Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Jealous

Harsa

From the first time he set foot in this building, all eyes were on him and Sekar. Moreover, he did not hesitate to hold hands and even embrace the shoulders of Sekar while walking.

For two hours he waited in the corridor of the building, opening his laptop and doing his work.

But make no mistake, for two hours he also served some women who came closer to him just to get acquainted and photos together.

His eyes caught Sekar who was far enough away from him, seemed to be talking and laughing with a man very familiar. Moreover, he had seen the man rubbed the top of Sekar's head.

He chose to clean up his laptop, then walked over to his girlfriend who seemed happy talking to another man. He really doesn't like things like this.

Eheeemmmmhs..

He cleared his throat slowly, however, he still had to maintain his image as a young entrepreneur who had been known on this campus.

"Ehh mas..Have it worked?" asked Sekar kindly, but only he greeted with a thin smile.

"Oh yeah, this is Radit. Radit is Harsa's mas." said Sekar when introducing them both.

His hand shook Radit's hand,

"Harsa, her future husband Sekar" she said with great emphasis and confidence.

Radit's face immediately changed drastically, from the original full of happy radiance, to a little sad.

But the man still smiled at her, though,

"Radit, Sekar's friend.."

He understood, Sekar looked at him with questions that would later be the debate of the two of them. But completely ignored.

"Having college? Yuk came home, I still have a lot of work." he asked half forcefully and Sekar also obeyed his will.

Vast

He stared fixedly at the face of his lover who was currently sitting next to him and was busy starting the car.

"Mass? Why did you tell Radit?"

"Say what?" timpal Harsa without looking at him.

He sighed, he,

"Mas, why did you tell me that my husband-to-be was?" he asked slowly, slightly lowering his emotions.

Harsa looked at him sharply,

"Can't you?"

"This is not a problem can not be.buy mas, but what should be spread to everyone?" honestly, he did not understand the behavior of Harsa.

"Must!" harsa's firmness, instantly made him speechless.

Harsa drove the car to his boarding house, because there were some items that he had to take. The atmosphere in the car suddenly became quiet. He was reluctant to open his voice again, because his heart was still quite careless with Harsa.

Harsa followed herself to her boarding room.

Chequek..

His eyes stared at the door of the room that had been closed and locked by Harsa.

"Why locked?" ask her to her lover who still looks angry.

Although short, but the kiss was full of emotions.

"I don't like other men holding you. Hold this.." Harsa stroked the top of his head.

"This.." stroking his cheek up to his neck.

"This.." the sturdy hand stroked his arm.

Then a hug tightened on his waist,

"And all this..! Wrestle out? You belong to me!" harsa's heavy and stressed voice made her instantly nod.

Harsa reunited their faces, this time for quite a while and increasingly demanding. Harsa led her slowly to her study table, then lifted herself up to sit on the table, without letting go of the link of their lips.

She is a grown woman, while Harsa is a grown man, she knows where to take this hot activity. Although his wild thoughts also swirled in his head which made him want more. However, he tried to get conscious and had to stop his lover's actions.

His hands cupped Harsa's cheeks, then his fingers stroked slowly the cheeks that began to be overgrown with fine hairs. He slowly tried to untie the link.

"Mas.." she shrieked with breath still panting, as well as Harsa whose eyes still look cute.

"Udah ya." she said again with a smile.

"Yes I promise, all this is yours, but not now huh." his eyes fixed on Harsa's brown eyes.

"I love you mas.." His hands cupped Harsa's cheeks together, then peeked at the man's forehead. Harsa immediately hugged her tightly, even very tightly, while drowning the face in the curve of her neck.

"Sorry.." murmured Harsa with lips against her neck.

He returned to his destination, arranged some of his belongings and put them in a suitcase, because next week he had to go to Semarang for his service as a tourist ambassador.

While Harsa sprinkled the body on his bed with a prone position.

lookin.tokk.tokk.

He walked to the door and opened it, his best friend named Bunga immediately snatched into his room as usual.

"Amghhhh!" immediately Bunga shouted, then rounded his eyes and mouth when he saw a man sleeping on his bed.

"So there's real gossip on campus? You go with Harsa, that businessman?" ask the flower in a very slow voice.

His head nodded,

"He's my girlfriend."

"What?? You guys are dating? Since when?" search Flowers, but he prefers to answer by shrugging his shoulders, then back busy with his belongings.

The flowers keep on sticking to him, though,

"What are you doing? How tired does Harsa look like?"

His eyes immediately glanced lazily towards the flower, without issuing any answers. But Bunga again asked a question that is becoming more and more.

"No boy? The body is nice, very hugable. Satisfying is certainly." said Bunga with a cry.

"Lo's eyes, I'm clashing! Shadow men, not polite!" it was very curious he stuffed his best friend's mouth and pushed him out of the room, especially Flowers instead continued to put a smile on him.

"Crazy base..!" said again.

His eyes stared at Harsa, the man seemed to be piqued in the slightest by their voices.

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