Not the Riding Prince

Stories in Bathtub

Uh! it feels like my body is all crumbled. I stretched my body. Time shows at 03:00 in the morning.

"She said the show was simple. What is simple? thousands of guests are coming. Super grand and extravagant." I laid my body on the bed in the hotel where we had a party.

After all, he is a person with colleagues everywhere. Reasonable I guess.

"Miss. Excuse me."

"Yes, what's wrong?" lazy answer.

"We clean the body first. I prepared warm water with a therapeutic aroma. Miss will feel relaxed."

"Stop calling me Miss, there's no President in this room. Relax it."

"Call her Madam. Have you forgotten that she's already my wife."

Hadeuhhhhh. What else is this?

"Ba-good, President. We're sorry."

"Comeout. Let him rest."

"good. Excuse me, President."

Whahuh? I'm just the two of you now. Uh! take it easy, the contract says that I can't touch it.

"Come, wakeup. Clean your body up."

"Why did you expel them, President? aren't they the ones in charge of taking care of my body? I don't even know which bottle is for the body, which one I should wear first."

"Just soak. It'll make you fresh."

"Can I rest for a while? it felt so tired ...," I said. Drowsiness makes me fall asleep.

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I feel my face warm. My eyes closed but I could feel the glare. It felt like the light was piercing my eyeball. It seems like the sun has been rising for a long time.

Slowly I opened my eyes. Vaguer.

"God! just surprised." I was surprised when my eyes were perfectly rounded, I saw him in front of my face so close.

"Is your sleep good?" tanyakanya. I didn't answer. Trying to get up.

His hand pulled my body back to where it was. We faced each other and looked at each other. Eyes ... O, my goodness.

"What's wrong? are you amazed to see me?" goda. "You're like a carcass when you're asleep. In fact, you don't even realize what I've done. Ckck!"

"What are you doing, President? not in covenant, we must not touch one another. Then?"

"In the written contract the woman should not touch the man at will" he explained.

"What?" does that mean he can touch me himself? and .. wait, wasn't it written yesterday that I shouldn't touch her at all?

"I've changed our contract. Now, get up and take a shower."

"How can I take a bath if your hands hold my body, President?"

"Ah, sorry, I forgot. Please." He lifted his hand from my back which he had been holding.

I'm up. Get down on the bed and walk to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and found myself so 'destroyed'. Lion-like hair, a face with black eyes and a sinking aunt. Why is it like this? ckk! I shook my head to see my body.

I turned my body in front of the mirror. And ... Holy hooch! why is my shirt a nightgown? didn't I still wear the reception dress last night? complete with jewelry and–, what do-don't ....

I immediately looked. Raising the corner of my lips upwards. Eyes bulging with hands that track the waist.

"Why? can a husband change his wife's clothes? never mind, now go to the bathroom. Cleanse your body and face, it's scary." He looked so relaxed with the newspaper in his hand. Sitting on the sofa with legs hitching each other.

"I'll make you regret marrying me, President." I'm bluffing.

"Do whatever. Now take a shower."

I snorted annoyed. Reversing the body and walking with a deliberate step on strong press.

Ahhh .. It feels very comfortable. Soak in warm water after a day and night stand welcoming guests.

I closed my eyes trying to enjoy. The aroma of therapy in this bathroom adds to the sense of comfort. I occasionally rub my arms and body. A little massage to relax.

"Is it comfortable?" I jumped in shock. When Jun came with his hand that touched my shoulder.

She's quiet. Looked at without blinking. The still shocked me could only stare at him in annoyance. I felt astonished as he stared for so long without blinking.

"Goddessa ...." I immediately sat back down, immersing the body into the bathtub. What's wrong with me? clearly he glared at me looking at my body without a thread attached. It felt like my whole body was heating up. You want to drown in the North Pole. Hicks!

"Why? isn't that part of my right?"

What am I supposed to do? he was right. But ....

"Come here!" He pulled my body hard. Until my body fell in her arms which were not covered by anything. Since when was he in the bathtub?

"Reverse." He pushed my body and I turned my back on him. "I'm going to massage your shoulders and back, I'm sure yesterday was exhausting."

I tried to hold my breath as her soft hand held onto my shoulder. He began to massage so softly. And I enjoyed it very much.

"President, did you previously work as a masseuse? why are you such an expert."

"Hm. Your massage fits perfectly."

"I used to massage my mother when she was tired. She always told me which parts I should massage, how much pressure I should put on."

"Bad. So it looks."

"If he's still here, I think he'll like you a lot."

"Why?"

"Because ..." His hand stopped massaging. I heard him exhale so strongly, as if there was a burden he wanted to throw away along with the breath he was breathing out.

"Don't continue ji–."

"It's okay. I want to tell you everything."

"Alright, I'll be a good listener, President."

"Then, when I was going to sleep he always scratched my head slowly so I could sleep. When sad, mom always massages all my fingers one by one while telling stories. I couldn't eat much rice, I could only eat two tablespoons of rice at most." he massaged my nape slightly up to the head. It's really delicious.

"Then what do you eat? a potato? bread? the wheat? the yam? or boiled cassava?"

"No. Not that." he stopped massaging. It seems he moved to pick something up. How many seconds later, he went back to massaging with something that felt cold in the head. Whatisthis? Bodo it! the important thing is good in the head.

"Mother was creative, she made back and forth rice mixed with vegetables that I didn't like at all. Fill it with meat or cheese. In fried with panir flour. And I can eat it in large quantities. That's why my body is so fat."

Fat guy?

I pulled her hand that was focusing on massaging her head. I saw that his hands were not fat, although they looked very strong and stocky.

"Not fat at all."

The sprawler! He's pinching my head. "That was before."

"Ah, yes. I forgot, President."

"Is this sick?" he massaged my back.

"Yes, last night it was really hot. Like someone giving birth."

"Have you ever given birth?"

"Yet. It's just, people say when they want to give birth, the back feels so hot. Maybe this is what it feels like."

"The person gave birth to it, not the back that hurts. But, this." He massaged my waist.

"Well, yeah, that. President, can you massage rather strongly in that section. It hurts so much."

"What's? you rule me?"

"Not ruling, what's wrong with the wife asking her husband for help."

"Oh, it's brave apparently."

"Here you go, don't argue. Continue story. I want to know more about my mother-in-law. Just hearing her story, I can feel how good she is."

Jun massaged my waist rather strongly than before. I'm just smiling.

"President, why did your mother die?"

There was no answer, along with stopping her back massage. I'm speechless. Maybe I'm talking wrong. Is he gonna strangle me again now? or am I gonna drown him in here?

For a long time he was silent. I was the one who slightly grabbed the body - afraid he would hit or hurt me, but he was silent.

I hold the body. "President, I asked ma–" I fell silent as soon as I turned around and saw what happened to Jun.

"Jun, I'm sorry." I felt so guilty when I saw her cry. His face was flat however, his eyes revealed such a deep wound. Aishhh, why do I have to ask like that?

I approached. Caressing face. "Oh, don't be sad. I know, your mother must be happy there, yeah." I tried to calm her down. He was still silent with tears.

I took his hand slowly. Massaging her fingers seems like what her mother did-that's what she told me.

"President, do you know? when I was a kid, I lived in a remote village. Our lives are very happy. My mother always prepared breakfast in the morning. 'Eat the full, let's not snack', that's what he always said. Our lives are very poor. I never snack at all, clothes only rely on gifts from neighbors who have not been used." I sighed, it felt crowded.

"My mother is also no longer in this world, she died. That's where my life is like hell. I was not strong with the departure of my mother, decided to move to Jakarta. Well, I'm here, you start gambling and drinking, did you see that scar on my back?" I looked at Jun. "That's an ironing scar. You'll be like a man in a trance when you lose a gamble."

I can't hold back my tears. Remembering the past, like sprinkling salt water on a new wound.

"President," I looked up head-on at him. "I often eat food that neighbors throw in the trash. I also often steal cat food that neighbors give to wild cats around rented, he will give the cats rice with their used fish to eat." I started to sob.

"They say 'it's better to feed an animal than to feed a drunk's child'. Naturally they hate me, because you often make trouble." I wiped the tears that had come out so much. "That's why I'm willing to comply with your wishes. For me, this is nothing. Even if I had to die in your hands, I would feel grateful, at least I live a luxurious life and eat well."

I don't know, it feels so light hearted. He was the first to hear my life story. Crying as much as spilling all the burdens on the heart, it feels good.

"It feels so light." I went back to massaging his fingers. "I've never had a friend before. This is my first time telling a story with someone."

Jun pulled his hand. Now, he's the one who massaged my finger. He focused on luring my finger, without looking at my face at all.

The cup!

I peeked at his head. She's looking. "Thank you, President." Although I do not know what you want, until this moment I am very grateful for all that you give.

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