Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 88. Having you Forever

Jakarta

Pocktail

He was flabbergasted that Tama rose as fast as lightning in just one blink of an eye.

"Wait in the next room," muttered Tama as she glazed in front of the mirror. Tidying hair that is disheveled using fingers.

"Don't forget to bring a blanket." Tama was able to squint before opening the room door and exiting.

But he did not answer. Because the middle was amazed by itself with the heat that burned his entire face to feel red blushing. The trail of Tama's exploration felt so sticky filled the oral cavity even almost to the esophagus.

Suddenly, his heart was filled with shame.

He even had to bother swallowing saliva to restore self-awareness. But the foreign aroma that stuck tightly had first spread until it pulsated the entire pulse point. Triggering a strange and thrilling gelenyar that makes his body covered with feelings of restless and restless.

Oh, what the hell is going on?

With great care he began to shuffle from the bed. Hoping not to wake Sasa who was sleeping in the arms of a giant teddy bear. Strike to the front of the glass and start mirroring.

Everything still looks the same, he sat up while rubbing lips that feel hot smoldering like freshly stung by a bee. Not swollen or bleeding as he had feared earlier. When he stumbled, he was unable to compensate for the demanding aura of Tama.

Well, that's embarrassing. He hurriedly turned his gaze from the front of the mirror with a puff. Then reach for the comb stored on the table and start tidying the hairline that dangles irregularly.

He looked back at the reflection in the mirror. But with a mind that breezes out of nowhere. Suddenly his head shook. Then his forehead suddenly crinkled. It's definitely not the first. He's done it before. Even often. Although already forgetting how the taste created. Everything is neatly stored and buried in the deepest recesses of the heart. Without the desire to revive him. But the soft touch of Tama managed to destroy all self-defense. Making his entire body bristle perfectly even up to this second.

No, please. It's getting embarrassing.

He also tried to divert anxiety by spraying perfume on the inner wrist also around the neck. The perfume of Tama's giving so soft fragrance is charming. He even deliberately kisses his own hands because he likes the smell of light, not too stinging, but gradually tempting. Then turn around to leave the room. But instead it hit the chest of Tama who suddenly entered in a hurry.

"Why?" He wondered because Tama jumped on the bed.

"No," Tama replied briefly as she turned her back.

But as he walked closer to ask again, Tama suddenly turned around with one quick move that only a trained person could do. Then look at him while squinting one eye. "Ahead is still rame. There's yahbit Hamdan, cing Anwar, cang Romli, who else was."

"For chatting while smoking," continued Tama flat.

Making his steps instantly stop at that very instant. Can only stand on the spot. Don't know how to respond to Tama's grumbling. Because one hand had already silenced his mouth while laughing until his stomach hurt.

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Tama

He looked at Pocut who was closing his mouth to hold the sound of laughter so as not to be heard out until the charming face was red.

"How dare ngetawain?" His his hissing while laying down on the bed with both arms. Feeling anxious because passionate desire must be delayed for a while because the situation is not possible.

Pocut shook his head but still kept his mouth shut holding back laughter.

"Keep laughing." He sizzled again but smiled. Pay attention to the concrete manifestations of bodily perfection presented right in front.

To be honest, he had already seen various types of women. Starting from the complete package beautiful, attractive, smart. Up to the exciting test of faith and reason. But all of them can not be compared with the magic magnet that felt strongly attached in Pocut. Although it looks as it is, but Pocut actually keeps the sheen of beauty. One of the most valuable things that many established men hunt like him. A love full of tranquility and serenity.

He will probably always remember the moment when Pocut stepped through the terrace of the mosque accompanied by mama and bu Cut after the marriage contract. Including the seconds as he looked at the back of Pocut who was half-bending because he was kissing his hand for the first time. Two simple things but boils down to the tranquility of the soul and body. His words cannot be expressed. It felt like ... managed to find something that had been sought.

"Tonight was a complete failure." He pretended to grumble. "We'll just sleep."

Pocut who had just finished the laughter had now taken a seat on the chair. Then nod.

But he was back on the hook. "Why sit there? It's still a relief." While pointing at the narrow space between himself and Sasa who was fast asleep.

Pocut blushed while muttering. "Later to follow." Then turn to face the glass and start combing the hair with a nervous growl.

Ah, nevermind! The meaning in the heart. Just hajar!

He jumped down to the door and locked it tightly. And in the first count had grabbed Pocut's hand to stand up. Then move on to the chair and pull Pocut into the embrace.

"Mass?" Those pair of charming eyes were shocked.

But he doesn't care. Precisely increasingly clutching an alluring figure in the lap. While immersing the face along the neck beautifully as soft as silk. While the fingers are perfectly linked to each other. Making sure Pocut can't move a single item.

"Scent," he murmured as he traced the neck of that level. "Udah ready to wear perfume turns out," always without being able to hide the sense of joy. "Darguably if it's not finished."

Pocut tried to escape but he actually increasingly tighten the touch.

"We can do it here" he whispered right in Pocut's ear until his alluring body brushed.

"A-there is Sasa," replied Pocut in a stammering voice as he was venturing up to the collarbone.

"It looks good," he doesn't want to lose. Grabbing Pocut with a single touch that managed to wash them both into the most intoxicating vortex of currents. Reaching the dusty surge. Deep, warm, with a high-level technique that he had almost forgotten. When he slowly releases himself. Pocuts are barely able to support their own bodies. He had to hold the slender waist so as not to droop.

"I could do it now." He touched both of their noses. One thing suddenly became his favorite. "But it's not fair to my beloved wife."

The owner of the dazzling brown iris who looked at him sayu with a broken breath was gasped when he decided to take her to bed.

It's okay. He has experienced a dark time even worse and sadder than tonight. Waiting for a day is definitely not a big deal to celebrate their love. Even if it means, all night can't fall asleep. Complete with pulsed damping head.

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Pocktail

He could hardly breathe when Tama softly put him to bed next to Sasa. His heart was still beating even though Tama no longer did the thing that made his stomach growl. Now the man was calm. Lying tilted facing him after removing the shirt due to rage.

1 minute. 2 minutes. They looked at each other in silence. He is of course still trying hard to neutralize the bang on the chest that never subsided. While Tama did not know what was being thought. The man continued to look at him without pause.

"Dizziness." Tama traced her cheek line using her fingertips. "I can't sleep."

He swallowed nervously. Almost losing his mind offered something that could relieve Tama. Even if it means she has put aside the shame on the first day of their marriage.

Maybe later. After everyone gets used to it. He will no longer be ashamed to offer himself up. As well as the best attitude of a wife.

"There are a lot of mosquitoes here." But he managed to find another way so that they do not just talk about that one thing.

"From the heat." Tama's fingertips still trace her face. "The more you can't sleep."

And he did not know what to discuss, especially besides the eyes that continued to be glued to look at Tama's black bead.

Now Tama has put a fingers on the sidelines of her hair. Combing slowly and then ending with a soft squeeze at the end. Makes his head feel comfortable like he's getting a massage.

"I'm not a romantic person."

He responds through the gaze. Tama's attitude has always been firm and shows authority from the beginning. Nothing is surprising. But Tama's speech and treatment over the years to her clearly broke the theory of not being romantic. It is considered what a sheen brooch, a bouquet of flowers, a birthday present, a small pot containing purple orchids and a row of sweet sayings vibrate the succum. An error? Just be right. Agam could laugh out loud if he found out.

"Not much nonsense."

This time he couldn't help but smile.

"Why smile smile?"

"Not much of a word?" He repeated Tama's statement in a tone of disbelief. "This what? In front of a lot of people? Yesterday's. Before-before. In front of reporters? Expert talks so I don't say much."

And he was surprised himself because he could express his heart without feeling hesitant. Does this mean ... is he comfortable?

"Shut?" Deuteronomy with an increasingly incredulous tone.

"Ultimately .. I rarely talk to couples. Just talk important." Tama took the wavy end of her hair and began to kiss her. "Must be fished first to be able to talk. If not yes .. lazy talk long."

"My bad." Tama still smelled the end of her hair. "Communications that have been jammed become more jammed."

He breathed and exhaled slowly. "Such like a story from the past?"

Tama nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to tell you about the guy. But I want you to know. Worrying about a moment of relapse."

"relapsing?" He doesn't understand.

Now Tama is twisting her hair. Then release. Untwisted again. Then removable. So next.

"Will my wife be patient and remind me that I'm starting to behave badly?"

He swallowed and did not answer.

"My nature and my bad attitude are numerous. It may not be enough to write on a piece of paper. Can it be a book?"

"My lack is a lot" he said quickly. "Until now I'm still worried about not being a good companion."

Tama rubbed her cheek. "That's look. Which flaws, anyway? The feeling I see all the advantages."

He took a long breath. "I'm serious."

"Lho, I'm two rius instead." Tama brandished two fingers with a witty face.

"Mass?"

Tama chuckles. "Stay up grade yourself. I will talk to Dara a lot. Dara is not Sada. If Sada doesn't, then. He's rada ngaco's man."

He smiled at Tama's pretext about the sister-in-law. Sada does seem more relaxed and fun than Tama who always looks stiff.

"Follow personality class let's add pede. I enrolled in Rajas' private school, huh? It is the best personality school in Jakarta. Or going to college? I support you completely." ©

But this time he just looked at Tama with a blank look. The lecture? Not something he had ever thought about even if it was just a track though.

"No need to worry about technical things like this. I am also used to it long. Maybe starting one needs extra. Don't be a burden" Tama said at length as she stroked her hair.

"I'm afraid I can't carry myself." He sighed. "Chatting with your friends' wives alone may be hard to connect with." He again remembered the talk of the big family Tama in the middle room of the house Niar bu some time ago. Skincare, botox, thread planting, Salmon DNA. The foreign term he had just heard.

"May I not humiliate you."

"Hey, you ...." Tama grabbed her chin gently. "The one I love the most." Then touch it slowly. "Never grovel like this again" whispered Tama until the man's warm breath hit his face. "To believe in yourself."

"Our six rarely get together." Tama rubbed her lips with a subtle touch. "The only permanent and official partners are Riyadh and me. Others?" Tama shrugged her shoulders.

He smiled at the fixed and official word. It can be guessed what kind of life Tama and her closest friendship environment lived. The life of the upper class that is far beyond the reach of reason.

"It can." Tama rubbed her lips again. "You can do it" added Tama. "Make a hopeless person like me fall in love just can. Especially just a small matter like this. Show me your charm, Miss Wiratama Yuda."

"Thank you for trusting me." He must bite his lips to resist the taste of haru. Always think far ahead. Never once doubted the limitations of his abilities. It was fitting that he answered Tama's beliefs with concrete evidence.

Sure you should be able to.

"Tomorrow before going to the hotel, we'll go to papa's place first." Tama grabbed her palm and then linked the fingers of the two of them.

He nodded. Suddenly I remembered one thing. "I have a photo of the late Mr. Setyo when he was young."

"Yes?"

"Bertiga with the late father and ...." He swallowed with difficulty. "The late father-in-law."

Tama smiled. "It's been guessing."

He frowned but while breaking away from Tama's grasp trying to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"Take a photo."

"Tomorrow."

He stopped attempts to move. Because Tama has crossed legs wrapped around her body so that she can no longer wart.

"Before death ..." Tama put him slowly into a hug. Holding it deeply provides comfort that reassures. "Papa talked about us."

He looked up almost to kiss Tama's jaw.

"It's because you know who the one I love the most is." Tama is getting stronger. "Sadly you can't see us today."

"But I'm relieved to finally be able to fulfill papa's last wish." Tama kissed her forehead deeply. "Have slept. Don't let it get sluggish tomorrow because of lack of rest."

He closed his eyes trying to fall asleep. But it feels so hard. Maybe because happiness was overflowing filled the recesses of his heart. Re-experiencing how it feels to be loved by someone. Enjoy slowing down every time Tama touches her tenderly.

"Sleep." Tama kissed her forehead deeply again. "Let's daydream."

"Neither did you sleep."

Tama growling. "I won't be able to sleep. The head feels dizzy."

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Sasas

He woke up feeling angry. Sweat flows profusely wet the nightgown until it sticks to the skin. It feels very itchy and uncomfortable.

"Ma?" He had to call because he could not reach his arm.

"Ma?" Because I never found my mom's arm.

And he was surprised when he opened his eyes to see mama sleeping in someone's arms.

"MAMA!" His protest was upset at feeling ignored. My mom always slept while hugging her. Why are you hugging someone else now?

"Mama, uh!" He tried to free my mom from the heavy arm. Then pull your hand strong and jump in the middle of it.

"Okay, Sasa?" Mom finally woke up.

"Aragh!" And om Tama complained because he accidentally stepped on the stomach of om when just moved place.

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