Pursuing My Love of Hands

Byan's phrase

The gaze in Byan made Mara unable to pucker. Especially now that his chest was right in front of Byan's face. Maybe now Byan can hear the irregular rhythm of Mara's heartbeat.

"Mas, what are you doing?" Mara tried to neutralize her heart.

"You want to miss me?" Byan still doesn't want to let Mara go. Although the current Mara gelagat already shows that he wants to be released immediately.

"What should I miss?" Mara tried to throw her gaze in the other direction. No longer dare to look into Byan's eyes for longer.

"Eum," Byan traced every inch of Mara's face area that fascinated her. His mind was floating around imagining something.

"Basic pervert!!" Mara flicked Byan's forehead with her finger.

"You're not sorry? You sure?" Tanya Byan reassures Mara while holding her forehead which was flicked by Mara.

"Mas, if I eat you then you'll be out!"

"What's wrong, if it'll make you satisfied!" Byan won't lose.

"You better eat that fried rice!" Mara orders with a tone up an octave.

"I'll eat it after you eat me" replied Byan, not yet willing to release Mara from his lap.

"You are!" Mara is feeling bad. Even Byan did not also release himself even though he had done various ways.

The cup!

Out of nowhere, Mara landed her lips on Byan's cheek. It was not that Byan's face had turned reddish, it was the opposite. Mara is the one who is ashamed.

"What was that?" Byan held the chin of the ranum that was now in front of him.

"Mas, let me go!" Pinta Mara could no longer stand by Byan's attitude by setting her sights on the wall.

"One more time,"

"What?"

Byan pointed at her cheek, hoping that Mara would understand her point.

"No!" Mara refused.

"If so, I won't let you out!"

"Mas, stop messing around?"

"Mara, from the beginning I told you, I'm not playing around with my words!" Really, tonight she'd love to spend some time with Mara.

"Tomorrow I will go" continued Byan again. He tried to say something Mara didn't know.

"I know," replied Mara casually. Because it was at the funeral, he had heard that Byan would go to Papua. Even if she remembers Byan crying, Mara wants to laugh instead.

"You know? What's?" Ask Byan again in disbelief.

"You're going to Papua, aren't you?" mara answered with confidence.

"You already know, so let me ..."

Mara immediately removed Byan's hand from her chin. He also removed the Byan grip from his hip. After all feeling loose, he also moved from the lap of Byan at this time.

"Take your food," Mara sat right across from Byan. That way, Byan can no longer disturb or tease him.

Mara accompanied Byan to eat fried rice until it was not left. Not in the least, if Mara's cooking is so alluring to her tongue.

"You're good at cooking" said Byan after he finished sipping water.

"I'm good at everything" Mara prides herself.

"really? If so, would you ..."

"Don't ask for a no-no Mas" Mara cut off at Byan's unfinished speech. He was sure, behind the unfinished words of Byan, there was an unfathomable continuation.

"Mara, are you okay if I go?"

"Sure," answered Mara briefly.

"Although I'm going far?" Byan asked again.

"Yes, it doesn't matter to me,"

"But, that's a problem for me, Mara," Here it seems like only Byan can't get far from Mara.

"Mas, you go to work. Aren't you used to getting out of town?"

"Mara, it feels like I want to take you with me," Byan had already shown his lesion face.

"Who am I to go with you, Mom?"

Mara's question made Byan aware. He has not yet made clear what their relationship really is.

"Mas, it's night you better get home soon," Mara tried to shift the topic. The question he had asked just now actually became a bombardment for himself.

"Mara," Byan moved from his seat, leaning his body on the dining table right where Mara's chair was. Both positions are now close to each other.

"Mara, tell me if you want a confession, too?" Byan stared at Mara's face. But Mara threw her eyes away in the other direction. Things Mara always does to avoid Byan. It was also used to further neutralize his heart this time.

"Look at my eyes, Mara," Byan grabbed Mara's chin back to look her in the eye.

"Mas, heumpt ..."

Without further ado and do not want to waste any longer, Byan immediately scooped his lips ripe with a layer of nude lipstick. Gently Byan******* slowly lip it to make the eyes closed to each other.

"You don't want to admit it?" Asked Byan with a breath that was still hunting after successfully getting a soft kiss on Mara's lips.

Mara no longer knows what is happening to her. Byan's touch could not be rejected by his body that felt increasingly weakened.

"Mara, don't lie to me," Byan turned his head toward Mara.

But Mara immediately dodged and rewinded her body a little so that Byan did not touch her.

"Mas, I don't yet know what my heart really is. Honestly, when I'm close to you I feel a little comfortable, but ..."

"But what? Why is there a word but if you're comfortable with me??" Byan did not understand Mara's current thinking.

"Mas, maybe this is too soon," Mara went back to looking for an excuse.

"Okay, I'll give you some time. How long do you need?"

Mara was still silent, she could not answer Byan's question.

"Even you can't answer, Mara do I have to marry you right now?" Byan was impatient again, he immediately grabbed the nape of Mara's neck and regained the ripe lips.

"Heumptttt," Mara tries to remove her lips with Byan. But Byan did not let go of it. Byan even further expanded his exploration by biting Mara's lower lip until her mouth was open. It was at this time that Byan played his tongue tracing every mouth cavity of Mara.

After succeeding, Byan also played all his skills to create satisfaction for him and also for Mara.

A few seconds, after both of them felt out of breath, Byan released his pagutan. With a gasp of breath, either Mara or Byan looked back at each other.

"I love you, Mara," said Byan right by Mara's ear.

The deg!!

The expression of love from Byan made Mara's body vibrate violently. Between believing and not believing, but he still mutely did not reply with any words.

Byan again softly kissed the ranum lips, then he kissed Mara's forehead slowly and a little long.

"Asmara, I'm not forcing you to answer now. Because I'll keep waiting until you're really ready!"

Not do not want to get an answer from Mara immediately, but Byan felt he had to give understanding to Mara. He knew that Mara was still worried and did not trust herself completely.

"I don't want you to rush, I just want you to really see my sincerity and sincerity" Byan again dyed the top of Mara's head. I don't think he wants to let Mara go tonight. Because tomorrow he has to leave, and he doesn't know when he's coming back.

Byan grabbed the phone in his pants pocket, then he handed the phone to Mara.

"For what?" Mara asked confusedly.

"Give me your phone number" Byan hoped Mara would give her phone number so that later she could more freely contact Mara.

Mara smiled, without further ado she dialed her twelve-digit phone number on Byan's phone.

"Mara," Kamila's voice from the outside has now been heard a sign that he has returned from Arisan.

"I-yes, Mom," Mara's feelings became fearful. Afraid that her mother would know what she had just done with Byan at the dinner table.

Unlike the Byan who looks relaxed and calm.

"Mom, I'm waiting for Mom to come home," Byan shook her ex-laws' hands.

Kamila only nodded with a friendly smile on Byan.

"Mom, tomorrow I will go to Papua. All of you want to say goodbye" said Byan.

"Alright, watch out, Son Byan,"

Mara drove Byan to the front gate of her house, Byan stared at Mara's face for so long. He even wanted to kidnap Mara and put her to bed tonight. But, there is still a lot of consideration for Byan. Not to mention Abinya's problem, he would definitely not like if he knew Byan and Mara were still meeting.

"Take good care of yourself, Mara" Byan told Mara for the last night.

After saying goodbye, Byan headed to his car. He turned on the car horn once as a sign of farewell.

Asmara stared at the metallic black car that was now getting lost from her sight. Then he immediately locked the gate and entered the house.

"He said goodbye as if he were going away for so long" Asmara muttered as she shook her head slowly remembering Byan's words. Without him knowing, actually Byan will indeed leave in a long time. Even Byan himself did not know when he could return to Jakarta.