SUPPOSE THAT...

NIGHT

Dave was pensive with a stiff face staring at his phone which now showed his black screen.

Moments ago with suddenly her mom cut her video call connection. Her mother just said quickly, that she had an affair that she had just remembered and immediately turned off her video call connection without Dave giving a reaction.

But just before his mother turned off his phone, Dave had seen his mother's face that always looks beautiful in her eyes that shed tears.

Dave's hands clenched, again he saw the face of his beloved Mother was decorated with tears. And as before, he could only see without being able to do anything.

His black eyes moved staring at the R4 size photo figura displayed on his study table. There is a photo of him when he graduated from High School, standing next to his mother on the left. And he accidentally stuck his father's photo cutout on his right side.

"....Wearing..." Dave muttered alone staring at the photo with a difficult expression.

Still in his memory a few days ago during a visit to his Father's House, seeing the happiness and warmth in his father's family, which is very inversely proportional to the condition of Mother and herself.

Emotions filled his chest cavity, yet he still held it. "...Can't you.you paid a little attention to us...??" he asked with a depressed face staring at the piece of his father's photo that was stuck together with a photo of him and his mother.

He knew his father was busy, and could only video call him, even on important days like his graduation. But when he saw firsthand how friendly his father's domestic life was, Dave's heart languished.

It may be true what his grandfather said, that his father never thought it existed.

In his eyes again a picture of his father, this time the look of his eyes seemed dimmed. "....Is it because you already have the child of the woman that Dad loves, then I never you think of Dad...??" tanyakanya.

Just silent in his spacious room with the dominance of black and white, Dave put a picture figura that would not be possible to give him an answer just like that in the reverse position.

With a grim face, though, he got up from his seat and walked towards the boxing samsak with its black sheath hanging in the corner of the room next to a large glass window that led directly to the pool located in the next to his luxurious house.

Both hands clenched, he put the position of the horses. His eyes closed, enduring all the emotional turmoil that burned his chest that almost made him explode.

Once again he let out a long breath as he opened his eyes. A moment later Dave had already hit and kicked the samsak many times.

No matter the time that passed and the night was getting late. 10 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes, until finally almost 1 hour, Dave just stopped.

He hugged his fist samsak with a dripping sweat and a hunting breath. Both of his hands were hot and swollen because he did not wear hand protection.

Ignoring his two hands that were throbbing pain, he walked towards the small size cooler that was inside the nightstand not far from there.

He took a bottle of cold mineral water, opened the lid while he sat on the edge of the bed. In his upright cold mineral water until it is almost exhausted, then put sisany on the nightstand.

Dave let out a long sigh, in his swab of sweat drenching his face and hair. Comb it with both hands, smoothing its wide forehead and thick eyebrows.

He kept silent with his eyes staring straight at the glass window of his room that had darkened, set his breath that was still up and down because he beat the punching bag blindly.

Moments later after he could breathe regularly, he got up to his feet, opening his tan t-shirt that had been soaked in his own sweat. Shows his field chest and abdominal muscles are perfectly formed even though he is only 19 years old.

His heart was a little relieved after he vented all his frustration and overflowing emotions at the thought of his Family who was no longer whole.

When Dave walked to the bathroom, he could see on his wide back there was a large tattoo that filled his upper back up to his lower waist. The tattoo depicts an angel-like figure with its wide wings that rest and look down like they are sad. Self-reflection of the tattoo owner.

As the night wore on, Kirana slept in a thick blanket and her comfortable, air-cooled bed.

Even in his sleep, he dreamed of the man. A cold-faced man with his black eyes that look sad.

Kirana's sleep is no longer sound, her eyebrows are interlocked and she bites her lower lip.

In his dream Dave grabbed his cheeks with his face fixed flat and his eyes staring at him, making Kirana fixated as their gazes met each other.

In her sleep, Kirana hissed and tightly clenched the blanket that covered her with tightly closed eyes.

Unlike in reality, Kirana will scream or even hit a man who is new to the know but has dared to hold the nape of her neck.

In his dream Kirana was hypnotized by the figure of Dave who since they met made Kirana's heart pounding uncontrollably until it felt so heartburn.

Kirana bit her lips, she wanted to get up but to open her eyes like she couldn't. Makes her sleep so restless.

Slowly Dave moved his face.

And it felt so real to Kirana, that even she could see her clean face with her pointed nose and hypnotic black eyes.

"Am I crazy...???" Kirana's consciousness was like saying.

Everything seemed to overlap, but only Dave seemed real there.

Until finally Dave hugged his ping while his one hand was on the nape of his neck. Their lips meet each other, kiss and sip in the hot glow of young people who are somehow more melenakan.

"....Why does it feel so real...??" kirana's conscience returned as if she was talking.

The kiss did indeed feel so real, even Kirana could feel a sipping tongue and a breath that felt warm on the cheeks.

Slowly he opened his eyes, and at once his eyes were round and he screamed loudly when he saw Jonathan hugging and kissing his lips.

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DAVE'S TATTOO