Mahligai Infidelity

- First Hal

That night Arkan intends to bring Wulan dinner with him at an Italian restaurant that has been on his booking since noon.

But once in the car, Wulan's eyes began to close, his head was shaken seok to hit the window of the car.

Forced Arkan to turn back to the apartment, Arkan's left hand restrained Wulan's head. He fell asleep like a fainted man.

Arriving at the apartment, Arkan takes Wulan up to the apartment and lays Wulan on his bed. He opened the thick coat that Wulan wore at that time, white sneakers then removed the scarf that was still coiled around Wulan's neck.

“Now you are in the tropics, why still wear this?”

After removing all the thick clothes from Wulan's body, Arkan covered her.

The night is not too late, Arkan decides to sit on the sofa in his room and starts to open the laptop. He should check some project reports that are being worked on by the company. He also has to check some budget he has to sign.

Overworked, Arkan ends up falling asleep on the couch with his laptop still on.

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At five in the morning Wulan woke up from her sleep. I think he slept all night. The ache in his body was now gone, his body felt light and fresh.

At that moment Wulan immediately got up from the bed. The taste of peeing, sticky body and the clothes he was wearing had been almost two days attached to his body. Wulan decided to go straight to the bathroom.

When standing, Wulan's eyes were fixed to the direction of the laptop light from the sofa at the end of the room.

“Mas Arkan? How to sleep here?”

Seeing how well Arkan was asleep. Wulan decides to take a blanket and covers Arkan's body with a blanket.

He continued to walk to the bathroom to clean his body.

It's almost six o'clock, Arkan's still asleep.

“Breakfast fried rice! Satay, roasted chicken.. hmmm.” Inner Wulan.

Wulan decided to wake Arkan up before he came out. The heavy breakfast and spicy sambal had already danced nari in his mind. Hunger instantly gnawed at his stomach, he had to rush to the kitchen to make all that food.

“Mas?” call Wulan.

“Mas?”

“Hmmm,” says Arkan

“No moving to bed? Why sleep on the couch. Does your back not hurt?” Wulan pulled the blanket from Arkan's body then pulled his hand.

“Come on, move to bed!”

After being pulled by Wulan, Arkan finally walked to the bed. Wulan helped rub Arkan's body up to the top of the bed because his eyes were still reluctant to open.

“Sleep again, I will go out to make breakfast,” said Wulan.

Not yet Wulan had time to stand up, Arkan had already pulled Wulan's body towards him.

“I miss you?”

Wulan smiled, “aku also.”

He looked into Arkan's eyes, which were still soaked.

“Emang mas sleeping what time?” ask Wulan.

His hand rubbed Arkan's eyes which were still being sucked in.

Arkan grabs Wulan's hand and then kisses him.

Wulan began to palpate his chin, the chin of which began to grow a thin beard.

“What is a job in a busy office? Not even got time to shave. And just sleep in front of laptop.”

Arkan opened his eyes then looked at Wulan. For a long time he stared at Wulan's face. Thus Wulan, he could stare at her face more clearly with such a close distance. The dim light of the room did not become an obstacle for the two to admire each other.

Without realizing the distance their faces were getting closer, Wulan had already kissed Arkan's lips. Arkan closed in on Matany enjoying the soft kiss. It was rare for Wulan to take such an initiative.

While kissing, Wulan holds Arkan's cheek then his lips.

“What are you doing? You know?-“

Muah m muah.

“It's dangerous. I can't hold-“

The kiss deepened.

“Honey, I won't hold back anymore,”

At that time Arkan had been holding Wulan's body under his arm.

Once pulled, the bathrobe strap worn by Wulan langusng detached.

Wulan wore nothing behind the bathrobe that covered her body.

Arkan's hand immediately infiltrated the bathrobe. He felt whatever was in there.

The battle is getting tougher. Arkan continues to do the action. Wulan's face stared softly at Arkan. It seems he was ready to do that. He stepped up and the ice became bigger. Making Arkan more and more blingsatan pounding Wulan's body.

They do it slowly, until the pain turns into a teak matan. The battle continued until the two arrived at the breaking point.

Arkan drooped next to Wulan's body.

bearing Arkan's arms, he hugged the sweaty body that was holding him. Arkan's heart rate sounds like a fast rhythmic drum. But it was so sweet in Wulan's ears. His head continued to crouch in the chest of his beloved field.

There was no word out of the two for quite some time. They were still enjoying the rest of the dusty feeling.

Wulan's hand even again felt Arkan's body. Starting from the neck to the chest of the Arkan field. His fingers traced every inch of the man's body.

“Still want again?” ask Arkan because it looks like Wulan is starting to revive his libido.

“You're tired,” said Wulan.

“I'm not tired.” replied Arkan.

Jemari Wulan continues to feel the arm then moves to the back of the back. His hands were stopped in a rough patch of skin extending from his back to his lower left ribs.

“This what mas?” asked Wulan in a slow but curious tone.

“Used operation,” reply Arkan.

The wulan finger again felt a line extending about two fingers from the back to near the left waist of Arkan.

“Operation?”

“Yes I did three operations that time,”

Arkan pulls the fingers of the wulan towards his head, a similar incision on the back of Arkan's head.

“In the head too?” ask Wulan.

“Clots and bleeding behind the brain,” Arkan said.

Wulan crawled up until her face was level with arkan's face.

Wulan immediately kissed Arkan's face. “Sorry I am mas,”.

“It's not your fault.”

“Same it was my fault, it happened because Arkan wanted to help me.”

“Even if I knew it was going to happen, I would still be there looking for you. So don't blame yourself anymore. Ok?”

Arkan put Wulan's fingers back on his body.

“We continue again dear, it still feels less.”

Arkan re-restrained Wulan's body, his lips began to lick the whole body of Wulan, ranging from the neck he went down to the chest to the abdomen.”

Krueekkkkrrrruuukk.

The sound of rumbling in Wulan's stomach makes Arkan stop the action.

“You hungry?” ask Arkan.

Wulan nodded.

“Last I ate yesterday at ten before boarding the plane.”

Arkan immediately woke up from his position. He then pulled Wulan's body up from the bed.

Unclothed Arkan headed for the floor where Wulan's bathrobe was thrown. He wore the bathrobe to Wulan's body.

“Our suitcase is still outside, I'll take it,” Arkan said.

“Mas,”

“Mas will come out like that?”

Wulan took the boxer pants on the bed and gave them to arkan.

“Use this.”

After putting on the boxer, Arkan immediately walked out of the room. Wulan was behind him.

Wulan walks into the kitchen and it turns out that Aunt Jenny is already there.

“Tante?” greeting Wulan who was a little surprised.

“You're awake? Come eat, already aunty panasin,” said jenny while walking to the front room.

“Arkan, where's your shirt?” jenny shouted as she watched Arkan pacing back and forth in the room with only the boxer covering his body.

Wulan was at the dinner table next to Jenny.

Jenny's eyes looked at Wulan then looked back at Arkan. He then shook his head.

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TBC…