Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Little But Effective

Yogyakarta

Vast

He is currently standing in front of a mirror in his hotel room. Tonight he prefers to wear a wrapped cloth costume for subordinates and short-sleeved kebaya tops. Everything he wears today is all dark with gold accents, because he wants to look harmonious with the appearance of Harsa who also wears dark batik.

"Beautiful.This part is quite closed, but why is it down here really? Fortunately covered with hair." murmured Harsa from behind while stroking his back which was slightly open.

He only responded with a smile and slightly raised his head, making Harsa's lips increasingly free to kiss his neck.

"Wikah yukk, marry me. Wanna naw? I want to see you wear white kebaya right after our wedding. It must be very beautiful." murmured Harsa again, while looking at her from the reflection of the mirror.

His palm stroked the jaw of Harsa who was piling her chin on her face,

"Before marriage, we better get to the building now. Later it's too late" he said ending this conversation.

But Harsa turned her body quickly and kissed her lips very greedily. His hand with all his might pushed the chest of his beloved's field.

With a face that has been bent to protest because the makeup must have been damaged, Harsa even first opened her voice.

"Bring another color lipstick right? Or how to do it, it's too red." said Harsa with a finger that swept the traces of lipstick that had been irregularly adorned his face.

After that Harsa stepped into the bathroom to clean her own lips which were also exposed to lipsticks that were indeed bright red.

"That's dong ! If it's really rich beauty' earlier it could be if in front of me aja." muttered Harsa while blinking one eye.

"Official !" his dream was to laugh amusedly while welcoming Harsa's arm which invited him to leave the room.

After arriving at the building where the event was held, he realized that Genta was not from a mediocre family. Proven d!ari many flower arrangements are lined up from the outside to the lobby and almost all of the names of the upper class.

"Mas Harsa !" the scream of a woman calling her lover made her look.

Graceful and beautiful women who currently wear kebaya and Javanese bun.

"Very beautiful." her inner with eyes that still judge each inch of Arsya's body that looks as beautiful and has the same height as her.

"Ehh Arsya, how are you?" greet Harsa to the girl.

"Oh so this is Arsya, it's appropriate that Mama Harsa also likes this girl."

Not jealous but a smile even expands on his face when he looks at the girl named Arsya.

"Well, who is it?" before long Arsya looked at herself and then looked back at Harsa.

"Daughter huh?" lirih Arsya half-whispered and displayed a ignorant face.

Harsa chuckled, then nodded her head.

"This is Sekar, my future wife. Own acquaintance dong!"

"Ehh yes. Hello hello greetings yes, I am Arsya. His cousin's sister is Mas Genta."

Harsa immediately replied to Arsya's words, saying that,

"He's younger than you, call me Sekar."

Arsya looked surprised to shut her mouth.

"What?! Younger than me? Wahh won a lot dong you mas?!"

"Be careful, she's om-om me sum.." Arsya drew closer to him with a slight whisper which immediately made him chuckle.

"Baby..!" timpal Harsa while pulling Arsya's ear.

"Nobody wants you to love me?" ask her lover to Arsya who is still wiping her ears that look red.

Arsya knitted both eyebrows,

"What love?"

The girl instead gave a smile and glanced at Harsa, but it made her amused.

"I don't want to beat you up. Ntar even bojoku you fight again." joked Arsya this time successfully make Harsa laugh.

"Yes there's no way dong, Harsa already has a wife-to-be as beautiful as his mother." the voice of a middle-aged man who still looks handsome and handsome greet them.

"Om, how are you? Healthy om?" greet Harsa to the man.

"Praise God."

"Dad iiihh.People I want seduced mas Harsa let him be confused if Sekar is angry." grumbled Arsya who made him chuckle.

"That is to know Ardhana, Arsya's father.."

They had not yet shaken hands and became acquainted with the sound of screaming back from their side.

"Dad..! Wanted by Arya.." shouted the girl his age.

"Huh, ngopo meneh anyway?! Sing son-in-law sopo, sing bothered sopo kat want." grumbled Om Ardhana.

"Sorry, stay first."

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Harsa

The after party event will end soon and according to Arya's message that tonight he must make Genta drunk.

The face of his best friend also looks red, but still looks conscious. But he was sure, soon Genta would be uprooted.

His hand still held Sekar's shoulder possessively. The effect of making Genta drunk, his head felt a little dizzy because he drank alcohol continuously.

"But drunk?" whispered in his ear.

His lips are smiling,

"No, just a little dizzy" he replied which was greeted with a shout from Sekar.

"Aren't you dizzy?" he knew Sekar drank half a glass of wine from his glass earlier, but he had forbidden it but his lover even drank it out.

"I sleepy mas." muttered Sekar while leaning his head on his shoulder.

His hand stroked the straight hair, Sekar,

"It's gonna be over soon, hold on."

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Vast

After withstanding the drowsiness and dizzy for half an hour, the two of them finally arrived inside the room. Harsa massaged the base of the nose many times, while her eyes had also started to wiggle.

But somehow seeing Harsa open the shirt and show the sturdy body of her lover even made her become agitated.

He tried to get rid of his dirty thoughts by cleaning his face and changing clothes. Harsa approaches him as he looks troubled pulling the back zipper of his danger.

"Why are your faces so red, hmm?" harsa's breath began to sweep her nape, making her even more troubled to withstand the turmoil that made her even more dizzy.

"I want to change clothes, I'm sleepy mas." looks like when Harsa peeps her cheek.

But Harsa seemed to understand what she was feeling at the moment, her lover seemed to be smiling obliquely looking at her.

"Are you sure you want to sleep?"

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