Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

When You're Back

In the morning I wrestled with my bed. Of course, to clean and wash the sheets. As a result of his silly surprise idea last night, finally this morning he added to my busy schedule. Obviously, my body is already covered in sweat and sticky like this because it hasn't taken a shower. After drying clothes, then drying this soft satin pattern.

My body immediately flinched, shocked to find the figure standing before me, not far from me. He looked at me in a big smile that glimpsed a glance.

Holy hooch! What the hell is he doing here?

"Hi." The greeting that is still in the smile.

"H-Hi."

Is he really here?

"Why do you always look sexy and charming when it's such a mess, huh?" The melodious voice that came out from those thin, red lips, now formed a smile.

Ooh, God! His gaze was so intensely seductive. The eyeball with the gold-tanned iris always managed to get me washed away and melted.

Her white fingers lifted and rubbed around my hair after approaching. That sturdy and burly body stood so close in front of me. "Even in the washing!" His whisper, then clicked his tongue when he showed the soap foam he had taken in my head earlier.

Washed?

O-oh! I think I was wrong*!

"What's right here?" Instead quickly.

His smile was again left to evaporate, as if deliberately teasing me. "Umm ... peek at you!"

"What?" my eyes widen while smiling.

His laughter echoed in that handsome face this morning. It always fascinated.

"Oh, come on, I miss your cooking, Baby!" The plumber invited the one who pulled me into the house while the long hand was coiled around my hip.

What's wrong with her? She changed? Going back?

"So, what exactly brought you here?" I started a conversation when I arrived at the kitchen and started preparing and cleaning the groceries.

This man asked for bread again. His sturdy body was now right near me, so close that both of his long hands were propping up in the kitchen bar, right by my side staring intensely like intimidatingly. "You sound ... as if you refused me here!" The three narrowed and intentionally suppressed that last vocabulary at the end of the sentence. Then, lean his head up very close from this face. Obviously my body was instantly locked and aghast at that seductive attitude and glare. He looked at me for a moment, then the lips landed softly on this forehead, peeping for so long. Saying the morning greeting, moving on to these two staring and stunned eyes, then stopping on my plain lips without even a hint of lipstick polish. Only a few seconds felt the softness and fragrance of his breath, then let go. However, the face still pegged so close and looked into the eyes of this eagle.

"Uhuk! Where's the water, huh?" The murmur while coughing Farah who suddenly and teased out of nowhere immediately made us jerk.

The man in front of me suddenly retreated, taking a deep breath and smiling while covering his mouth while ruffling his waist when his hands were no longer on either side of me. He tried to hold his smile and stay cool. I can feel it, it looks like his face is flushed with embarrassment. Likewise, I turned to busying myself by returning to take care of my food ingredients while biting my lips to hold a shy smile.

My best friend purposely nudged me while picking up a glass at the kitchen buffet bar.

"You can have breakfast too, Miss Pakistan!" his god whispered and made me smile with embarrassment while widening my eyes, warning Navroy not to listen.

Faintly as I saw him also holding a smile, then pinched me seductively as it passed by somewhere.

He smiled broadly, as I found himself watching Farah who had left. Then, dehemnya sound followed by flashing eyes teasing.

"Be careful, I don't want to bother you, Miss Pakistan," she said, suppressing her term at the end of the sentence and making my eyes widen in surprise with a blushing look.

Did he hear Farah's words? Oh, blimey!

"I'm ahead first, to the living room. You can call me if you need help," her saying goodbye then passed and made me nod in a blushing smile.

My head shook with concern and was still embarrassed, when I saw that the man had disappeared behind the door when he turned.

It didn't take long, my cooking was finished and brought it to the living room. Then, take a shower while he has breakfast.

Not long after, I came back and saw Navroy talking to Farah. The girl asked a lot.

"… Not like that, anyway. Maybe, yeah. So–"

"Okay, that's enough! Enough of his 'paparasi'," as I suddenly made my best friend was throbbing when they looked at him at the same time.

Navroy's smile was so warmly welcomed as I approached them.

"Hi." Greet that man who always looks handsome while extending his hand towards me and then suck between these fingers.

"Hi too." My soul then stood next to him.

"It's over?" Asked the man looking at me who made this nod look.

"Let off now?"

"Let's go!” my ripple.

"Where are you going? I'm not done!" Sela Farah who tried to intercept.

"Where is his heart happy!" Navroy made me laugh.

It sounded funny when this man said that sentence in an imperfect pronunciation. The Pakistans log is still attached.

"Get the house all right, yeah, honey. Hye!" I also diverted.

Farah just looked at me in a smile as Navroy pulled me away.

***It's not stupid, it's just that I want to enjoy every second of this with him. Not that stupid, but what I realized was that time did predestine all of this. I, just like an actor who plays every role that happens in my life, but that doesn't mean I don't understand and forget. It's just, wouldn't it be better to enjoy that happiness before it's too late and gone? Yeah, I'm doing that right now. I don't know what's going to happen to us, but I always hope that this anxiety that starts to bother me won't bring anything to our relationship and just excessive worry.

Thankful, because you came back with me and created these wonderful memories, to make my birthday beautiful.

Thank you for what you did today. Because, from you I understand, life is not forever sadness continues.

To you, my Pakistani man, no matter what happens, I hope my story will never end. Although, I woke up and was in my real world, but I hope you really exist and not be my delusion***.

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