Mahligai Infidelity

- Comfortable Feelings

At one noon Wulan was seen pacing back and forth in the middle room. His head occasionally turned to a room. The room that used to be a storage room for valuables uncle Richard is now made office space by Arkan.

While the valuables of Uncle Richard are now scattered in the living room.

Bi narsih who is happy is not a bitch. That day he got the task of arranging goods from the storage room to be arranged neatly. The spacious room that was filled with wood carving furniture is now increasingly dense. There's almost no way for a human.

Moments later, a postman went back and forth and lifted five boxes into Arkan's room.

With curiosity Wulan finally entered the new workspace. His eyes looked at what new things Arkan had bought.

Two computer devices, a printer machine and some small electronics such as speakers and modems.

“Mas?” call Wulan.

“Hmmm,” Arkan only answered the potluck because at that time he was busy connecting the CPU cable to the monitor cable.

Because only Daniel helped, the two men looked quite overwhelmed with a large number of cardboard items and file folders on the table.

“Mas? Want help not?” wulan offered himself.

“Don't, your hand still hurts,” reject Arkan. Actually Wulan's sick hand is just an excuse.

“I can help arrange or tidy up the goods?” ask Wulan again.

“Not to be tired later,” reject Arkan again.

“Or anyone want to type in mas? Don't need energy if just doang?” Wulan is trying to believe Arkan.

“You can not be tired, fear of pain in your hands relapse how?” said Arkan who is indeed clumsy does not allow Wulan to enter there.

“I'm tired of just watching tv every day,” he said while putting on a pouty face.

Arkan did not comment on Wulan. He is still focused on installing electricity to the computer.

“Mas?”

“Why?” ask Arkan patiently.

“You help mas.”

“No need, I no longer need help.”

“But I want near mas.”

Wulan's remarks managed to attract Arkan's attention. Arkan looked at Wulan.

“Here a lot of data about grandfathers kidnapped. And if he knew Ani was now dead from being killed. He'll definitely think. Not as good as her Wulan did not see this,” Inner Arkan.

“Do not now, you should watch or you can walk in the back garden,”

With a feeling of annoyance Wulan returned to the front of the tv. Without turning on the tv he just sat on his arm with a sullen face while occasionally staring resentfully at Arkan's room.

“Bi?” call Wulan.

“Aibi, busy very called ga noleh,” said Wulan was still upset.

“Why Nyah. From a busy time just pacing mandir ga clear.” sahut bi Narsih and directly approached Wulan.

“It turns out that Arkan when he was busy, his mind was just a job. He forgot, he said today to take the road,” said Wulan.

“Maybe it was an urgent job Nyah.”

“I can't be bi, I can't go into his room. Though I already offer help.”

“Daddy, most because lord Arkan does not want madam tired.”

“Have it been, I said anything about Arkan mas still in belain aunty.” Wulan got out of her chair and walked upstairs.

“Lah Nyah, how come? It was wrong aunt. Yes meningan aunty continued work.”

Wulan did not go to his room, at that time he continued to go to the door at the very end of Arkan's room.

“Pa, ma, until now Wulan has not found grandfather. It has been a few months since Grandfather disappeared, should Wulan just give up? But with grandfather's condition, is it possible that grandfather survived without medical treatment until now? And also Grandfather's estate is currently in Brian's hands. If Wulan gets divorced with her can the plantation Wulan get? Pa, ma, or should Wulan not just get divorced? ….”

Wulan kept staring at the photos of her parents until she finally fell asleep on Arkan's bed.

I don't know since when Wulan can feel so good sleep. The softness of the armband that occasionally rubs his back makes him more complacent in warm embrace. Every now and then the air hit his face, the scent of the late man's body was always hugging him. The man who always makes him feel comfortable as he spills all his grievances and hardships. Arkan always made her feel a beautiful dream.

“Mas Arkan,” Wulan delirious while smiling.

“Yes dear,” sahut man in his dream.

“No no, this is not a dream. Her voice feels so real.”

Between conscious and unconscious Wulan begins to sense the fact that Arkan's hand was holding her at the time.

“Wake up,” says arkan.

Spontaneous Wulan's eyes immediately opened. “What are you doing here?”

Arkan only smiled as he rubbed Wulan's forehead which looked wrinkled. “This is my room, it's only natural that I'm here.”

Wulan's eyes turned to the roof of the room, the room was indeed not her room. Apparently he fell asleep in Arkan's room while looking at an old photo album.

“Yes this is not my room, apparently I fell asleep here, sorry mas.”

Wulan was about to get up, but Arkan hugged her even tighter.

“Didn't he say you wanted to be near me? Now I'm this close. Enjoy,” Arkan said as he buried Wulan's head in his arms.

Wulan's face flushed red, she was a little embarrassed. The point of his words was for Arkan to let him help his work.

But the feeling of warm, calm and comfortable so felt, the aroma of Arkan's body is very fragrant. The masculine-scented parfume. Wulan inhaled deeply then wrapped her hands around Arkan's body.

“Mas, I love this scent,” said Wulan who deliberately sniffed Arkan's body.

“What mas always seharum this?” ask Wulan.

“Harum?”

Wulan smiled as she looked up at Arkan's face. As long as he knew Arkan this was probably the first time he had ever looked at every curve on his face. His bony fingers involuntarily moved to a pure white face. The fine book fur began to grow on the chin and around the jaw, his lips were perfect, his eyebrows were thick revealing the prowess of a real man.

Wulan stroked the eyebrows, nose and then the lips. He was amazed at how much Arkan had such incredible looks. During this time, he regarded Arkan as only a family, brother and even an elder brother. But that day, for the first time Wulan's heart rippled. The man before her was so alluring. Especially when the lips he touched singly a thin smile.

“Satisfied see it?” A soft yet slashing voice came out from those lips.

“Not yet,” replied Wulan origin.

Arkan opened his eyes then returned Wulan's gaze. “If it's like this, I want to kiss you.”

Without further ado her lips landed gently on Wulan's lips.

“Still want to look at me!” ask Arkan.

Wulan nodded slowly.

The soft kiss that was just a glance is now getting deeper.

“Again?” arkan.

Wulan just kept silent while continuing to look at the face that now did not tell a single inch of his face.

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TBC…