The One I Damba

Misses and flower packages

Towards the night Andra came home, now he did not have to bother having to go home out of town because now Jingga had lived in his private apartment unit, it was a bit far from the office where he worked but not as far as the papillons at that time.

The streets still look crowded with human activities that are either going where and going, they look busy with what is their respective destination including Andra, which is in his mind now only Orange, but, the woman who had patiently faced his arrogant attitude and big ego until now Andra long ago became a slave of love to the Orange, although he was not aware.

Taking a long time Andra on the journey, it feels like he wants to make his own personal path so that quickly and quickly see the orange.

Andra's dirty thoughts came when he suddenly imagined that Orange welcomed him by wearing black clothes that contrasted with the color of his body that was yellow, forming an orange curves that so and so far no one has seen it all except Andra, yes Andra became a lucky man who got everything from Orange. He imagined that Orange was teasing Andra who had just arrived, rubbing Andra's chest and pasting Orange's chest in that place, sounding ******* ******* the naughty of the Orange that was spoken right in the ear of Andra who at that time could not control himself. Andra's mind flew more and more, just imagining it was able to make Andra shiver what else really happened.

The red light had turned green, all vehicles began to move including Andra's car, the dirty thoughts that accompanied him had instantly disappeared while the sound of the horns of other vehicles as if yelling at him to immediately drive from that place.

Andra re-split the asphalt road and the sky apparently began to lower the grains of clear grains to accompany the mood of Andra that he compares himself, feels the heat of Andra's current body temperature.

Arriving at the destination, Andra immediately ran small to get to where he had to go, yes he needed Orange to cool himself, a touch from the hand of Orange.

"Orang-orang-orange." he said like reciting a mantra, his mind was no longer in control.

As fast as lightning Andra walked, and as soon as he opened the door of the apartment, the smell of cooking greeted Andra, never smelled this kind of smell in his unit, only the typical fragrance of a bachelor who usually smelled. Andra stepped up while throwing the suit she was wearing, and loosened the tie she was wearing as well as unbuttoning two shirts and rolling the hands of the long shirt to the elbows.

Amazingly, God heard Andra's wish, although not greeted with a touch like he imagined earlier but seeing Orange who was wearing black hot pans and peach-colored plain t-shirts was enough to make Andra swallow his own saliva. Immediately he approached the orange that was still unconscious with his arrival and Andra immediately hugged the Orange from behind and buried his face on the shoulder of the woman whose long hair was being tied up to make her neckline visible perfect.

"Andra, you startled me." said Orange, he was sure and knew for sure if the one who was holding him was Andra, not another man actually the masculine smell of Andra can already smell Orange before the man hugged him like this, the nose of Orange is familiar with the smell of the cold man's body.

Andra did not answer, he continued his activities that continued to act like a baby who missed his mother and whined for breast-feeding.

"already, I'm cooking, later my cooking is burnt how..." Orange moves his shoulders so that Andra stops doing activities there, even though only immersing his face but for the orange that seems sensitive to touch it makes it very keen.

Andra did not answer again, he did not care what Orange was doing and was making what was clear with one move Andra turned off the stove and pulled the orange arm and brought it to a large sofa chair that was deliberately stored near large glass windows also in order to enjoy the view in the middle of the arid city.

"Andra, what are you doing." said Jingga as if afraid of the attitude of Andra who had not spoken at all, his mind floated fearfully, and he was afraid, afraid that Andra might get angry for not welcoming her home well, or that she might get angry that Orange told her to stop drowning her face in her shoulder, or Andra was angry that Orange was wearing an impolite dress when she came home from work.

"Andra.." again only orange speech is heard, with a position that has been under the rule of Andra.

The orange look was so scary, the blink of Andra's eyes were so cute but sharp, his eyeballs were almost perfect black as if binding his vision to keep the orange stare without looking at anything else.

"Andra, you scared me." said Orange again.

Andra only smiled like a demon before finally kissing the beautiful little lips of his wife.

The kiss felt so mysterious, especially Andra who was completely silent and only did what he wanted to do to Orange, believe me this time Andra a little can not control himself because his wife who does nothing can make him drift in.

"are you still afraid...?" ask Andra who finally opened her voice after ******* those little lips to make the woman who is now in his arms is having trouble finding air to breathe.

"what's the matter...?" Orange asks back, not usually Andra behaves like this.

Not inevitably Orange does all this just by looking at the face and behavior of Andra that makes Orange worried, she was afraid something happened to her husband, it was, especially Orange knows about Andra who will give leave to Raga, maybe because of office work or something else.

"i just miss you." replied Andra who made Orange silent with both eyebrows almost met.

Orang bak got a one million dollar rubble prize, Andra said things that he never expected, longing speech is not every day they met, just left to go to work they were away.

Without having a chance to say again Andra has done what he wants to do to Orange, whatever he does not care about anything because the world is only theirs. A kiss, a touch, a sensual gesture made a sweet sound that began to fill the room, all they did sweetly without coercion.

Until finally, the shirt that Andra was wearing had moved on the body of Orange cover the upper part of his body that had been somehow in what was done by Andra, andra, while Andra was bare-chested and now he was staring at Orange who was closing his eyes probably because of tired.

"you're sleeping...?" ask Andra while playing the messy orange haircut.

"mmm no..." The orange squirmed even though his eyes were still closed.

Orange opened his eyes and his gaze immediately met with Andra's eyes which turned out to look shady as well.

"Andra's.. "

"mmm..."

"what's up..."

"i told you I miss you..."

Orange again silent, Andra's speech so sound sincere. The man changed his position until now embracing Orange.

"Andra's..."

"what's wrong, miss, you don't seem happy that I'm holding you like this..."

"that's not it..."

"then..."

"i'm just asking what's up..."

"i'm saying I miss you..."

Orange lowered his head, his lips in a small bite as if looking for courage to speak.

"Andra's..."

Long time ago Andra was bored with the attitude of the orange, he was about to wake up from his sleep but somehow one time the movement of the orange made himself back lying and now the Orange on his body.

"what's wrong with me..."

"nothing is orange..."

Wake up again, but the orange holds back.

"you know there was a courier who came, gave me a beautiful flower package and it says your name..."

"flower package...? I don't know Orange..." Andra shocked.

"you don't have to lie to Andra, obviously it's your name and the sender's a woman's name..."

"woman...?"

"yes woman, Freeya..."

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