about it. He who had stayed away from Farrand continuously found out about the relationship on the Internet. And as he recalled, if doing so during the fertile period is not the possibility greater?

"Fa, don't scare me."

"Fear? What makes you feel like I'm scaring you?"

Farrand's right.

And the phallus hates that.

"No. I'm really not ready, Fa. I'm afraid, what if it really grows? I still don't have a steady job and haven't been able enough to support you and our children."

"Then promise me that you will learn to live your dreams."

"I promise. I've even told my father that I'm going to study business and be what you've been expecting me to be. I'll rule out the race and work hard for it."

"Couldn't you?"

"Yes, right. I've called my dad and I've started learning about it little by little without putting my school aside. And I've decided to continue my studies in business."

Farrand smiled, he was satisfied with Lingga's answer because he would feel a little leeway. How not? Her father once said that his father would give her leeway to choose the college majors she wanted as long as her future husband understood about business. However, his father owned a company and he was his only daughter. If it was not his daughter who inherited it, then he would have bequeathed it to his son-in-law. So said.

"How are you planning after this? You know we're on the final level, right? As long as I know the University in the city next to where we live used to be more qualified than the University of this city in the field of business and management."

"Yes. Youre right. And I've decided if I'm gonna go back there after graduating from here."

"And leave me here?"

Linga shook,

"I left you solely for our good, Fa. I'm going to go to college and study at my father's company. I think that's the fastest way I have. I wouldn't be able to do that if I were here." Lingga.

"What if a lot of things happened? What if I'm really pregnant with your child? Aren't I going to give birth before graduation?"

"If it's true, I'll marry you as soon as possible. We're moving to Halu and I'm gonna ask mom for help to take care of you. How else. I'll consider this our accident. I'll try to give you a living even though it won't be as much as your father gave you. I'm gonna take a lot of part-time work for it. Or I'll race as many races as I can with big bets."

Farrand's heart felt touched, he did not expect that actually behind the estrangement of their relationship, Lingga had thought of many things for him. He knew that the fear of the Linga was no joke, and he thought it was enough to work on it.

Sets, sets,

Farrand took the position of turning up to now he faced directly with Lingga but still sat on his lap. The phallus rests its body on the tree trunk behind it and gazes into the charming iris of her lover.

"I'm so proud of you, Ling." Farrand's Whisperers.

"What am I proud of, Fa? I can't control myself."

"You've been thinking a lot mature lately, Ling. So, I hope you really did what you said."

"You don't have to worry. Some things I've done, and the rest I'm gonna do."

"What about your obsession with that car?"

"I can challenge your father sometime. Anyway, I found the guy, I'll just hone my skills and I'll challenge him if I think I'm ready."

"Before you challenge my father, it's good that you defeat me first, Ling. My father's ability isn't playing games."

"I know. And that's what I've been thinking for a long time."

"I love you, Ling." Lirih Farrand, he brought Linga into a heady kiss until unconsciously the hand of Linga had moved to touch the body he had seen perfectly.

"Me too, Fa." They let go of the link when they felt their oxygen supply was depleted. Farrand smiled, he closed his eyes and fused their eyebrows together with gasping breath.

"I bought a tespack. You wanna try it?" Linga Whispers. Farrand shook his head slowly, he removed their forehead links and cupped Lingga's face with both hands.

"That's useless. I'm sure I'm still negative."

"Why are you sure, Fa? I'm pretty sure I took it out inside a lot of times."

Farrand shook his head again, "Nadeen once gave me a preventative medicine, at first I wanted to throw it away. But I kept it and I drank it before I did it with you."

"So?"

"I'm negative of course. I even just finished my period a day ago."

The phallus could not help its joy when it heard that from Farrand. He is grateful, at least he has not become a father in the near future.

"But even so you should still do what you mentioned earlier." Farrand.

"certain." Linga nodded steadily and began to smile thinly.

"I wanted to tell you earlier. But looking at you who seemed to stay away from me, I undo it and wait for you to come with regret. I thought I'd be a little theatrical if you kept away from me."

The phallus could not hold his hand so as not to pinch Farrand's chubby cheek. He was annoyed, how could the woman say such a thing in such a flat tone and as if it was a light thing? Didn't you know Farrand had a sleep disorder from thinking about it?

"You need to be punished, Fa. And I know what punishment I can give you." A grin formed on Lingga's face made Farrand shudder in horror. The phallus moved, but he did not release Farrand who was in his lap. Until then, he threw Farrand on the grass under the tree and locked it in his arm.

Tbc