LOVE WITHOUT SPACE
FEELS FIRST EVEN THOUGH IT IS OFTEN
Ayya still can't believe it. He recalled how Mukti's face slowly approached his face, and his fiance's wet lips slowly and gently stuck to his lips. There was no word he could call for a substitute for the taste sensation he felt back then. Hot cold for sure.
That first experience made him unable to move, because indeed he had no experience. He did not understand what to do when the man smeared his lips.
Boro-boro retaliated, not rejecting or encouraging Mukti alone was already good. Ayya kept her head down the whole way. In the car he kept remembering the incident in his room earlier.
‘Ah from this morning my lips are no longer virgin!’ ayya said in her mind.
Though all this time he has read many novels and seen on social media how people kiss lips with lips. But of course all of it was just seen or read without him feeling. This morning he began to know what happened.
“Still in mind ya Yank?” ask Mukti.
Ayya did not answer long enough. Finally he found the word to reply to the sentence of his future priest.
“When Mas first did it with whoever it was, what afterward did Mas not think?” ask Ayya carefully. Now he does not want to be angry even though Mukti should not have to question it. His name is also his first experience. Strangely that fiancee.
“You want a lie or honest answer?” ask Mukti while looking at it for a moment. He knew Ayya was looking at him.
“Whatever sweetness is a lie, it hurts more than the grievous truth,” retorted Ayya.
‘Aaamiiin,’ Ayya replied quickly in her heart.
“Like Mas how many times the story. Mas has a crush on a woman whose real Indonesian face. Mas do not like the face of the Caucasian or Indonesian face but that of some tribes who like the familiar face such as Manado so that his face is not really Indonesian because he mixed with Dutch or Chinese or whatever Because he is close to the Philippines. So Mas likes the face of Java, the face of Bali even the face of a Sumatran princess or maybe Papua. I do not like the face blasteran, it is not nJawani face, because white is it. The effect is not brown sapodilla eyesnya Indonesia. That's the version of yes. Don't be angry, it's Mas version,” explained Mukti again. Everyone has different criteria, right?
“At that High School Mas see a very Javanese-faced younger brother who really likes. Her name is Violin Ayaka all her friends call her Yaka. Rarely does he call him Vio. So when Mas Sonny said he wanted a fiancee with Yaka, Mas didn't know it was Vio!”
“Mas honestly taught him. They get her attention, because they like it. But we've never done anything. Go the rame-rame. Everywhere the rame-rame. Mas always guarded because he did not want her to smitten another man.” Mukti took a breath and turned back. He saw Ayya watching her face not move at all.
“At that time Mas did not know that he did not like Mas, he liked other men. All I know is, I like him. Mas always the same story Made how love Mas to him. Then it happened in an empty house that had been prepared by eyang Menur.”
“That's the experience of Mas first touching the girl's body. Good for hugging, kissing even directly hating him! At that time, Vio's condition was aroused heavily by drugs. No sense of deg-degan.”
“Mas kiss his lips no no sense of deg-degan, the first time to kiss him no strange taste, because he is more aggressive.” Mukti took a deep breath in recalling the events of 10 years ago.
“That's an honest confession that Mas can reveal. You ask if it will be remembered? It would be a lie to say no! But not because I was impressed. Remembered with the thought of how can I do that? How could I do that? That's what I remember all night without sleep! Not remembered with the romantic, or remembered with the sweetness, all that does not exist. So honestly the experience this morning was the first experience of Mas kissing a woman who really likes both. That's honesty from Mas,” explained Mukti.
