When Love Teases

122. Fly Me To The Moon's

POVs Tear

I just arrived at Rama's office at one o'clock in the afternoon because stuck in traffic there was a car that broke down in a crowded lane. I brought my lunch full of love. Hihihi, why am I becoming a gini.

When he entered the room, Rama had just finished praying. He greeted me with a friendly kiss on the cheek. Very obvious he was so happy. Then I sat on his big chair and told him about Zara's news. Makes me stunned and said Innalillahi.

"Why choose to die silly huh. Kasian...." I am very happy with the shortcut he chose.

"He's used to being spoiled. Always be in the comfort zone and the commanding officer. The lawyer said, in the cell he was made a lackey by the senior. To get depressed and choose to hang yourself." Obviously Rama. "Here you go, close the story about Zara. We're talking about our reception. Invitations for your friends don't let anyone miss, Neng."

I untied her hand for preparing a meal at the sofa table. "Udah, Aa. Not many people can come to Jakarta. It's different that his show at Ciamis is definitely on the way."

"Honey, if you want, we have a reception in Ciamis." Rama followed sitting on the sofa with both sleeves still rolled up to the elbow.

I shake my hand. "No need, Aa. Enough here." Why keep having a party. It was enough of yesterday's marriage contract that included a festive for the size in my city.

After the meal remained in Rama's room because my husband asked to go home together. I filled the time with an email review from Dwi and Hendra about the development of RPA Ciamis. Thank you for being safe under control. Do not forget to reply to a message with Via discussing random things that include absurd while occasionally giggling slowly, afraid to disturb the husband who is focusing on staring at the macbook.

I stared at the clock on my wrist. It's two hours to go home. I feel bored just being quiet. I decided to approach the table of the husband who is more handsome and mature while being serious about work. "Aa, can you go to the mall first? Go shopping for a refrigerator. Pretty, looking forward to home."

"Aren't we going home?"Rama pulled my waist to get close to him. His hands are playing on the keyboard.

"Later to get stuck. Could go home at night. Now I go with the driver. Can, huh?" Rayuku while moving hands massaging Rama's shoulders.

"Duh steady, Neng. Especially if the massage is plus-plus." Rama gave a full expression of pleasure.

"Hm, the hungry one. Saberrr." I rubbed the jaws of Rama with an anxious smile. Poor people who have been fasting for a long time. I also don't miss that. What can be done, there are obstacles.

...***...

I visited the mall not too far from the office. My focus is only to buy stock contents of the refrigerator and complementary household needs. One by one the selected items have entered into the trolly. Pretty much.

Praangs.

The sound of broken things sounded. Stealing the attention of visitors around including me so I want to look. A male saleswoman stood down as a blond woman scolded with hands pointing. Makes me tickle to want to take a closer look.

"Snake just ask for compensation. I don't want to."

"But I saw his hand nudging him. Please read that description. Breaking it means buying! If I don't pay, I have to change. My salary is small. Pity me....." Pramuniaga weld with a pias face because the glassware stand is his responsibility.

"Bodo. It's none of my business!" The beautiful woman flicked her long hair with a stout face.

"What is the price of broken goods, mas?" I'm vocal. My conscience was touched by the pity of seeing a desperate saleswoman. The blonde woman looked over. Then squinted with a wrinkled forehead.

"That broke the crystal jar. It's 230thousand, mbak." Obviously a salesgirl with a lethargic face.

"I'll pay for it. Please note, Mas." I stared back at the woman who looked like she was racking her brain. Looks like he's groping again. Unlike me who remembers who he is.

"Why, mom? Feel like I know you? I ingetin deh. We met in the parking lot of a Turkish restaurant. I am Rama Adyatama's wife." I said calmly. Meeting her ex husband should be cool and confident.

The woman who was none other than Karenina was stunned with round eyes.

"Hei Mas, here's the note. I'll pay. I'm sorry it's just now, but I just nudged the jar." Karenina snatched the note that was about to be given to me. His judges face turned friendly in a matter of seconds. Hm, fit to be a soap opera player.

"Hi, it's great to see his wife Rama." Karenina reached out with a sweet smile. "Ah, we haven't been properly acquainted huh. I'm Karenina. Rama used to call me Aren." Connect with graceful gestures and made-up hospitality.

Hoek, I want to puke.

I smiled back kindly. Contrary to my sweet heart. "My name is Princess Kirana. But my husband likes to call me Neng. In Sundanese it means call of love, full of love." I said as I welcomed the hand. And at first glance I saw him clenching his teeth. It looks like hareudang.

Karenina smiled stiffly. "Oh yes, congratulations on the wedding. Friends have accepted the invitation. But I didn't. Was I not invited? Even though I'm Rama's past, I wish we could be friends don't be enemies."

The look in his eyes implied earnestness. Unfortunately, I'm not a gullible innocent woman. Grateful to learn silat to the peak level. I learned to read the opponent's strategy. Which can also be applied to read the nature of the interlocutor.

"My husband invited all my friends and all my relationships, except my ex. As he said, mbak." I'm acting like a plain ass.

"Don't call mbak, it's not comfortable. Call me a name, okay?" Her request. And I just nodded.

"It's okay. I can't make a meaning. Next time, what if we shop together or to the salon together? Making friends with you is like fun." Karenina touched my arm full of smiles.

"I'm sorry I can't. My schedule's tight. Besides having a job, Aa Rama is a husband who can't be far from me. He's like a stamp sometimes like a leech. If it is stuck, it will suck. Oops, sorry too vul gar ya." I intentionally made it more hareudang.

He was silent with a fickle expression, between willing to smile and being cynical. And now it seems confused what else to say.

"Sorry, I'm ahead. Go to Aa Rama's office. I want to go home with him, he said." I nodded and smiled sweetly. Turn around while pushing the trolly towards the cashier. From the reflection of the phone that I hold like a rearview mirror, the face of the kakaren looks upset and holds back anger.

I took a breath and exhaled slowly. Being in a new environment. Not only must adapt to the hot weather of Jakarta, but also adapt to the arrival of the former Aa who seemed curious to want to approach again.

...***...

Thankful and happy, having days and nights with Rama who loved me very much. I showed love to her with attitude. Because I don't like to speak words of love. Let it be, my meeting with the kakaren doesn't need me to report. From my husband to mind.

Today Rama and I were accompanied by a lawyer, fulfilling a police call to testify as witnesses. Pretty time consuming. From 9 am, just finished at 4 pm cut off ishoma. Not going to the office today. Finished answering those dozens of questions, we went straight home.

"Three more days of our reception, Neng. I'm not patient." Rama who fell on my lap, looked up with a big smile with sparkling eyes.

From the list of the arrangement of events provided by the WO, only one is not ready, namely the dance session. Although the duration is 8 minutes, but we are amateur dancers who are never proficient.

"Aa, it's a crossed out dance session just don't have to. Want romantic even be dramatic if I reflex out the line. Putar Aa kayak sprain first. Hihih." I became giggled considering that Rama Sok sok an invited dance.

"No scratching, Neng. It's compulsory. Invitational guests who are married can also dance. There will be a coach coming on Saturday. Sunday afternoon we will celebrate at the venue. We're gonna be Prince and Princess last night." Rama turned to tilt the body. Dipped my face into my stomach. Yes, I'm according. I hope I am not nervous at the dance.

"Aa, open the fast means it's reception night, huh?" I want to make sure of his wishes.

The look-face changed nelangsa. It even makes me laugh. Rama daily counts down waiting for breaking the fast.

I just assented. Tonight, I am sure it is the last day. Deliberately wake up early at three in the morning and shower in the lower room while drying your hair. My intention is to give a surprise. While waiting for dawn, I pray tahajud first. Just went up again to the upper room after dawn prayers, to wake Rama.

As usual every time I was going to the office, Rama kept me in the living room. We did morning kiss for a minute. I kissed her hand and Rama kissed me on my forehead. The wave of my hand on the porch accompanied her departure to work.

Alright. Time to set up a surprise. I smiled widely and was excited for today's plan. All the space is installed CCCTV, except the bedroom. So secure. I freely juggle rooms with romantic themes without fear of being caught by Rama who at any time checks the CCTV footage of the house from his cellphone. It didn't feel like it was noon and I continued walking in the bathroom.

"Fly me to the moon, hubby." I typed the caption under the photo I attached. I posed sexy and teased wearing red lingerie.

It didn't take long, Rama called me via video call.

"Ah..ugh, dear." Rama sighed with a misty look of passion.

I countered giving a distant kiss in a sensual style. "Well, you want to break the fast, right? The dish is ready."

"Neng, I open the chat you fit the meeting again. Straight break first and run to my room want vc first. I can't stand it, honey. But I can only go home at 5." Rama growled with a face of frustration.

"Finish the job, yeah. I'll wait for you to come home, baby." I blinked my eyes and encouraged.

Rama breathed a rough breath. "I'm impatient, Neng. You are even flirting with that. It'll be anu..."

I chuckled at Rama who was sulking. "And let Aa work spirit, the spirit of going home quickly. Already yes, I want masakin for those who want to break the fast." I accidentally lowered the next lingerie strap. Which makes Rama lick his lips.

"Darling, watch out! I'll keep you up till dawn."

"Hm." I challenged him with a swing. Continue terminating the connection by floating the far sun.

I opened my night office clothes again, and switched to wearing house clothes. There is time to relax before the afternoon cooking special menu for dinner.

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the strars

Let me see what is like on a Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words baby kiss me

I hummed a little while going down the stairs. Reflect on the cheerful mood because tonight will be a special night.

The one who wanted to arrive home at five o'clock turned out to be late. Rama told me that he could only leave the office at five more hours because the work was not finished. I'm calm, just calm down. The one who blingsatan and grumbles even Rama who wants to see me immediately.

Meeting the former Aa who I admit is beautiful face and sexy body like a Spanish guitar, makes me have to do protection by making Rama fall more in love with me. I dress up beautifully after the magrib prayer by wearing a mini dress. Which I only showed my sexiness to my husband.

The bell rang as soon as I went down the stairs. From the peephole, I saw Rama standing alone at the door.

"***___"

I put on a smile seeing Rama not continuing to say hello. He stared at me without even a blink.

"Don't finish the greetings!" I flicked a finger in front of his face. As if he had just realized from hypnosis, Rama blinked his eyes. Immediately close the door and lock it while saying hello.

"Eh, just get dizzy..." I was shocked because Rama lifted my body and twisted it with anxiety.

"You look so sexy, baby." Rama kissed my face in a row. Ended up scooping my lips with an agresip.

"Bring, pray, then eat." I helped unbutton the shirt because Rama wouldn't take off the hug.

"Then eat you." Said Rama who summarized my shoulders while climbing the stairs.

"Then pray isya dong. We're in a congregation."I rectified. And when he opened the door of the room, Rama looked at the whole room in amazement, then turned to look at me with a meaningful look and smile.

...***...

"This first season is gonna be quick, baby. Because I can't stand it. There's still long time, second and third seasons." Rama pounded me with hunting breath. Kentara's thirsty and hungry. I only replied with a nod because my whole body had been bathed in thunder and stunts. The red lingerie I got back on at 8pm tonight was only minutes old. Torn can no longer be used.

In the dim light of the sleep lamp and the fragrant aromatherapy, Rama was so excited to explore from head to toe. Nothing is missed. And I'm in the dream.

"Yes, hmmm..ughh." I bit my lips because of the touch of Rama's wriggling hand.

"Don't arrest, baby. Just release. I am yours.and you are mine."

"By.fly me to the moon." Please without shame, with a soft look at the delicious rin sihan. Rama who was on top of my body smiled very sweetly.

"Sure, baby. And we'll fly together to heaven."

No more words. Change silently. Not long turned rowdy. And we compact ended up moaning.

...****************...

Au ah's. Paksu mana paksu 🏃🏃🏃

Ket :

Fly me to the moon - Frank Sinatra

Who was curious about the song. The play in yutub. Simple but meaningful lyrics and easy listening.