Wrap-up

14. PoV Rosa (Part 3)

Gio I can't prevent me from moving out and away from me. I can, what ... ?

Though my curiosity for him is already at level-4.

Along with the longing that was tempestuous to him, away from Gio from me, just make me like a child who was deprived of dolls when cool to play.

Ah ... It is my longing for Gio that is too impudent, making my chest claustrophobic with the rhythm that is not good.

But ..apalah my dayak which has been carried away by the flow of games that I created myself.  Then .. I can't stop here.

I have to have Gio, whatever the way.

Of all the men I have dated and have been my girlfriend, I have never met a man as cool as Gio.

I don't need to tell him how cool Gio's thoughts and behavior have been. He tried to be bribed with a new car to stop his struggle, but he refused it for the sake of the people of his beloved village.

With the distance of the boarding house getting further away, it felt difficult for me to penetrate the defensive fortress.

But ... I'm sure, as I've been taught the movie I watched, as strong as a man must have a weakness. And as weak as a woman, she must have tremendous power. Same with Gio and me.

Suddenly I have an idea ...!

I know Gio likes it when I give him a surprise. The average smart person like Gio is, right, likes new things, likes a challenging new world.

“Nisa ... sightseeing yuk, Nis!” ask Nisa to come to Gramedia's store. And want to accompany me to meet Gio.

"What are you going to do there, Ros?"

"You're looking for Gio's order book. Come on, Nisa! Than you alone in this. All right, we're messing around with Gio's office."  I persuaded Nisa Demgan on behalf of Gio so that he would accompany me.

Nisa wants to. Eventually he and I left.

Hopefully, by buying a book, it can be my way to open the window of Gio's heart.

A lot of his friends say, if Gio is like a walking book. Hopefully by buying me two books about *** and this spiritual, Gio auto becomes the walking text to me.

Apparently true....!

After she read the two books I bought, my offer to marry the series she received.

Yes I married Siri to Gio.

While I'm with Ilham, it's not divorced yet.

If my father can satisfy his conscience in the name of polygamy, why can't I have two.

It's better than ever, where I'm struggling to replace a couple without a sacred bond. Just for lifestyle and unclear reasons, I'm like a khewan changing partners. When I was married, I am married now.

Now... I'm more human by tying myself to marriage, right?

The shah is not the shah, it is my business with God.

Don't you look at my decision from the law's eyes. For the world and its contents were indeed created by men. So what I'm doing here, there's no point in a man's perspective.

Besides, because my position is delimatic. I can't get divorced with Ilham, just marry Siri with Gio. If I decide to get inspired, then he goes back to his drug world, am I not cruel to him?

Let akubegini. I love Ilham, but I love Gio.

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And after we married Siri, I went home first to my hometown.

"Mas, Gio baby!" sapaku friendly. via HP connection..

I was spontaneous, calling him Mas Gio, because I felt he had become my husband.

"Yes, Ros!"

"Call, I love dong, Mas!" door.knitting

"Yes ... baby!"

"So we meet, Mas!"

"Yes, so."

"At the Villa, right?"

"Yes ..."

"Don't forget, the condom was brought, you know!"

"No more need."

"No need, Mom?"

"Let me explain that we've met."

"I also brought you face and prayer, didn't I, mas!"

"Yes ..I also bring sarong and songkok."

"I'm on the bus, right? Let me make it easy to reason to my mom. Mas Gio's gonna pick me up at the terminal, you know!"

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I arrived at the terminal of the charmer of Jember Square, when the sun was so haughty to sting the head. While the hustle and bustle of passengers and the cries of the kinkers increasingly mengisilingan life turmoil fringe people who continue to be pressed by the needs of life.

"Mas, I've reached the terminal" I wrote to Mas Gio.

Not long ago Mas Gio came to pick me up with his Vespanya.

On the way, Mas Gio did not directly direct his Vespanya towards the destination of Rembangan village. But still driving around through the rural streets.

As the Vespa Mas Gio motorbike drove, it was seen that the row of rice fields was increasingly pushed by the construction of housing migrants. Also seen houses in the countryside increasingly dense irregular.

The main roads connecting the villages are also getting denser with iron horse traffic.

"This village road is still the same size, as in the Dutch era, Ros!" said Mas Gio in a loud voice while driving his Vespanya.

"Yes ...!" answer me with a loud voice. My embrace of his back grew tighter. This is the most romantic trip in my memories.

"We'll stop looking for food stalls first, Mas!" my door.

"Yes ...!" his reply.

Mas Gio stopped his Vespanya motorbike at a simple food stall.

After eating, we drove back to visit the road to the village of Rembangan.

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Somewhere at the height of the Argopuro mountain slope not far from the Villa we occupied, Mas Gio and I looked from a distance at the beautiful glitter of the lights of the city of Jember. Somehow it's like thousands of fireflies dancing beautifully on my retina.

Her very cold air cradling my heart flew down the path of love whose story was always steep and winding.

My asmaraku to Mas Gio has catapulted my imagination to be able to kiss the peaks of the height of his love.

"Ros .. I'm sorry, huh?"

"Sorry for what, Mom?"

"Two years ago, I once said you were a stupid woman to my friends."

"I'm sorry too, Mom!" timpal. Gio looked at me. He wanted to know why I apologized to him.

"I once had the intention of avenging my heartache on Mas Gio ..." After that I was about to hug Mas Gio and pulverize his lips.

"Don't now Ros ...!" her door. Mas Gio asked me not to be in a hurry.

"Why, Mas ...? That said, we are already martyrs ... "

"Not about that."

"What, Mas?"

"I would like to invite you to strip away the lusts of carnal and temporal interests."

"I mean, Mas?"

"I know we came here on business ****. But if it is not separated from worldly passions and interests, then, it is only a meeting of the flesh with the flesh. It's rotting and disgusting for a long time!"

"the casino... ?"

"It was at first a mere encounter between the flesh and the flesh, but all image and imagination were drawn to it. So there is Mak Erot, strengthening drugs, enlarging vital tools, herbs narrowing holes and so on."

"Why can that be, yes ... Mas?"

"Yes .. because it is the factories that direct the fantasies of men and women about intimate relationships."

"Continue ..Mas?" my many. This Gio Mas has a smart man, I murmured in my heart.

"As a result, men only fantasize about **** large and long. By that fantasy they thought they would be able to satisfy women with a large penetration ****, which made all parts of the hallway ***** touched, in a long duration."

Oops ...

I could only gawk at his vulgar, but deeply piqued words.

Mas Gio took a deep breath, and continued, "Then men hunt 2 things, that is, size and duration."

Without me realizing the romantic atmosphere was also by Mas Gio, it was changed to an academic atmosphere.

My wet bitch followed her groove.

" And ... two things.the man's hunt is just a myth, right?" my sergeant tried to conclude.

I've memorized Mas Gio's description, because the conclusion, usually myth.

"Yes, myth. And that myth will now be destroyed." Mas Gio replied with a smile on my face. And ... My passion began to sigh again.

" Because of that ... Couples in sexual relationships have to find patterns that are unique to themselves, not necessarily tied to general rules that are basically just a myth" he concluded.

"Mass ...!" sapaku. Mas Gio looked over with his sweet smile.

"Let's Mas, we find a unique pattern ... for us ...!" I asked with a spoiled tone.

"Ah ... You are impatient ...!" he answered by grabbing my shoulder. I also threw my head into his chest.

"Condomannya.bring, Mas?" I was afraid he forgot to bring.

"I intentionally didn't bring it. Oh, yeah we'll have dinner first, yeah. Then take a bath together, and wiridan ... yes?"

"Don't take a shower, Mas. It's cold...!"

Even though the water was so cold that I punched my bones and took a bath for the sake of Mas Gio's request.

We also prayed together. He became a priest and I became his uncle.

Then continued wirid that took so long. Though the desire came to the crown, but said Mas Gio, hold .... and hold.until my desire can I control.

Together with the accompaniment of the song kidung revelasi kalimosobo ..https://m.youtube.com/watch?v\=E57IxS\-hRGE

Mas Gio said, the moment we enter into an intimate relationship should be a melting pot of my longing and deep longing.

According to him, our intimate relationship must be a spiritual union of a sense of self-alienation because it is attached to worldly interests.

As I entered that stage of self-melt, I felt like I was no longer aware of social class, economic class, gender relations, religion, culture, and race.

What I feel**** is no longer the encounter of flesh with flesh, but the spirit with spirit in the body of a true lover.

It's just me, Mas Gio and the owner of life.

Well ... That time Mas Gio and I really purified our intimate relationship with spirituality.

Until ...

I understand that love is truly holy, a tear that falls upon the earth, so, only surrender to the Creator the true sanctity of tears.

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It was a tremendous impact on my soul after having sexual intercourse covered with spirituality with Mas Gio in a village Villa Rembangan.

Traces of its beauty so noticeably filled my memory room. To the point of spilling over in my subconscious.

My feelings for Mas Gio became very ..., very affectionate and love transcended boundaries. As unfortunately a mother takes care of her daughter who is sick.

My heart did not want to be separated for a second. Like the longing of his son and mother who were fused because they had been separated for decades.

What I'm feeling, maybe no one's gonna believe, but it's real I'm natural.

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Somehow now Mas Gio is jealous of Ilham, but since then I have no need to have sex with Ilham.

Though I repeatedly told Mas Gio, that my love was only for him. I only feel sorry for Inspiration when I leave it immediately.

Why then is he still blindly jealous of Inspiration?