I thought I could rest after a long and very exciting hot session. Two hours, three hours, who knows how long I slept afterward. Only Ben's shaking of my shoulder woke me up in the early hours of the morning, when the sun had yet to make an appearance despite several blinks."I'm leaving. Do you still want to sleep here or come back?" The smell of soap combined with the freshness of toothpaste hit my nostrils when I heard that sentence."Where to?" I asked nasally. I rolled over, onto my stomach as I stretched my body, which was crumbling. My muscles seemed to be slipping out of their support."Exercise," Ben said.Ah? Where was he going?I saw Ben wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts that people usually wear when they're going to exercise. What did Ben do for exercise? I wondered what made his body so athletic and well-proportioned with a slice of bread."Wait." I forced myself to stand up, but the top of my head hit the ceiling of the room. "Ben, I'm changing my clothes first."I
"Go home?" Karin approached me and Ben who were already in the parking lot of the house after we said goodbye. Ben's sister was ready with the keys in hand indicating the whereabouts of her car.Rich people. Enviable. The rows of cars in the parking lot were not the usual brands I saw on the streets."Take Rena first," Ben said, then maybe he realized I was behind him, and took a step back so we could stand side by side.Being stared at makes me look wrong, you know. The strands of hair that fall down my face until I combing it behind my ears.If before coming here I would try not to get carried away because I thought Ben still had a legal wife, I guess now I don't need to worry anymore.Dera is already dead. This means that Ben is single, there is no one who demands loyalty from him. Well, although there is still some curiosity about the girl who met Ben several times in the apartment.That girl also seems to have caused a ruckus in the early hours of the morning, causing a guy like B
I let out a long sigh after entering the elevator to my apartment. After half a day in Ben's family, there were many surprising things about him. Being a widower at a young age is surprising. Being the only one with different beliefs from the family was also surprising. Even more surprising was that he still had time to steal a peek at me every time he had a break. Either in the stock room or even the bathroom.I think it was wrong of me to break down Ben's defenses. Ah, just thinking about it makes my cheeks burn. It's a shame Ben only took me to the basement. His excuse was that he still needed to go out.The elevator doors slide open, right on the floor of my existence. The steps of Ben's shoes are already moving toward the barrier, but a push from the front forces me back inside. The next sound I heard showed the elevator doors closing again and moving up."Where have you been, Rei?" Satya? His sclera were so red as they glared at me. His grip on my shoulder was strong and painful
Shaka Bentala.Shaka for grace, gratitude, or open-mindedness.Bentala for the land, to be unlike the sky of high money and remain humble to the earth.That's what my mother says every time she reminds me of my name. I stroked the lettering that made up the letters of my name in the editorial arrangement on the first page of the book.The book in my hands had just come from the publisher's delivery as proof of my three-monthly labor as a copy editor. Once again, the books just filled the shelf without me reading them again.Actually, I'm less interested in something that has been discussed since the beginning. It's a different story if I buy a book because I'm curious about its contents based on the glimpse on the back cover.It turns out that the cell phone in my pants pocket vibrated and when I took it out, it revealed the arrangement of letters forming the word 'Dad in-law'.Dera was already gone, but Uncle Dean - Dera's father - still regarded me as his son. The old man asked me to
My parents' house is still the same as the last time I stayed with Dera. The Scandinavian design that Papa likes tends to prioritize natural lighting from outside the house.The dominance of glass walls that can be shifted if you need air circulation from outside because honestly, glass-dominant houses tend to be hot.It's not big, but the design always prioritizes function. Like the kitchen table that is just taken out of the folds in the wall when you have to receive guests.I'm always in charge of washing dishes whenever Mama has to cook a lot. Like this time too.Finished, I took a backless chair and propped my arms on the pantry table while listening to the parents interrogate Rena.Every now and then I'd open my phone's display screen, playing with this new thing that seemed to be so much fun that I couldn't help but laugh."Where do you know this Mama's boy?" asked Mama Kea as she pushed more meat onto Rena's plate. The smile on Mama's face always seemed friendly. Maybe that was
It's true what Rena said about the adrenaline rush that's more stimulating when you shoot it amongst the fear of being seen by people. Even fully clothed, I could still press deeply into her, behind the wall that was the blind spot of vision from inside the house to the basketball court behind.The beads of sweat had turned into a heavy stream that had probably soaked most of the T-shirts on my body. Rena in the confines of my lips kept sighing low, covered by the suction I kept on her wet tongue.My legs bend slightly, compensating for her standing position to go deeper as Rena's left leg wraps around my waist. Faster and faster, I suppressed the mounting turmoil. My squeeze on the density behind Rena's body tightens.One... two... I don't know how many shots I fired in there as hard as I could.It was like an opiate that gave the effect of flight, releasing a layer of skin between the sticky sweat that covered it.I released the kiss on her lips and brought our foreheads together. E
I hugged Mama before saying, "Ben's going home, Ma," along with a long compliment about her cooking in today's meal."So fast? Didn't stay overnight?" It's Papa's turn to give me a hug after I let go of Mama."Next time you come here again, yes?" Mama shook Rena's hand and kissed her cheek like most women do when saying goodbye."Ya—yes, Mam." It must have been really awkward. Rena looked down more when she smiled.We can't stay here too long if the family is all together. They might misunderstand Rena's presence.I mean, it's not certain what kind of relationship we're in. Friends no. Girlfriends aren't. Not even sex in the contract like I had with Maureen-my coworker who often stopped by the unit-was."Ben!" Karin seemed to half run over, then she pulled me into the courtyard outside the kitchen. She pointed an index finger at me as she said, "Later tonight! Watch out! I'll report you-""Report what?" I was the one who was confused. This kid has a habit of making threats.She seemed
"Satya!"I turned my head as the call directed at me was heard as the footsteps approached. Seeing a mature woman in casual clothes that accentuated every curve of her body didn't appeal to me at all. A low-cut blouse that showed a tight cleavage and a tight knee-length skirt in one color. Black."What else?" My hands were in the pockets of my material pants as I entered the open elevator followed by the woman.She tied back her long hair to show the firm line of her collarbone. Starting to get interesting. "Dad wants you to go back to control," she said, forcing me to exhale harshly.The posture I could straighten up when walking in public, lowering the angle of my shoulders limply. Seeing father for just a few minutes was like facing years of torture. I could still feel the twitches from the bleeding wound at the corner of my temple caused by the throwing of the fake flower vase."What for?" Just adding to the mask of falsehood like she did?"Try it first."My laughter instantly boom
"Did you choose to settle here?" This was Maureen's question. I've gotten to know her better since moving to this country. Maybe a few blocks apart, but close enough to do our weekly shopping together."Ben said he had some business, so I guess his offer for me to stay here until graduation wasn't a bad choice," I explained as I pushed our shopping trolley into the trunk of the car, while Maureen looked tired from pushing the babies' stroller."Yeah..., I think your choice isn't bad. I can have someone to talk to too while you guys aren't back yet." Her intonation was clearly hopeful.For me who barely had any friends, moving around more than expressing what I felt, being friends with Maureen was a luxury. She was quite chatty, and I barely had anything to talk about other than responding to her."The twins really enjoy sleeping ...." I glance at the presence of Maureen's babies. Boys.I thought Maureen had a special relationship with Ben, but she ended up marrying Angga. I guess I wa
"Are we really moving there together?" Rena questioned after seeing the e-ticket I had on my phone screen. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. "It depends on how long you want to stay there." Since the visa Rena applied for was also for non-immigrants, it was valid only during the student exchange. If she wanted to extend it as a tourist or even stay, I wouldn't mind. In fact, for the time being, it might be better for Rena to take a vacation or find something that isn't tiring. The previous incident that took away our future child sometimes made Rena shed tears. "How are you doing?" Rena asked again. She continued to fix the toga I was wearing. Even though there was no departmental photo session and it was okay to take off all the graduation gear attached to my body. The weather lately has been in favor of taking off my clothes. "Which job is it?" I moved closer to Rena's side, looking at the photos of the camera she had just taken from the tripod, used earlier to capture moments
"Any hurt?" I asked after finding Rena pinched between the passenger bench and the protective airbag. At least I could still breathe a sigh of relief knowing Rena could still walk out after the collision just now.I saw Satya still on the driver's seat, pressed against the door next to him that was wrenched in. He was unconscious.Maybe someone could say that I was really reckless in crashing the motorcycle into the car carrying Rena, and the four-wheeled vehicle swerved to avoid me. It was partially destroyed by the road divider.Me? Well, I'm fine with a little friction on the skin of my arm from being dragged on the asphalt when I let go of the motorcycle I was riding earlier. After all, the injuries I got before were much more. All of this... is nothing."Ben? How could you...," Rena was holding my waist, more like she was pulling my arm to rest on her shoulder, "you still have to need rest?""Think of yourself, Rena!" I refused, feeling that she was much more in need of help."Me?
A few months in a second-floor room in a Somerville neighborhood, about an hour away from campus by public transportation, was not so foreign to me. It was like sharing a house with strangers without interfering in each other's private affairs.Shared common spaces, with private rooms. Don't forget the private bathroom for me. It's a bit more expensive than the rent for other residents' rooms, but it's better than having to wait in line at a crucial time.This morning I was surprised by the arrival of a thousand white roses, the delivery courier said. It's a good thing they weren't real roses, or I would have acted like I had a cold all day.Who knows about my allergy other than close friends? Uncle Darren has 'almost killed me' many times for giving me real flowers.By the way about Uncle Darren, I offered him to redo our relationship completely from scratch. As a good cousin, not based on desire that I know is hard to resist.Who could resist a Maureen?Okay, call me narcissistic. A
"We need to talk, Uncle." Maureen almost pushed the blanket off her legs when Darren nodded. In his opinion, they needed to settle their dangling relationship outside of the decisions of the people around them. They had the freedom to decide their future regardless of the stigma attached to Maureen snatching Darren. "Yeah, we have to," Darren smiled instantly even though the airline's departure announcement seemed to delay them, "but later. See ya." The man signaled his departure by pointing outside. Of course Maureen clearly knew she had to wait for Darren to meet her. However, the flight--which she had read on the internet--lasting for over eight hours until arriving at the transit airport further strengthened her curiosity. "Shit!" There wasn't the slightest hint of enjoyment in any of the amenities that could divert his curiosity. The airline's signature main course reminded her of eating with Angga even though it was served in small portions. The expensive wine offered by th
"Yes, Grandpa gave me a first class ticket. It's really cool, isn't it?" After going through the check-in section, Maureen dragged her suitcase through the corridor directed by the attendant to be placed on the flight baggage entry rail while continuing her phone call to a friend on the other side. "Not really. I've only ever been on private jets."It wasn't just a different island, but also a different continent. Serena's friend had already left for another country."I and Angga just let it flow. We don't have to get married quickly." Maureen's steps quickened as she looked at the white gold band-like watch around her left wrist. Her departure time was just around the corner. She needed time to relax her waist for a moment."Are you sure he can stay with you so far away?" Serena's question had been a long consideration for Maureen to maintain a relationship with Angga until it needed to be discussed.Angga's time-consuming profession sometimes made Maureen doubt if the man was only o
"What, huh?" Angga tapped each of Maureen's fingers that hung in the air as they grasped each other, comparing the same shape that differed in size. "My family is not very close." Every time they met face to face, they would smile at each other, considering the accident as part of fate. "Is that how you get along?" Maureen recalled how Erlan, who was also a doctor under her father's position, could talk as light as a feather when they met. There was indeed a conversation that was avoided, and Maureen's curiosity led to questions until Angga, who was usually to the point, pulled out the trump card he wanted. "Well, just to say hello. Not more." Angga straightened his back, placing it against the glass wall of the room as he looked at the dark sky outside. Clear without clouds. "So, there's not much we can invite from your family?" asked Maureen, looking for ways to pry information using the alibi of their wedding needs. Angga's narrow eyes widened in amazement. "You said you haven
"M.J. Abraham...," said the man who made Angga turn to the clapping hands nearby, "it's Angga's surprise, ihuh?" A couple of people Angga knew greeted him in turn, then Resti joined their small circle. Maureen reflexively followed Angga even though she felt she had never seen that two people before, she was a bit surprised by the title the man had given them as if they had known each other before. "Wow, Uncle Erlan and Aunt Iren came too!" Resti offered two glasses of drinks on trays carried by the waiters and was immediately greeted with a look of friendliness. Perhaps confused, or rather observing, Maureen had to take a quick look at each face near her in turn. There was no falseness that came to her from Angga's life, including the family that came. They were even newly reunited. "Can't word on your candidate, here." The woman called Aunt Iren chimed in. Although the knee-length dress she wore was formal with long sleeves and no special accents, she had her own charisma behind
A dark SUV pulled up in front of a spacious ironwood house, dropping off a pair of people who seemed perfectly matched in both appearance and body language. The sturdy old building in front of them was surrounded by a heavy guard, reinforcing the notion that an important event was taking place inside."Do we have to come like this?" asked the woman, adjusting the skirt of her evening blue satin dress to cover her ankles. A headpiece of similar material was pinned with a simple silver hoop, adding to the expensive nature of the overall look.She regretted the impression of a family that had to look perfect at all events despite the fact that they were going through a long war of contention that had yet to be resolved. From legal settlements regarding the division of joint property during marriage, to custody matters and the accompanying financing.Iqlima could use the alibi of Darren's infidelity if he still insisted on taking their three children from her side. It wasn't just snippets