The Beautiful Cheating
Buccin
"Steve, I hope you don't hold a grudge against me anymore" said Risha, both of whom were soaking with Risha's body leaning against Steve's. Yes, Risha turned her back on Steve.
"Of course not, honey. I can enjoy your body enough."
The deg!
This is not the first time Risha's ears have caught this sarcastic phrase. Why does it feel different this time? Risha felt slashed, as if she was worthless in Steve's eyes. Risha was glued, her brain soaring. Remember his relationship with Steve the other day was colorful. Hugging each other in joy and sorrow. But now the man had considered himself inferior. It's low, but why would it hurt if it came out of Steve's mouth?
"Why bengong? Want to add?" steve asked while cupping two chewy mounds that have bland choco chips topping.
"No. I'm tired" said Risha ketus, then went to take a white kimono towel.
"Is something wrong with my words?" steve asked, raising his eyebrows.
"none. You are right. A girl like me is fit for a cheap title, easy to enjoy. Yes ... what can one expect from a cheap girl like me?" both of Risha's eyes seeped, her tears welled up in the fertilizer. Hot, urgent want out.
"I'm sorry I said that to you." Steve stood up following Risha's giant steps, then hugged her from behind. "I'm sorry," he later said.
Not long after, they had been wearing full clothes. There was only a check sheet that Risha expected. Not wanting to be a hypocrite, that's what Risha needs. Risha was silent staring at the window that was at a height. Very captivating scenery in front of her, successfully making Risha envious moreover they can be beautiful without exams, he thought. The blue sky is decorated with birds that are free to fly like there is no burden. Risha had forgotten that what she saw was height. Where, for some people think its content is happiness, wealth, health, immortality, and perfection.
Though ... the sky holds sorrow. Sometimes it rains, it gets cloudy, even lightning strikes. It would be nice to look down. See land! We come from the ground, eat from the ground, live on the ground, and die into the ground. Look down again! When we cross the bridge, sometimes under the bridge there is life. Those who have no home to shelter. Fight the cold, fight the economic crisis. What makes us unable to be grateful? And what can we show, while all that we have belongs to God?
Risha wiped her tears, then turned her eyes to Steve who was busy calling someone.
"If so, I'm going home now, okay," Steve said with the person on the call.
"See you," concluded Steve, then disconnected his phone call.
"Who? Rich is important," said Risha full of questions.
"Congratulations! It turns out that you're married," said Risha while continuing to show a smile that was bland for Steve's eyesight.
"I don't love him. I married her because I felt like I saw you when I looked at her." Steve looked down and laughed. Risha is still flinching. "I'm not in my right mind, Rish! I love you that even some men have no plausible value. Fraudsters, punks, far from beautiful, far from perfect. And I'm so crazy about you. Is this what love is called blind?" Steve laughed at himself, with his head still faithfully bowed.
"Thank you for that perfect love, Steve. I'm sorry, I hurt you too deeply" sobbed Risha, and in an instant Steve had managed to grab onto Risha's thin body and also let out a mouthful of pain. "Until now the taste is still the same, dear. I still love you so much" he said.
"But you belong to someone else, Steve," rejected Risha subtly.
"I don't love him. I couldn't last long with her either" Steve said, still stroking Risha's hair gently.
"Why?"
"Can't love be forced?" Risha understood, and then she buried her face in the chest of Steve's field which gave off a masculine scent.
Not being able to stay in the hotel room for too long, Steve decided to go home. With a friendly kiss and Risha's contact number, Steve walks out of the hotel carrying a smile and real happiness on his face.
"Remember! Call me if your wife isn't around, okay," said spoiled Risha, before Steve left the girl. Not to forget, Steve left some red money sheets for his mistress.
**
The El Barrack house.
The man had just finished his job. With a lethargic face, El stepped into the private room inside his study. Not to forget, he also turned on his cellphone screen to ensure the state of his wife's boyfriend through CCTV connected to the cellphone.
El smiled faintly when he saw his Seika was still at peace with her sleep.
"Can it be as long as it's sleeping?" kekeh El Barrack's. Instantly, his tiredness disappeared after seeing the lover he loved so much, the savior of his mother, was sound asleep with a face so peaceful and adorable. His longing was no longer held back. He hugged the woman and said 'i love you'. Unfortunately, there are still some jobs that he has not completed. All of a sudden, he felt EyeClear was so troublesome.
