Small Stars For Faila

A passionate desire

 Frans locked the door to her room.

“Sorry Frans, you misjudged me. I used to begging for one hug .  But it was Frans .... at this time , I don't want it anymore,”.

I walked away from her standing on one side of that bed.

“Why did Fai, instead of you, want this thing from the first?”

“I don't want it and don't like things like that, you don't want to force me, right?”

“I will force you if necessary, so that you do not go away from me” Frans looks at me sharply.

“Do not like this Frans, this is not true,” I said still trying to reject it “ Do not act something that you will regret later,” I said.

“Because you drove me almost crazy, Fai,”

The gaze was really a rage, “I took care of you all this time , why Mohan as nice as he touched that is not his, warm he touched your lips, even I did not do it, he said, he even dared to do it in front of the crowd. You're mine Faila.  You are only mine, no one can touch you, you understand that!” I was shocked to hear that.

 He turned into possessive what is this karma for him for his attitude that ignored my love and feelings all this time?

As my heart grew tired and slowly drifted away, she began to love me. Is that my fault?

His savage gaze looked at me, as if I was the most guilty party in this section, as if I had cheated on him. He confirmed that I was his property that he should not take people,

I was still like a goat boy stuck in a tiger cage, a sense of self-preservation with an attitude of anticipation, I still held one of the pillows tools to hit, although in fact the pillow will not be able to hurt him, he said,

My evasive attitude made her angry and more violent this time, with her jaws hardened, she vented her anger throwing things that were in that apartment room, she said, including our photo on the nightstand next to the bed,

The room was decorated with photos of our togetherness and my personal belongings were still neatly arranged, the apartment looked like an apartment owned by both of us, because more of my belongings were in the apartment

“Do you shy away from me?  Do you want to run away from me? after much you left here, he pointed at his chest. Why are you punishing me like this? I've been trying, I don't think it's going to hurt this much,” he said

I'm still like a confused person, still with anticipation, I promised myself, I want to focus on college first.

I don't know why so many universities in the Capital and my brother had to choose my campus for him to teach one course at our campus.

It made me drown myself out of college and choose a lot of time to work for money. Right now, I'm afraid Frans can't control his emotional outbursts, hands full of blood with a loud bang from the walls of his apartment.  Frans punched the innocent wall several times for emotional outbursts.

He screamed like a fidelity as I dodged and rejected his body. He was very angry when I refused him, what about me he refused constantly?

He always rejected it, because he was afraid to see others, but this time when I rejected him he was also angry, meaning we break even.

“Fai don't leave me. I love you I just realized that I love you so much, I just realized the sense of loss, after you left, My heart hurts if you are with another man, it feels like I want to finish them off,” Frans said with a sad look he looked at me, I saw there was despair behind his own eyes.

He came closer and hugged me, I was still petrified, I never thought that he would be this angry.

His eyes locked onto my eyes and began descending through my face and landed on my lips, without asking the owner for permission. He landed his lips on the red lips, as if they were already his.

I chose to close my eyes, let him do what he wanted, but I could not just keep quiet, I was disturbed by the warm and gentle touch Frans gave me.

After a long time we clinging to each other receiving and giving it was not until only the lips, this time his burly hands infiltrated into the most beautiful part of this chest, pulling on my body this closer. Frans' fingers traverse all these parts of the body.

The beautiful part on my chest was indeed beautiful and filled. Dance always says that she envies me, because mine is big, she always compares with her said mangosteen fruit vs. grapefruit, and grapefruit mine.

Our breaths were roaring with each other I felt the flow of electricity flowing through this body and Frans' body as well.

This time I felt our breath hunting each other and excitedly muttering each other and sweat had started to drip from behind my pores.  Frans, leading my body into the position of her bedbed, this time I was like a greedy female asking for more.

Long struggling with the hot activity and grip in this soft part, this time only wrapped in a brown bra.

Frans' eyes grew wild and savage, but he treated her gently, making me forget that what we did was a mistake again and this was indeed the umpteenth time Frans and I had done it.

as my shoulders went up and down as my breathing grew heavier, Frans drew with great care the patterned shirt I was wearing, he removed the barrier, and, I was embarrassed to see that there was no finish of the thread closing my upper part, I closed it with both hands, she gently put away both my hands.

Back landing his lips nke these lips, more accresive and down from the lips of the neck and this time playing long at the chest, leaving a lot of traces on the chest and neck, I move irregularly, he was getting excited to stick out to the stomach and ready for the final battle.

Suddenly I realized when his hands began to unbutton my jeans,

“I'm not ready ...,”

I suddenly said and sat down to cover the open chest with my shirt

“Fai calm down I am with you” Frans patiently persuaded me, hoping we continue.

“I'm sorry Frans, I'm really sorry,” I said to end our game, I seemed to wake up from that beautiful dream

Standing up and going to the bathroom to get dressed, it was great that I had the energy and awareness to stop this crazy act

Frans was just silent to see my actions suddenly stopped in the last game.

Perhaps for Frans, it was very torturous as a man . Maybe he will go into the room with soap to finish it, if he does not want a headache, said the book I read.

I'm sorry Frans, I grabbed my bag and ran away.

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