One Heart 2 LOVE

Bandung

Arka: Don't think the Boss can't style either.

"I'm sorry yesterday I took it to the tomb. Not to take it to a hotel or a restaurant. Abis wants to take her to the hotel will have to ask permission from her father first." Arka, that man is getting bolder. He put his hand on his stomach from behind. Keep his chin on Sekar's shoulder. Disturbing Sekar who is busy cooking for lunch.

"Gakpa. I haven't been to Dad's grave in a long time. Thank you, brother," said Sekar without shifting his focus.

Arka took off her circle of hands. He snapped a finger, "How about tonight we go to the hotel?" Ask Arka.

Sekar looks cradled. The hotel? Tonight then? Mean.... Shaking loudly. She had promised herself and others that she was ready to be a real wife.

"Come," said Sekar final. Make Arka's face sparkle.

****

Like there is no patience. That's how Arka is currently packing her things that she wants to bring to the hotel. So much and so much chaos. Like being afraid to miss a plane.

The plan is they will stay at one of the hotels in Bandung. Green Forest Hotel (Mimin has been here. It is a beautiful place:v). Hotel with a natural feel that is so refreshing. Besides that, it is also healthy. The number of well-maintained trees makes the air in Bandung there to be fresher than in urban areas. Not demanding much. He just wants.

The couple requested 7 days of leave at the office. At first Sekar refused because the 7 days were too long. Learn to go broke his name if 7 days and 7 nights at the hotel. But Arka doesn't care. He really wanted to enjoy his time together with Sekar.

"O Allah is so much? It's only 7 days. Not 7 months," Sekar was astonished at how much Arka packed clothes.

Usually, women carry a lot of things. It's just the opposite.

Anyway, Arka asked Sekar to stop calling him 'Mas' and just call him a name. It might sound a little disrespectful. But that's Arka's request. He said if called Mas like a herbalist plus looks older.

"Just in case. If you do not want to wear that shirt, wear this shirt" said Arka while showing her clothes.

"No, I love the concept. Go to the hotel and bring the necessary clothes. If you do not want to use for what," Sekar tried to warn.

"Why will I-huh? Whatwasthat? Darling?" Arka ears a lot of dirt.

Sekar Silenced, "The words that are not pleasant to hear cannot be said twice."

"Oh, is that it?"

Arka stopped her activity of putting on her clothes. He approached Sekar. His fingers were in motion like people were about to tickle. He smiled grinning.

Now back off, but still not laughing. Saw Arka who was about to chase after him.

"What do you want?" Sekar asked as Arka crawled towards him. Willing to tickle Sekar.

"What do you want? Want to piss on your pants."

With anxiety Arka tickled Sekar's stomach until the girl giggled. Laugh out loud to roll on the bed.

"Grive me!!!" Sekar screech loudly. But Arka didn't care. It's getting tighter tickling Sekar. I even cried because I laughed.

"Geez, yes, bring a dresser!"

"No. But what do you call me?" Arka stopped tickling Sekar. Now the position of Arka is above Sekar. Somehow the story. Maybe because Sekar rolled around and made Arka to be on it.

"Hmm what did you call that?" She rolled her eyes, "Forgot."

Arka continued her action. Until both of them stopped with their breath cut off. Now, the girl is bored. Tired of being tickled by the Ark. Arka, the man stopped with a breath of breath. Cape for tickling Sekar.

The two stared at each other's beads. Very deep. No one opens the sound. Just heard the roar of breath. The atmosphere was suddenly quiet but hot. Especially Arka. The man who is now on top of Sekar.

"Blue?"

"Yes?"

"Can ya?"

Sekar nodded. I don't know what Arka meant.

Slowly, Arka lowered her head. Holding the girl's two arms outstretched on a mattress--on the edge of her head. Slowly, very slowly. Until it reaches the runway.

The two lips have fused into one. The two are closed to each other. Feel each other's warmth. It feels the same as that time. The difference, this time without demands or coercion. Voluntarily, obviously. Enjoy every movement and movement. Sharing the warmth of the breath.

The head suddenly disappeared. Clear mind somewhere. There is only one taste that Arka and Sekar taste. Don't know how to explain it.

Arka occasionally turns her head to the right position and then to the left. Without opening his eyes. Or release their prey. Sekar who plays as a victim just enjoy it. After the it--

"Sir Arka the car is ready!" Oh Allah Waluyo. Just interrupt the business!

Spontaneously the two rose up in surprise. Tidying each other's clothes. She shrank the corners of her slightly wet lips. Arka standing. Grabbing suitcase. Zipped.

"Next at the hotel" passed by. Arka peeking Sekar short. There was a beautiful smile on the lips of the girl. He smeared his lips. Closed his eyes. Want to scream as loud as possible

"Arkaaaa I'm a baperrrr!!!" Never mind. Sekar can't help it.

****

It takes 5 hours from Jakarta to Bandung until finally both have arrived at the Green Forest hotel.

After the chek-in, the two entered the hotel room. The first thing they saw was trees. A beautiful wooden house.

"Cold hum yes," Sekar hugged his body.

Arka brought her face closer to Sekar's face. Wrap something up, "It's gonna be a warm night." Directly got a light blow from Sekar.

"It looks like your hands must be taught so as not to easily hit people," explained Arka while holding Sekar's cheek.

"Your mouth must also be taught so that it is not easy to fight," said Sekar plotting his eyes.

"If you're angry, how do you make a child?" Arka muttered to herself with a slight whisper.

"What?" Tanya Sekar did not listen.

"No-no. Look around first yuk."

Arka holding Sekar's arm. Then out. (BTW lobby for check-in at this hotel outdoor loh)

It's afternoon. They left early this morning from Jakarta. Alhamdulillah. Smooth travel. Arka and Sekar survived.

Arka holding Sekar's hand. Letting the girl's fingers interlock with her fingers. He waved his hand. Enjoy every step of walking beside Sekar. Occasionally glanced towards Sekar. Just to tuck his hair behind his ear.

"That's arka!" Sekar pointed to a street vendor. Or a merchant on the side of the road.

Right, they're on foot. Not using a car. Arka wants to enjoy the afternoon atmosphere of Bandung city. Spending every afternoon with Sekar.

"You want that?" Ask Arka. Just nods quickly. His eyes are so sparkling. It was a siomay merchant.

"Come," Arka enthusiastically invited.

"I did not expect Viona to choose abroad just to avoid you," Just opened the topic. There are actually many other things to talk about. It's just that Sekar is wanting to talk about that.

"me too. But there's good. I was worried that Viona was here. Worry he's what you are." Arka inserts a son of Sekar's hair. Then rub the head of the girl.

"That's tuangeuna" said the siomay merchant who had come with two plates of siomay. "Sing recipe alias I hope you like. Hehe," his snickering then sauntered from there after tidying up the napkin hanging on his shoulder.

"Do you like siomay?" Ask Sekar with the next eyebrow raised. Although Arka likes home-cooked food. But Sekar never knew whether Arka liked siomay or not.

"Like. Nih loi," the man put a spoonful of siomay into his mouth. Making Sekar chuckle.

"Thank you for bothering me to Bandung continue to this hotel," Sekar has not put a mouthful of food into his mouth. He was enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of him--Arka who was greedily eating siomay.

"Repots? Don't know. I just don't like the horror. I'd rather you say 'Mas Arka often take me to the hotel, '" Arka said, mimicking the female voice at the end of the word.

Shearingly moved her hand. Swiping the peanut seasoning that is in the corner of the Arka lips. Sekar's head tilted. He enjoys every inch of Arka's good looks.

"Pantes Siska likes you. You are handsome" said Sekar.

"Yes dong. Eating her child later should be handsome like her Papa. Good as his Mamah," said Arka.

"Are you full to see me doang? Eat Sekar," Arka took siomay on Sekar's plate using her spoon. Put it in the girl's mouth. Which was well received by Sekar.

"Where are you going? Want to go for a walk or go straight to a hotel room?"

Seemed to think. Viewing around. "What if we walk until night? Will we be home for the night?"

Arka agreed. He nodded. Then continue the meal quickly to run out quickly and can immediately walk with Sekar.

****

The man really did not want to let go of Sekar's hand. In his hands strong. Occasionally he wrapped his sturdy hands around the slender waist of Sekar without regard for other pedestrians.

"Looky turk!" Just pointing in a direction. There is a small concert there. There was a large banner that read 'Bazar Amal through Talent'. Seemed enthusiastic. He was interested in the event where there was a young man who was singing using a guitar on a small stage with a tumblr lamp garnished.

There were many visitors who stood and watched people sing. Follow and sing while waving his hands to the right and to the left.

Arka fulfilled Sekar's wish. They both walked to the place. Sekar screeched in excitement. He clapped his hands. Even prancing in place.

"The vocalist tampann. His voice is melodious" Sekar told the man in front who was strumming his guitar and singing a mellow romance song.

"Iiih Arka the song is really good. He's cool," Just prancing on the spot. Occasionally squeezing Arka's clothes. While Arka----- the man looked annoyed and irritated as Sekar praised the other man for not even caring about him. Suddenly forget the world. Forgetting that she was with her possessive and jealous husband half-dead.

"I think I'm su-"

Just looking to the side. He flirted to and fro when he did not find Arka in his place. The man disappeared in just the blink of an eye. Though the feeling was Sekar holding his shirt.

"Lho's? Which arka?" Ask Sekar while looking around. Nil. He did not find Arka. Where did arka run? The new time is so upset continue to leave Sekar? Sekar in the carpenter siomay just know the taste you know.

"OK good afternoon everyone to my friend Bandung who was present at this event," the baritone voice of the person who was on stage.

"So today we have a special guest who said he would like to donate his voice." Voice ceased. He whispers.

"OKAY. This man is going to sing for a special woman in his life" the MC whispered.

"not female. Meaning angel. An angel who transformed into a beautiful woman named...."

"Strong."

Just know that voice. Now I know who it is. Then Sekar turned his head to the stage. There, he could see the man who had been beside him. The man who disappeared suddenly. The man who made Sekar worried.

Sekar rounded his eyes when he saw Arka standing on the stage holding a guitar. Sekar gave Arka the code to get the man down. Instead of going down, Arka pulled the mic and brought it closer to her face. Start picking the guitar. Sing a song with a sweet voice.

Don't go tonnage

Stay here one more time

Remid me what it's like

And let's fallin love, one more time

I need you now, by my side

It tears me up, when you turn me down

I'm begging please, just stick around

I'm sorry, don't leave me

I want you here with me

Don't say that your love is gone

The man plucked the strings of the guitar with certainty. Following the tune. It gives off a beautiful, sweet voice. But his eyes could not be separated from the long-haired beautiful girl who was now looking at him with a passionate feeling.

One that knows. Arka is a cold CEO. It was never implied in his mind that Arka could play guitar, sing and sound melodious.

The girl is confused. Her husband's distinctive voice was able to hypnotize her and make Sekar freeze.

The sound of applause rang out. Echoing. Followed by the whistling and screaming voices of the women.

Arka came off the stage. Approaching Sekar. Grab the girl's hand. Kissing the back of his hand. Peaceful and filled with tenderness, "I'm sorry. Don't leave me, Sekar."

Sekar is powerless. Seeing all the romance that Arka gave. Just singing and playing guitar on stage.

"I love you" two words that could destroy Arka. Sekar hugged him. He held the man's body. He gave her no permission to breathe. No matter what eyes are on him right now.

****

"I guess you are usually just the business of the doang office," said Sekar who had returned to walking.

"No dong. Arka was also young. My youth was not spent just taking care of company files. I used to sing with Arnold."

Just stop the steps, "Arnold? How can you be with Arnold?" Arka puffed her lips tightly. Hurriedly he embraced Sekar's shoulder. Bring him back to walk.

There is a strange feeling. But he doesn't know what it is. I also never asked. Because at this time he really wants to have fun with Arka.

Neneng Sekar time in Bandung

Cuss. Want to come to Bandung?