My Blinds On The Eagle

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Without gestures and words, the young man pulled Nile's waist. Catch the girl in her tightly rested handcuffs on the mute classroom wall.

" Akhs... ", Nilam is strangled. A fresh masculine scent filled his sense of smell, making him slightly lose balance. In fact, it seems that he has forgotten how to breathe properly. Until oxygen and carbon dioxide seemed to mix in the alveoli of his lungs, making tightness in the chest.

" Nilam." Rayhan's voice was soft, but the demanding tone felt intimidating to his heart.

" Your hair is wet .. Your clothes are too. let's go home ". Nilam tried to calm down without letting go of his gaze on the pair of dark eye beads before him.

" You think.... I dare not do anything to you ?? ". Suddenly Rayhan brought his face closer to Nilam.

The girl was so nervous that she squeezed both sides of her young blue blouse hard. Rayhan's breath hit his face. Nilam's lips clenched with a slight tremble. Rayhan's gaze was so intense on her. His instincts give hints, currently ... applicable is the law of attraction styles between men and women, and he must choose the right sentence.

" How about .... kiss? ", half-whispered Rayhan said it. " Have you done it with Aldo?... or am I the first? ".

" It's none of your business!!!", suddenly Nilam's tone of voice was so obvious. The glint in the grayish bolamata was like the color of the sky when it rained in the afternoon, caught clearly by Rayhan. Makes the young man smile.

" I am the first.... ".

Without pause... with a definite movement, Rayhan gave a kiss to Nilam. At first glance, soft and warm, but enough to make Nilam gasp.

I'm the first one. Rayhan cheered once again, inwardly. In her eyes now, Nilam looked ten times prettier than usual. He was sure that the girl's cheeks, at this time must have been red. I don't know why he decided to make it even more red. A sweet and nosy smile was given to Nilam.

Meanwhile Nilam, trapped by Rayhan's arms, was too busy to put his heart in order. A thousand questions between reality and hallucinations made his chest rumble even more. Had there not been a wall on which he was leaning now, his body might have been broken helplessly.

Why are you coming closer to me? Rey... I can't breathe, don't smile like that.... My heart seemed to jump - jump from its place.. Please Rey stopped !!!!. But Nilam could not voice it.

Until then with a dazzling smile, Rayhan brought his face closer. Nilam felt a warm gust run down his face, immediately he looked away. But Rayhan's warm breath actually feels warmer, this time around his neck and ears. Makes the whole feathers crumble. With the remnants of consciousness still in his possession, Rayhan's chest was pushed with both palms of his arms. But not budging. The senses actually felt the damp wet Rayhan clothes and hard dense chest field of the young man.

While Rayhan, breathing deeply in the air around the neck of the girl who was no more than his shoulder. A sweet and gentle fragrance immediately filled his sense of smell. Just a few millimeters left to actually feel the smooth and fragrant skin of the cheeks Nile. But the push of the two palms of the girl in his face, made Rayhan persistently to not continue caressing through his lips. He mutukan still only teases Nilam.

" Come on. We go home" whispered Rayhan.

 

 

All the way home from taking Nilam, Rayhan was unceasingly smiling. Occasionally he touched his own chest which is now wrapped in a gray t-shirt. Although it feels tighter of course, because it is a little small. The T-shirt that Nilam lent him.

On the way to Nilam's house, in a quiet car because the two were silent. Several times Rayhan started sneezing and shivering a little. Making Nilam dare to look at him for a moment.

" Later change clothes first in my house.you started to catch a cold" said Nilam later.

That night was more than ten o'clock in the evening, when the two arrived at Nilam's house. It turns out that Rayhan not only gets a warm, fragrant dry shirt, but also a large glass of hot tea following a warm croissant that just came out of the roasting.

His mother Nilam is working on a large snack order that will be taken tomorrow morning. Nilam House enlivened by several workers who are busy with their respective duties. When he saw Rayhan in a damp shirt dropping off his daughter, his mother Nilam asked him to provide sweet hot tea for Rayhan.

Rayhan repeatedly smiled to himself, even he started to hum a little. The sweet, soft fragrance coming from the t-shirt she was wearing now flowed into the nasal cavity, as if into a therapeutic scent that increased the level of happiness in her heart to fold.

Meanwhile, in a room with a sleeping lamp that was still left on, Nilam had just finished changing clothes. The girl with a height of not more than one hundred and fifty-eight centimeters still did not move from the front mirror of her wardrobe.

Her tiny fingers slowly touched her lips and rubbed her slowly

If this is a dream, wake me up as soon as possible, my God. Let me not lapse for so long and drift so deep. I certainly cannot bear his pain if I expect too much.

That is the hopeful door. A sense of palpitations and happiness, not one bit eliminates the nature of his caution. Until without realizing it.

Until both of his shoulders were shaken, the roar of his breath hunted down and he was sobbed in the longing for vengeance he created himself.

" Why is this..... Rey??", he asked in the rest of the sobs.

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That morning as usual, Nilam was among the first to arrive in his class. The distance of his house which takes about thirty minutes with two angkot rides, making him accustomed to leaving at six in the morning from his home. The school will be crowded fifteen minutes later, or five minutes before the entrance bell rings.

Nilam sat on his stool, staring out through the classroom window . It was then that he saw a towering figure with hair that still looked slightly wet, for some reason half ran through the window beside Nilam and entered into the same room as him. Nilam was agitated. because the figure would soon pass him back to sit behind him as usual. And Nilam increasingly felt uneasy, because Rayhan, the figure, stood for a moment while smiling approached him.

Rayhan's footsteps are like a time bomb countdown for Nilam. The young man, still smilingly combed through the dense strands of hair that were slightly wet with his sturdy fingers. Nilam's chest is getting tighter. Less than one more bench..... Nilam held his hunting breath.

But suddenly, krieet. Rayhan sat on the bench beside him. In the front row of the Nilam bench is. The girl looked at the back of the field of the young man. When the young man turned his head. Rayhan smiled

" From here, I can see you clearly, at any time I want" Rayhan said later with a teasing smile. Nilam remained silent.

" Nil "

" No need" answered Nilam quickly.

Suddenly Rayhan stood up from his seat, walking surely towards Nilam. Loading the girl to stand up straight be alert. Rayhan chuckled amusedly looking at him. With one move, he sat on the bench in front of Nilam and faced directly at the girl. His nosy smile made Nilam even more wrong.

" Last night... ". Stupid.. rutuk Nilam in heart, regretting the selection of the word he used.

" Last night, proof that Nilam was made with Rayhan", sounded confidently said Rayhan.

" No.." Nilam later. " Forgot the incident last night.assume it never happened "

" Why ???".

Nilam did not immediately reply, he stood up and momentarily looked at the confused-looking Rayhan.

" You two are. enough! stop playing me "

Rayhan gasped at Nilam's words. It quickly grabbed Nilam's hand that was about to pass leaving him. A little violently Rayhan made a jerking motion restraining Nilam, making the girl forced to stop her steps. Surprised and grimacing withstood the pain due to Rayhan's overpowering grip

" I never played you ". Rayhan decisively said it, leaving Nilam helpless and lost in a pair of dark eyes that looked at him deeply.