Widow Kepentok Duda

Mistakes

Grisel had no idea where he was being carried by the man who approached him. He only knew that the touch of the man's hand and tenderness in speech made him so lulled.

Now without Grisel realizing it, he was already in the room of an apartment, with a man he had just known. The effects of alcohol entering the body, making Grisel forget about his status and who he was.

"Do you want more from me?" asked the man who was now on top of Grisel's body, looked domineering because of the absence of resistance from Grisel.

"What can you do for me?" Grisel looked at the man who supported him, his eyes could not see clearly what the man's face was like on his body.

The man again smiled sweetly, hands outstretched and gently rubbed Grisel's cheeks.

"Whatever you want, I can give it. Satisfaction, fame, even treasure" the man replied before then landing a kiss on the cheek.

Grisel completely dissolved in every word of the man, let alone himself longing and longing for meekness of attention. Day by day quarrels with Farzan, made him tired and eager to feel the touch of the old year. Until finally Grisel was trapped in a strand of words spoken by an unknown man who carried him.

Grisel opened himself up, letting the man touch his body in unconsciousness. He closed his eyes as their lips touched each other, embraced the man's neck with both arms, bringing in a warm embrace that was so comfortable.

The man did not miss the opportunity, Grisel is a model who was long targeted by him, tonight seems to be an opportunity for him to get the woman as a bed satisfied.

The two of them did a unification, in Grisel's unconsciousness continued to fumble and sigh full of enjoyment, demanding that the man do more to him, because every touch of the man really made his soul forget everything.

**

The sun began to rise, under the blanket full of warmth the plain body was still curled up in search of the lingering warmth.

Grisel opened his eyelids slowly when he was disturbed by the constant sunlight, forcing his eyelids to open.

He held a head that felt heavy, eyelids closed and wrinkled even though a moment ago it was open. Grisel realized if he consumed a lot of alcohol last night, then now he just felt the effects of the drink.

"My head hurts a lot." Grisel pressed so strongly on his head, hoping that the dizziness would soon subside.

Reversing her back and opening her eyelids and looking up at the ceiling, Grisel was shocked when she realized where she was.

"Where am I?" Grisel woke up quickly, making a blanket that had been closed to the chest along with the shed and revealed his innocent body.

"What's going on?"

He panicked, got out of bed and picked up all his clothes. Grisel looked to the right and left, there was no one there, no photos were displayed there as a clue who the owner of the place was, until Grisel decided to leave.

**

Grisel sat down and massaged his head, now in the dining room chair. The woman was really stressed and dizzy with what happened in her life, why last night could get out of control until she had sex with another man who was not her husband. Is Grisel so lonely that he can't resist that touch. Grisel was anxious to scream and ruffle his hair.

“Say! Where were you last night, huh?” ask the manager who was confused all night looking for Grisel's whereabouts. Claudia looks for Grisel to the bar that her model used to go to, but does not find Grisel there.

“Can you not ask now? My head really hurts!” Grisel did not answer the manager's question, instead asking the woman who had helped him to raise the name to be quiet.

The manager was inexhaustible with Grisel who was like now, came home in a slightly messy condition and now just massaged his head nonstop. He then pulled a chair, sitting right in front of the model.

“Gris, I seriously asked! You are a model, a spotlight of many people and paparazzi. Do not let last night you do strange things, then caught them. If there is any news about you, then finish your curry!” Claudia reminded because she cares.

Grisel still lowered his head with his hands massaging his head, squeezing his hair so strongly when he recalled the incident last night at the club, lamenting why he was so stupid to have slept with an unknown man, even his face was not remembered.

“Gris! You okay?” asked the manager when he saw Grisel squeezing his hair so hard that his face turned red.

“Do not ask or discuss where I am!” grisel shouted later, too dizzy given last night's events.

The manager was shocked to hear Grisel yelling. He felt sympathy and pity because Grisel was hit by a contract termination as well as a divorce suit within a day. The woman chose silence and did not want to make Grisel more depressed.

“Have you prepared what I want?” grisel asked suddenly.

“Already, the conference will be held later in the day,” replied the manager.

“Good! I'll take a shower and get ready.” Grisel got up from his seat, then walked towards the bathroom to take a shower, cleaning up the stains on the body due to last night's love that he did without awareness.