The Touch of Gendis Love

Uncomfortable

"Don't, Phi." Gendis suddenly rewinded her body, rushing back the negligent rope that had made her breasts plastered for real.

Eser was no less stunned, he scooped his face violently. "I'm sorry, Mhi."

Gendis did not respond. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if wanting to feel the pain he felt deeper. The touch of Eser's hand still felt his neck. This miss is Gendis at the touch of a man she should be able to call her husband.

"I miss, Phi. Why should we be brothers? Why am I not Darto's only son?" Grievous Gendis, shrewd, but the tone of blaming destiny is so obvious.

Eser massaged his own nose. His breathing felt heavy. It feels normal for him to be wracked and resist longing. But hearing the tormented Gendis as she felt it, made her heart feel broken. Had to do and say what, not even Eser knew.

Gendis ran to the room. The woman continued to wipe the clear hair that kept on splattering soaked her cheeks. It hurts too much, if the longing should be created from distance. The longing they now feel is created because of the love held back in the name of brotherhood.

The beautiful woman took a small book with a black pen from the nightstand drawer. With tears streaming down her eyes, she squinted on the thick carpet that covered the floor. Put the book on a soft mattress, open a blank sheet without graffiti, then draw the fingers that hold the pen there.

Your brother, I'm restless

No you, I'm restless

Longs...

No need to finish

Love does not have to be completed

Live in...

Let's run to and fro

Until tired of whacking

Then go to sleep, make the dream feel real

***

The following days passed increasingly empty, home but no longer dare to be suave. The move of Gendis and Eser to a house that can actually be a palace for the love of both, instead only becomes a hiding place.

There was no occupant on the second floor, where the main room was located. Neither Eser nor Gendis wanted to occupy a room that should be a witness to the love of both. Each one chooses a different place. Gendis was on the fifth floor and Eser was on the third floor with Damar.

The time that brings everything together is in the morning, when the routine activity will begin. Sitting together at the dinner table with awkwardness between two hearts that are still in love. Damar is always the mediator and the diluent of the atmosphere.

Like this time, Gendis, Damar and Eser were already sitting in their respective seats for breakfast. Up to five minutes there, not a single chat was created.

"How are you this morning, Mhi. Is Esju not naughty?" That was the routine question that Eser gave Gendis. Not pleasantries, but those are just the right words.

"Good, Phi. Esju is not bad. It's just-" Gendis didn't go on with her words. The woman looked down with reddish blushing cheeks.

"Why, Mhi?" Eser sounded very worried.

The woman glanced at Damar at a glance, then ventured to turn her gaze to Eser. Not long, because when he saw the man's face, his desire was more turbulent and unstoppable.

"Mar, try wiping your stomach," pinta Gendis.

Eser who was feeding a spoonful of food suddenly choked, hastily he grabbed a glass of water beside his plate, then gulped it down to the toilet. Now, he knew what Gendis wanted.

Although a little confused and hesitant, Damar still did what his brother asked. Sometimes Damar noticed the look on Gendis's face that was currently closing her eyes like she was feeling something.

Eser folded his elbows on the table, then propped up his chin which began to grow thin fur with his hands. Can only wait until Gendis allows him to replace what Damar did.

"Not good, Mar. Already, thanks." Gendis put away Damar's hand while opening both of his eyeballs.

The woman now began to spoon her food into her mouth, but the discomfort grew increasingly whacky. Gendis rubbed his own stomach, inwardly whispering words so that Esju could be invited to hold back. But it seemed like this time Esju rebelled, the food that had just been swallowed in the throat, struggling to be expelled again. Gendis ran up to the sink, and spilled all of her entrails there.

Eser hurried over to Gendis, massaging the nape of the woman's neck gently. "You're not feeling well? Let's check, shall we?"

Gendis shook her head, not the doctor she needed. But his tongue was faint when he had to speak. Just touched there, the comfort began to feel.

"Es, you're so naughty right now," he said, but still heard by Eser.

"I'm naughty? Oh, sorry." Eser hurriedly moved his hand away from the nape of Gendis' neck. Thought Gendis' speech was meant for him.

"Not you, Phi. But Esju." Gendis flipped her body. Between prestige, shame, and unease was also a fear that was raging in his chest.

Eser reflex lowered her face, her instincts moved to extend a hand rubbing Gendis' stomach up and down. As if forgetting the fear and awkwardness that had been there all along. Eser now stands with his knees, his face right in front of Gendis' belly.

"Es, this is Dad, don't be naughty. Although I never saw you again, but I'm not going anywhere. Dad's still here with Mommy. Don't be naughty, I'm kissing." Eser kissed Gendis' belly gently, and stuck her lips there longer.

The chickpea bit its own lower lip. From a distance, Damar smiled happily at the sight. "Show me God's power. Please intervene in my brothers' lives, they deserve to be happy." The prayer of Damar in the heart.

Eser's cell phone continued to vibrate on the table, Damar glanced at him, there was a name that of course he did not recognize was contacting his brother-in-law. The neglected first call does not discourage the caller. The phone kept shaking.

Although unpleasant and reluctant to disturb, Damar had to tell Eser as well. "Mas, the phone shakes constantly. It seems important."

Eser again gives a kiss in the belly of Gendis. This time the kiss made a sound, making Gendis feel so amused as well as happy.

"Awhile, Ice. Later again." Eser stood up hurriedly walking up to the table and immediately grabbed his phone.

After bringing the advanced technology flat object closer to his earlobe, Eser seemed to seriously listen to information from the caller. He was more silent while watching Gendis who had now returned to eating well.

The look on Eser's face was so tense. His heart is beating faster. The phone he put in his pants pocket. The awaited moment has arrived. But now fear replaces impatience.

"What if it turns out that Gendis and I are brothers? What if Ozge isn't Papi's real son? I'm afraid, God, I'm afraid." Eser kept wondering in his heart.