Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Burned Jealousy

Vast

This afternoon she arrived at Harsa's now legitimate coffee shop as her future husband had changed ownership of the business to her name.

"Sore mbak.." said one of his employees who was behind the cashier's desk.

"Sore.mas Harsa has not arrived?"who knows, her future husband is already in his office.

"Not yet."

"Oh jaudah. I ask you to make matcha latte as usual. Thanks." Thanks."

He walked to a chair outside while enjoying the streets that look quite deserted this afternoon, probably because of the rain. His hand was looking for the phone in his bag.

I've arrived, be careful. I really do like you.

A short message that really describes his feelings at this time. Almost a month he did not meet Harsa because the man had a business event to several countries in continental Europe, then continued 3 days in Singapore.

His lips sipped a green drink that still looked a little steaming with the eyes fixed on the streets. Without him noticing there was a pair of eyes staring at him with thin smiling lips.

"Sore, sorry...on your own? Can I sit here?" a friendly voice of a man greeted him, making his head look up at the towering tall figure before him.

His hand pointed at himself with a half-confused look,

"I? Are you talking to me?"

The man who did not know his name smiled and immediately took a seat in front of him, further making his forehead wrinkle.

"Yes you." said the man with a sweet face and a mature brown skin.

"Sorry before, do we know each other?" he was afraid who knew he had forgotten.

The man laughed softly and shook his head,

"I'm the Panji." the man reached out to her.

"Strong.." he returned the hand with a thin smile.

"Can you join here?"

He swallowed his saliva, honestly he was confused by this kind of situation. His feelings are always bad to reject someone's good attitude, but behind that he is afraid that Harsa misunderstood. Moreover, her future husband was very jealous.

"Later if your friend or boyfriend comes, I move. Just relax.." Maybe because it took too long to answer, Panji finally spoke like that. Inevitably she nodded her head, she was sure that if Harsa knew, her future husband would be able to listen to her.

Finally they dissolved in a chat long enough, can even let off laughter. The banner included a pleasant man, able to melt the originally awkward atmosphere into full of laughter, even if only with small talk.

Because it was too late with their chatter, he did not realize there was a sharp gaze of a man from behind the glass towards the two of them.

"Ehheemmmm.." Deheman who was quite loud greeted his eardrum. He closed his eyes at a glance because he knew who the owner of the voice was.

His head looked up at Harsa and tried to smile as if nothing would happen after this.

She stood stroking her shoulders up to the arms of her future husband, and then embraced Harsa's waist.

"Mas.just arrived?" he said with a friendly smile, hoping that Harsa would also reply to him. And true, Harsa also threw a friendly smile yet remained with a piercing gaze.

"Mas Panji, know this is my future husband, mas Harsa."

The banner that looks to have stood also reached out to Harsa who was certainly welcomed kindly by Harsa, but without introducing himself.

"Sorry, I was just talking about Sekar here." The pennant looks very polite.

Harsa nodded her head and smiled, but with her lips still tightly closed.

He also lowered his head, too,

"I'm sorry, thank you. Let's mas.." she said with a bit of a limp because her hand was pulled slowly by Harsa.

Harsa

For almost a month he has endured longing with his future wife. But when he arrived at his coffee shop, his eyes looked at Sekar looking very friendly and laughing with other men who he did not know what his name was.

"Mas, loose.sakit.." pinta Sekar who made himself take off his grip which turned out to be very strong.

His hands closed and locked the door of the workspace located on the top floor quite hard.

He turned around and stared intently at the woman who looked scared looking at him.

"Aren't you smiling at me?" he muttered with a step closer to Sekar, but his future wife even backtracked until finally staring at the work desk in front of him.

Sekar's breath was seen up and down with a wailing gaze and tightly locked lips, as if afraid of him.

Both of his arms leaned against the table and locked Sekar's body, his eyes peeling all parts of his lover's face. Then fixated on one point that had been the candle and it had been almost a month he did not enjoy it.

His lips devoured the lips ranum Sekar as if he wanted to enjoy it until it was unceremonious.

"You remember, right? Everything in you is mine, only I can enjoy it." His whisper swept his ears.

Indeed, his heart is now burning jealous, he does not like to see Sekar giving a pleasant laugh to Panji or other men.

Let alone the laughter that always makes him comfortable, the alluring smile Sekar was not willing to share with anyone.

Overly? Yes, he admitted he was very outrageous with Sekar. His future wife was the first woman he treated possessively. Not because of the sheer trauma of his past with Lintang, but Sekar is the owner of his heart forever.

His lips again enjoy the sweet taste of the candlestick as if he did not want to take it off.

Vast

Honestly, he was afraid, he knew Harsa was holding back emotions when he saw himself very familiar with other men.

The kiss that was originally filled with emotion, long ago turned soft and increasingly demanding. His brain cannot think clearly.

Missing, very longing, that's what describes his feelings now. He knew where Harsa would carry this burning desire.

She also chose to fully accept the wishes of her future husband, absolutely no intention to limit or even refuse.

His mind realized that their marriage was still two weeks away, but his subconscious did not want to be hypocritical. At the moment he also wants more, more touch than usual that Harsa gave him.

Harsa let go of the struggle of the lips for a moment, their eyes were both misty each other desire. Harsa's fingers stroked her face and pressed her forehead against each other.

Their clothes? Her dress had fallen on the back of her legs, leaving only a small cloth covering the bottom, because the top cover had been removed by Harsa.

The buttons of Harsa's shirt have all been removed. Who else if not for her? Even the buttons of her future husband's trousers have been opened.

"I want you, baby. Everything.now." Harsa's heavy whisper swept back over his nape. The sturdy arm immediately carried his body onto the sofa that was wide enough in his study.

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😊😊😊 Hayoo on waitin huh?

Gaaass lanjuuutt is that okay?

Harsa couldn't stand this look.