Ravana's Note: Scandal
Ravana Note 57: Extra 2
Sita rubbed her hands nervously. She has changed clothes, has removed her makeup, even she is currently wearing her favorite hoodie. His long hair as waist he stalls just like that.
He stared out the window, into the silence of the night.
Eyang Gandhes Villa on Merapi Slope, the air is very cold but the residents inside are warm-hearted.
But it was not enough to make the nervousness of the 17-year-old girl disappear.
“Jeez, I'm someone's wife now,” whispered she was nervous. “Mamah, I'm really scared,”gumamnya.
But after thinking about it again...
He's afraid of what?
Her husband was someone she had known for a long time.
Every day they live in the house.
Every day they work together.
Every day they talk about things.
Afraid what?
“That's not afraid of what...may be afraid that..” Sita glanced up at the bed, then instantly her face flushed red. “Thinking slob me,”
And he cleared his throat, breathing again.
At that moment Ravana opened the door of the room and went inside.
“Hei, bengong aja,” saya Ravana.
Sita looked at him sharply.
“What?” ravana asked with a questioning look.
“Normally enter the bride's room said : Hi baby, or my beloved Adindaku, how are youuuu?”
“Having seen what other movies are you?”
“Sih!”
Ravana chuckled as she walked towards the storefront and opened her suit.
“Capek no?” ask the man.
“pake anyhow,” muttered Sita.
“Yes first, if tired yes tomorrow only,”
“What?” tanya Sita tried to fish, but she knew what she meant.
“Returned,”
“Hah?!”
“Mau ala fried egg once, or fried tempe kemul, many times,?!”
“Hoooi??”
Ravana.
Like his childhood, he loved to tease people. Basically, it is relaxed and humorous. But the abduction drastically changed his war for years.
“This is really Mas Iwan or not the heck?” grunts Fransita.
“Hm? Just guess what. Here a lot of demons, who knows there is a disguise so I,” still grin Ravana opened his shirt and went into the bathroom.
Sita was silent while frowning her forehead. Then go ahead and knock on Iwan's bathroom.
“Mas Iwan,” call him.
“What?” Iwan's voice came from inside.
“Hem... Why do I stretch my hair?”
“You want to exemplify beautiful hair anyway to Kinasih,”
“Oh, actually Mas Iwan kok..” and with his cuek he again sat on the sofa while playing online games waiting for Ravana to shower.
“Hei,” Ravana came out wrapped in a towel with a smile on his face, “Tau?”
Sita lifted her face from the phone and her gaze was immediately fixed on Ravana's perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles. He immediately took a deep breath.
“Perhaps, if Kinasih hair as beautiful as you, if flying even get stuck. So better gimbal. Hehehe,”
“Garing dry bin kerontang if said Kak Ai,” grumbled Fransita.
Ravana walked over and sat down on the sofa. His hand took a few strands of Fransita's hair and stroked her.
Fransita lifted her face and looked at Ravana. Her eyes of different colors were very beautiful. “I like your hair,”
“I can ask you something sensitive?” ask Fransita.
“We are already husband and wife, precisely the sensitive one must be asked,”
“Hm..” Fransita turned off her phone and shifted a little then patted the space next to her giving the code to Ravana for the man to sit next to her.
After Ravana sat down, Fransita went up and sat on Ravana's lap.
“Weight,” murmured Ravana.
“Badness,”
“Eat how many pots are you?”
“Just half a pot, Aki Tirem if cooking it feels bad to make a human,”
“He cheated,”Said Ravana.
“Why cheat?”
“He can move places. The water he took from the top of the mountain is still pure, chilli he cutong from agriculture abroad, the salt is also special from the middle of the sea pacific specially filtered,”
“Say the devil can't run out of the island,”
“Specialty Tirem Aki because it is thousands of years old, even more cement at sea than on land,”
“Hih! Pantesan tastes different!”
“It want to talk Aki Tirem or about us?”
“Eh yes, hehe,” Fransita draped her arm around Ravana's neck. “Mas Iwan, whose first kiss?”
“Hm, you know yourself,”
Fransita realized she was wrong to ask, so changed the question, “If it's the same human?”
“Never,”
“Never?”
“Ngak,”
“Hm, other questions. How else would you like? I've heard that for men who are so hard to hold,”
“Fasting,”
“Beuh!” Fransita direct insecure.
“Yes but several times never could not stand the heck, want to fast somehow again males,”
“How to?”
“Oh,” Mumbles Sita, “Okee,”
“Last-lately started often can't stand it anyway, but want to go forward inget sin,”
“Last-lately?”
“Hm..”
“Exactly start when?”
Ravana did not reply, he just raised his hand and stroked slowly Sita's thin lips. “Since you presumptuously said ‘when you want to kiss me’,”
Sita cleared her throat, “I will again be in a state of jealousy with Mamah,”
“I couldn't answer that time with words. So now I answer with Akad,”
Sita took a breath.
Really, answering by way of Akad is a very meaningful way for Sita as well as just words alone.
It is also possible for most women in the world.
“Sini,” Ravana stroked Sita's cheek and directed her to look more down at her.
And finally their lips touched.
Something like a dream, somehow it should be. This is Sita's first kiss, the thing she always wanted from her favorite man. Where envy always befalls him when he sees his Papa kissing his mother, or Ai's sister kissing Maria, he says, and Ravana just looked at him, frowning as he smiled, then scooped his face and pushed him slowly away from the man.
To the extent that he felt insecure and considered Ravana only wanted to kiss Sisca, his mother, and not himself.
Only touching the skin.
It could be like this!
It was just a kiss, though,
But why does it feel so happy?!
“Wow,” the first word Sita.
“There are no other words besides Wow?” muttered Ravana while kissing Sita for the second time, and the third and fourth, and many more times.
“Hmh.
Ravana nodded while chuckling. “I don't really understand what that means,”
“Today you consider me what?”
“People who mean a lot, until I fear myself,”
“Fear?”
“Fear if I'm tempted, all will be destroyed,”
“I often fishing, loh,”
“Yes, you often frustrate me,”
“Meanings lately you are a bit away... akh!” Sita was suffocating slowly as Ravana squeezed one of her breasts while kissing her neck.
“I will not hesitate anymore at this time, you get ready to be shocked,” hiss Ravana while lifting Sita's body and dropping the girl in bed.
Slowly all their clothes were open, somehow Ravana took off all Sita clothes which obviously the girl did not remember anymore how it all went. He only feels touch by touch which feels until it touches the soul. So much fun.
The girl's tiny hands were on Ravana's most sensitive body. Feels hard and hot. He was directed to gently caress her, and with a drifting mind he did as he savored Ravana's tongue at the top of his chest, and the man's fingers at his clit0ris. He touched it so quickly that he didn't realize that the sound of his screams filled all the rooms.
Is this why the bridal chamber is separated from the main building? Is this why every window, door and wall is soundproofed? Sita thought like that because at this moment she felt all this made sense. He could not help his screams either.
Ravana groaned and hissed as he felt Sita had gone too far, all he could do when the girl's scream uncontrollably again was to silence her voice with her kiss.
“Hold a little, yeah. Maybe it will hurt,” hiss Ravana while positioning Sita under him, then stretching out Sita's thighs.
“Pelan-pelan,” murmured Sita.
“You don't strain,” Ravana returned to rub Sita's lips to calm the girl.
“Yes I try not to strain but how-Aaakh!!” Sita gripped Ravana's arm. He threw out his nails for holding up the pain. “Mas! Mas, sick...Owh!!”
The girl has now become a grown woman. The pain he experienced was painful but at the same time made it seem to fly into the clouds. Slowly the pain turned into a sensation of its own, creeping into his stomach, into his bloodstream, and his head.
Because of the pleasure of the sense of unification, he raised his hips, like asking Ravana to do further. Strengthen their embrace and pull the neck of Ravana so that their tongues back to each other. Sita embraces Ravana and connects her legs to Ravana's back.
She did not want to be separated from her husband.
Eyang Gandhes sipped his cammomile tea while gazing forward, towards the family cemetery, his Villa and the view of Mount Merapi in front of him. Next to him, Mr. Sebastian and his wheelchair also stared ahead while sucking on a Havana cigar.
“I married couples many times in this Villa. The most memorable thing for me was the wedding of Mia and Rama. I also buried my relatives many times in this Villa,”
“Iya Bu Gandhes, that is often my question. Why this Villa. Bu Gandhes has many Villas at the foot of the Mountain. The second question is, why should it be at the foot of the mountain? As if all Villa Bu Gandhes were climbing gates,”
“Because here the origin of the Bagaswirya Family achieved its success. I sold my soul to the devil, bought sin over my parents, husband and children, all for the sake of.
“I don't believe,”
“That's what people want to believe, that we obtained this wealth by selling souls to demons, hehe. Let them think so,”
“So what exactly is it for?”
Eyang Gandhes sighed. “Devil is angry with me. Because I eliminated his loyal followers. Two parents, and my husband was a supplier of the tumble for her. For years, until my twins were victims, and rumors grew that I was the one doing all that,”.
“Why Bu Gandhes doesn't straighten that out,”
“Because I was caught while in suspicious condition. And people tend to like horrible things. I explained many times they believed that I did it. Especially when my prison term ended and I remained young, beautiful, and did not age at all, the more the gossip,”
“Hem,”
“Even they created a song for me,”
“That often Bu Gandhes sing?”
“Yes, the curse I suffered was not from God, but from Satan,” Said Eyang Gandhes, “He cursed me until the end of time. And gave me a powerful supernatural power to believe that I was his follower. That's why the astral likes to get close to me. It could be that I'm replacing his loyal follower whom I'm eliminating,”
“Is Bu Gandhes sorry?”
Ms. Gandhes sighed, “That's what it is.. If we don't do it, we're even more sorry, right?!”
“Betul, I will also definitely do as Bu Gandhes did,”
Then they went back silent while looking ahead.
“Bu Gandhes, my land slot rose a little to be seen from the window of the room,” Mr. Sebastian pointed to the burial ground belonging to the Bataragunadi family which is right under the grave of the triplets.
“Let's just peg. You're still a long time dead,”
“Who knows?!”
“Ah yes also,”Kata Eyang Gandhes, “My sin will be, hehe,”
*TAMAT*
