The Love of Stepchildren
Chapter 33
Axel and Dinda's meeting ends on the soft bed of a second-class hotel. Both of them fondle each other, doing hot activities that they have not done for a long time.
The body of a Dinda is like a opium for Axel, let alone stop to touch it, stop imagining it just can't. Dinda smelled like lavender, light but intoxicating.
"I love you Dinda... Eum.... Uh..." Axel's fussing repeated. While Dinda just smiled a little like a rabbit that was attracting its prey.
The hot struggle lasted for almost an hour, both of them drooping down after the same reached a point of satisfaction.
Dinda went to the bathroom to clean up the rest of the struggle with Axel, she put on her clothes back and combed her hair to look neat.
"Where are you going? Hunt once," Axel slurried.
"I want to go home first, it would be very dangerous if someone caught us walking together" Dinda said.
"Why don't we just announce this relationship, I'm tired of playing cat-slinging,"
"All your exhaustion will end at the right time, but not at the moment,"
Dinda grabs her bag, she steps out of the Hotel room and leaves Axel alone with a sense of loneliness.
Axel clenched his hands, even though the heat in his body had been channeled, he was still easily carried away by emotions because of Dinda who refused to open their dark relationship.
***
Laras and Arip visit Agus' residence. They want to visit Dinda because it is snapped by the mere homesickness of the princess.
Dinda was surprised to find that her parents were at the door. They deliberately did not give the news first if they would come to visit, to give a surprise to Dinda.
"Mom, Dad," Dinda loved not to play watching her parents visit. But there was a bit of horror in him, especially in the mother. From the beginning the old woman was suspicious of Dinda's closeness with Axel who arrived.
"How are you, baby?" Baras hugged his daughter tightly.
"Good news, let's go inside,"
Dinda brought her parents in, an ART man came to offer them drinks. As usual, Dinda ordered a cold drink, fitting to drink when sultry.
"By the way, your husband hasn't come home yet?" Ask Arip.
"Not yet, maybe in a minute,"
"What's it like to be a lady? Delicious right? You're not wrong, are you marrying that old man?" Tempt Arip while laughing.
But in fact, Dinda like living under false wishful thinking. Half his heart was there for Axel, the other half was there for the welfare of life that Agus offered.
If you can ask, Dinda wants to be able to live well with Axel without a shadow from Agus. But it can only be realized if Agus has died.
Dinda answered her father with a wry smile, her lips too stiff to say a word.
"Sir, be careful when you speak. In this house, the wall could hear, too" Laras warned her husband.
"Are you hungry? In this house no one dares to eat dinner without Mr. Agus, so we eat it later after Mr. Agus comes home," Dinda switched the conversation.
"Yes, it's okay. We can wait," said Laras.
An hour later...
Agus came home from work, he was happy to see his two in-laws coming home. They immediately had dinner together, ART at home was deliberately cooking a lot of good food to entertain them.
Axel, get into the stomach while stroking his hungry stomach. But his hunger was instantly gone when he saw Laras in the dining room, the woman looked at him in full search, as if Axel was a criminal who needed to be suspected.
"Hallo, son. Long time no see" said Arip.
"Hallo, Sir. When's coming?" Axel grimacing.
"So afternoon. You just got back from college?"
"No, I just got home. I mean I came home from college and went straight to play" said Axel clumsy.
"Well, that's axel. He only went home when he was hungry and sleepy" continued Agus.
Everyone in the room laughed, including Axel.
While eating, Dinda coughed at something. Axel reflex poured a glass of water and gave it to Dinda. Axel also patted Dinda's back gently.
"Slow down the meal, no one will snatch your rice plate" Axel said.
"Ish, this vegetable sauce is too spicy. So I choked," Dinda glanced in annoyance. He rolled both his eyes like marbles.
Seriate...
