My wife Slave of Lust

Concerts

Tonight is our night. The magnificent stage of romantic nuances is neatly arranged. The hustle and bustle of the fans sounded so jarring in anyone's sense of hearing. If it were not for God's creation, perhaps my eardrums would have been broken by their cries.

This concert was held under the open sky. Decorated by stars that are sparkling and also bathed in moonlight. Concert lights with all colors do not want to lose. His movements highlighted to and fro, as if enlivening the festive atmosphere.

As soon as the show began, the host immediately tweeted with his abilities. Greet the audience who may be impatient to see the spectacular performance of the idol band.

Me and the other guys, we're backstage ready. Waiting for a call from the host.

"Sister, have already called him, soon we appear again," I told Kak Catur who was still cool with his video call.

"Step, Ib. The children are still missing" he replied, pointing his phone screen at me. The little twin faces I knew were four years old. I waved my hand at them with a big smile. They looked enthusiastic and returned the wave of my hand with a smile no less wide.

"Om, Ibla .. om Ibla .. if you have returned home Naya souvenirs by iyah," said Naya with her distinctive slurred accent. Forgive me, that age he was good at asking for souvenirs.

"Yes .. benel, Om Ibla," continued his Naira-return.

"Yes .. yes ... What do Naya and Naira want?" I asked who followed me to talk to those adorable boys.

However, they did not have time to answer my question, the host was heard calling us to immediately enter the stage. Catur's sister was forced to unilaterally disconnect the connection, and immediately grabbed her drumstick. He walked ahead of us, because he was the most senior.

While me and the others directly followed from behind. After entering the stage, I was stunned by the enthusiasm of the audience. It was so amazing, that I myself could only shake my head - a sign of being fascinated.

We took our own positions. And the vocalist immediately grabbed the microphone and greeted them all.

During the concert my gaze swept towards the countless sea of humans. Cheers were getting louder, coupled with the voices of those who sang according to the lyrics of the song sung by our vocalists.

...💔...

"Keren, Ibra ...," continued Dori the vocalist in our band. "I am a vocalist, but he who gets a lot of flowers" he continued as if he did not accept the treatment of loyal fans.

We were at the hotel. An hour after the concert was over, we decided to come back here. It feels so tired. The concert, which lasted about two and a half hours, felt so draining of energy.

The manager deliberately booked a super large room, because every trip out of town we always wanted to be placed in the same room. Because togetherness is the principle of our band.

"That wind won't knock, bro." Kak Chess patted Dori's shoulder, then berserked on her mattress while holding a pack of kuaci as a snack. I chuckled after hearing Chess's curse.

"Hem .. when I am single even Ibra who is chased by them yes, wonder." Dori still continued to chatter as if she did not accept this fate. He immediately tore his body down on the mattress as if to indicate that he was so tortured.

"Here you go, maybe your soul mate's not in this town, Dor." Habibi began to chimed in.

"It's not a problem of soul mate, Bi. We are a concert around town. But, still Ibra who became the target," as soon as again as he threw his lips towards me.

I didn't respond much, just laughed a little, then brought all the bouquets I received from the fans and flushed Dori's body with it.

Of course, my behavior even became a material entertainment for other friends, including Dori herself. He immediately rose from the mountain of flower bouquets that hit his body, then shook his head while smiling lightly.

"Fate .. fate!"