Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

I'm Yours

"Why are we here?" tanyaku who walked carefully next to him, while holding my hand and immediately a gust of wind this beach welcomed. We did come here, to Losari beach after watching in the cinema.

Ah, I think my feet hurt a lot.

"What's grimacing like that? Is there a wound?" the question was when I decided to sit on one of the seats here made of cement and coated with ceramics.

"Only my legs hurt" my ringist. I had not yet opened my shoes and was about to massage my feet, he had already crouched down in front of me, then opened this heel. Carefully and slowly, the heel and fingers of my feet were massaged.

"Hey, Ms. Indonesia, can your feet be quiet for a moment? I can't massage well, Babe."

"Yes, but please, keep your hands out of there,"

"Why?" ask Navroy plain.

I let out a breath. "Are you not disgusted?"

He gave a smile, then got up from his squat and then lowered his body to balance the height of my body that was sitting at this time.

"Whatever you have, I've never been disgusted. Your hair, face, hands and even feet are all mine. To me, that's the beauty I have of you. So, stop thinking weird, Ms. Indoneszian. Understood it? " it clearly admitted that made me smile at him while nodding

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Yeah, I hope it's true, Navroy!

"You're welcome!" suddenly so.

"What?"

Smile them. "I know, your heart says thank you!" My smile expanded again when I heard her confidence when I looked at her who was now crouching and scowling while gently rubbing her hair.

Sometimes she was adorable, sometimes I was scared and anxious because one day she made a mistake with him and he stayed away. But this time, he was so overconfident. Whatever it is, honey. But clearly, my heart always wants to hear you speak. It felt, the voice and intonation seemed to cool the heart, especially the smile and laughter, very reconciling.

"If it hurts, why wear it, Babe? Sometimes I wonder about women, she really likes something that hurts her" she muttered at the end of the line that made me smile amusedly.

Gulp yourself, Mr. Pakistanis!

"That is a woman, if she has loved, she is more willing to feel pain than to have to take it off, especially her heart" I chimed.

"Why do we associate with feelings?"

"Because the reality is like that! Which men you understand,"

"No! Men are even very understanding, even if it has to be in a prestige way to do it,"

"You guys or girls, anyway? Prestigious, right, identical to women!"

"But not with feelings!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"You're supposed to budge with women!"

"Not unwilling to budge, but the men do just like to straighten out the petty thoughts of women,"

"Not short-sighted, but the mind of the heart, you know!

"I told you, no pride in feelings!"

"Prestigious!"

"No! The proof is, why are you complaining of pain in front of me that is clearly making me sad? "

I gawked, looking at him in disbelief at his last line of questioning. His head was still bowed while still busy kneeling. Her gentle massage made my feet more comfortable.

"What's? Ye? Saddened?"

He didn't respond to me.

"Babe?"

Again, speechless. Just the sound of wind on this beach, passing vehicles that are directly opposite the protocol road and the sound of several visitors overlapping. Only that was heard, the rest, my heart beat yan increasingly fast, when from earlier he began to massage.

"Usually, before we date, when we meet often in Karebosi when you come home from work, you always wear sneakers, why this time heels?"

So, he's been watching me all this time?

I looked at him in silence. He was still down in his activities, even though the passersby were looking at us, but still, he seemed indifferent and still knelt before me while scolding. Then seconds later, she looked up as I grabbed her hand and hinted to sit next to me.

I felt bad for him, when people stared at him like that, as if I was breaking him down as a man.

"It's okay, it's enough, Babe. Thank you, yes, but really my legs have improved." I explained. "Sorry." I continued muttering almost in a whisper, but was heard by him who immediately turned his head.

"What?"

"No, I mean, actually it is, if you are in the office area, especially meeting with clients or relationships, you must definitely use heel's shoes, but if you go home and replace them with kets,"

"Then, why wasn't it replaced?"

"You're the one who pulled me away, right? Anyway, I think you'd prefer a girl who wears heel's. Doesn't that look graceful?"

He let out a long sigh, changing his sitting position facing me while those eyes were so fixedly staring intensely. "Your mind is wrong, My Lovely! To be honest, Baby, I like girls better for who they are. I mean, he doesn't have to be hard-pressed to imitate someone else just to make him comfortable, I even see the elegance in him if it's like that. Happy, without hurting yourself just for someone else to see it perfect. You know, to me, that beauty is where a person still remains to be himself, even though the world has turned thirty degrees even once!"

I smiled hearing his assessment.

*I thought, he's a petty guy who only looks at someone just by appearance, apparently not.

So, am I wrong to say that my heart is really not wrong to choose you?

Yes, I do love him. However, it is not love in his ordinary outgoing that I think is perfection, but .. I don't know, I don't know why either. Even if I love because of the advantages of—make crazy women— that is in him, maybe I too have loved James bown, Jackie Chan or Van Diesel even Shahrukh Khan. But, no! All I understand, believe and know is that I love her from the bottom of my heart, the heart of a woman who was traumatized by love to death and now comes back for it.

You know, even if you have to choose, let go of your hand or be with another handsome man who may even outstrip you, I loudly shout that I love the man who has stolen my heart, the man who has robbed me of my sanity in this year of longing ransacked my heart and my mind will be opium about you, the man who almost drove me crazy and no matter the risk in the future will be like what*.

"Like an ever-present rainbow heeding the rainy and overcast sky, though one day, somehow in any second, it will disappear suddenly, but it always remains and definitely returns," navroy muttered as we looked at the rain together, just as it was taking shelter in the twilight.

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"May I ask?" As I broke the silence as we looked towards the sea. The sea broke out with the pounding waves that sounded along with a gust of violent wind. If only Navroy's jacket hadn't bandaged the body, I might have sneezed. My body is sensitive to the weather and very vulnerable to the wind.

"Can. What do you want to ask, Babe?" sahut Navroy lightly and then hooked and united our hands.

"What ... have you never been uncomfortable with the stares of those people? I mean, every time I look at you. I know, you must have felt it and realized it too."

He smiled in a lowered glance, then glanced at me. Those eyes really shone in the light forging of this Beach orange lamp, eyes that were so beautiful in its sturdy jaw.

"Fecund? Well, I'm actually uncomfortable with their disrespectful looks, but, I think that's their right too. I just don't want to get dizzy. Perhaps, this God-given gift, can make people happy, even more smiling, even from far away looking at him!" obviously then glanced at me at the end of the sentence which made me smile with a wide flicker.

I don't know why it feels shunned.

"What?"

"That eye I sometimes find staring at me silently, right?"

My rarity was unstoppable, and instantly echoed, truly these cheeks felt increasingly converging. He sounded not like asking, but an accusation or demanding. His astonishment now landed on the back of this hand, then smiled widely as soon as I looked at him in amazement with a reply still staring at me.

"Yes right, as you say, I can also feel and realize it," again he smiled broadly confidently.

It feels so shameful, my cheeks are getting flushed. He is right!

"So, what do you want to eat?" Navroy after a moment of silence, still in a smile.

I breathe heavily. "Can we just go home?" my question sounds like a plea. And it worked, as he momentarily looked at me and made her nod.

"Alright, it looks like you need to take a break."

I agreed to that conclusion. "Right, my back feels really heavy, especially my head." My gerutuku involuntarily squinted at my back limply.

"Can you walk?"

I nodded weakly, but his gaze was momentarily strange towards me.

Navroy's body was now crouching in front of me who was still sitting. "Get it!" lightly word.

I momentarily fell silent, looked at the man for a moment, then glanced at the moment the people around us who were still staring.

"Babies?" call him when I'm still motionless.

"But—"

"Don't force me to make the decision to carry you, I can make sure the girls here look at you like thieves!"

That word makes me laugh. Yes, the handsome guy thief who always charmed and amazed them.

Navroy sighed heavily and was upset. "A minute goes by. "the flat starts counting silly, yet strangely sounds adorable. "An hour has passed. "next in the next second. "Two—"

"Okay, okay, I want to!" I was quick when the man stood up. At first glance, his big smile seemed.

After a moment of looking at the people around, I hesitantly obeyed his words. He carries it so easily. Did ya?

"Umm, Babe, I ... heavy, huh?" I whispered while quietly peeking at the people behind my hair but hesitated a little at the end of my sentence to ask that.

This naughtiness of my beloved is heard. "I even used to lift heavier weights than this!" I know it sounds like it contains a smile.

My hands are still around his neck.

"So, you mean, you liken me to your gym equipment? That so?"

His laughter echoed again. "Indeed, who said you were the same as equipment? Even you weigh differently!"

"you guys? So you're saying I'm fat?"

"No, I'm just saying, your weight's different!"

"That's the same!"

Navroy's laughing. "Gosh, why are women so sensitive to the term weight—don't shake much, we can fall!" her laughter broke in warning as I flirted with a body shake.

"Come on, be honest! You're saying I'm fat, right? Don't edit!"

he laughed again which made me unable to help but laugh. "Not fat, Baby, but sexy!"

The word made my laughter echo. Along the way, he kept flirting until we laughed silly.

Right inside the black cab, I fell asleep in a clench on his chest until these eyes opened and realized the moment the man laid me down on the soft bed that had apparently been in my room.

Today was exhausting.

For a moment, his body lowered, brought the face closer, then his soft thin lips were sweet in my mouth within his fingernails, then enveloped, then gently rubbed this head slowly. Before he left and actually went home, he left the forehead kiss there, said good-bye and passed in his peaceful smile.

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