"This is ...." My index finger dangled over the 'friend' Satya had told me about on the way to one of the villas on the outskirts of town.The rented villa looked luxurious from the outside, like a shiny ironwood house and had a long distance from the neighbors, bordered by lush trees, and who knows what else was visible before dark in a place like this."My friend." Satya emphasized his words in front of the man who had asked me to come. "I told you about my friend's bachelorette party, didn't I?"Yes, I recognized him, but who?My gaze wandered around the parking lot, spotting a black car with big wheels that was used on dirt roads. It probably belonged to him."Don't tell me you forgot my name again." The man tugged on my shoulder and forced a closer look, "Try to remember?"Okay, vague memories. In front of Ben the other day, he wasn't this bold. The friendly impression in our previous few encounters was replaced by suspicion.Ben had told me that he disapproved of Karin's relatio
"Just home?" Uncle Dean greeted me as we passed each other on the stairs to the second floor. "Rena? Are you okay?""Yeah, Uncle." No, I'm not okay at all. "I just need a break."Uncle Dean was ready in his work suit, while I must have looked a mess. Even though I've taken a shower, more like a bath and made out again in the villa's bathtub, last night's clothes are still so crumpled."Need anything?" Uncle Dean asked again. The movement of one eyebrow that dipped, then arched again, looked suspicious.Who wouldn't be suspicious? Uncle Dean was entrusted with a woman who didn't even come home all night. Is he going to judge me like most old men?Ah, I really remember the early days of living in a rented house. The neighbors would be busy gossiping if I didn't look or travel with an elite appearance all day. They would judge a woman who didn't look like she was working as a sell-out.I used to try not to sell myself, just share a little entertainment online. It was my own father who so
"Didn't Uncle tell you that Karin got married today?" Ben asked in his video call. Ben said he hadn't been able to come to my place because he was only able to attend the wedding ceremony.Good news. There was no way I was going to tell Ben about my situation."I haven't received the invitation at all," I reasoned because maybe Ben's family didn't really know me yet.Oh, they didn't. Karin's wedding invitation was tucked away among the government scholarship application letters regarding the first stage of graduation."Can I not come? I'm really not feeling well." This is a fact. My body was still tired on the second day, even though I really wanted to make love. With any person or thing.If only I lived in Ben's apartment, I could get a lot of toys.Ben approved of my decision this time. My face in the video call display was already very convincing.Left in a house like this big cage? Ben was right when he said that living in Om Dean's house was really uncomfortable, especially alone.
The wedding procession is actually short, but customs and habits take longer. For me, who has already been married, of course, with a very simple process too, agreement at the religious affairs office is enough. Religiously legal, state legal. I didn't have to be secretive because my college friend was also present as a witness.Rena said she didn't have much time before departing for overseas, coinciding with the end of the college student's project. She needs to prepare many things for the year-long student exchange.And we finally got married just a few weeks after Karin's wedding. I couldn't let Rena be attracted to other men while abroad.Seeing Rena in a white kebaya adorned with a siger and a ronce of fresh, elegant jasmine, it was hard to look away from her if the invited guests didn't ask for attention."Keep looking!" It was Papa beside me. I was surprised. His face is never creepy, but if you're already guessing, it makes you reluctant."Pa ...." I mean, there's no need to
"Ben? Why are we going to your apartment?" From the reflection of the elevator wall, Rena frowned as the square space began to rise. Her hand in my grip cooled. I could see the soles of her shoes tapping lightly on the floor as the other residents took the elevator."Organizing my book mail." I pulled her position to the side, against the wall of the elevator, while I became Rena's barrier from the other elevator users who occasionally stole a glance. "What's wrong, Ren?" I asked her as I put my hand on Rena's waist."Nothing. It's okay?" Rena shook her head quickly. Why is she acting so awkward? Like slipping her hand into my grip. Even though on the way back from trying on the dress, Rena was smiling all the time.Just trying on the dress, anyway. I haven't thought about when I'm going to do the event. Getting married? Yes, Mama Kea and Uncle Aksa asked me to marry her instead of being the butt of jokes in the extended family. But, I'm thinking again.Meeting Resti, the girl I had a
"Ben..., what are you thinking?" Rena's hand on my shoulder broke my reverie.Yes, between vulgar and sadistic daydreams. I like being dominant, but on the sadistic level... maybe I'm soft. That's what my friends who I confide in in the virtual world say when it comes to struggles of passion."I wonder what good this will do." Most of the time, I could only imagine the anger that boiled over from knowing Rena was playing with Uncle Dean without my knowledge.Tolerating their behavior? I'm not that good despite knowing Rena's abnormalities and Uncle Dean's habits before marrying Aunt Dara.Then, why did I speed up the wedding with Rena even though I knew they were doing bad things behind my back?I wanted to create boundaries. Rena is mine. In marriage, I hope to bring Rena to a better life, even though on the other hand there are things that really bother me."Ren, did you call the psychologist's number that I gave you?" I asked while gulping down the contents of the bottle that Rena h
I drove Ben to the apartment parking lot. He said he had to go to campus to take care of his thesis. His promise wasn't long, but what could I hold of Ben other than his genitals?Having just separated from each other, I felt really empty. Even though the whole day yesterday was really draining.During the elevator ride, I could only think about our conversation about Uncle Dean. I thought Ben would be very angry."Maybe he's a secretive person, huh?" It's like he's accumulating grudges, then exploding when he least expects it.Ben admitted that he saw me playing with Uncle Dean at the table directly when he got home, but he chose to leave. "He is not in love to me, huh?"I nodded to myself as I looked around, observing my own semi-disheveled appearance because I was wearing Ben's big T-shirt. It was loose and breezy.After he woke me up when I was fully dressed. I was carrying my backpack again. I didn't have time to get ready.When the elevator doors opened, I was much more surprised
"Done, Uncle ...." I complained about the hot friction that left pain in my groin.It felt like my juices were completely drained by these two guys who had yet to get a release. They took turns entering me with no sign of completion."What's done?" Uncle Dean's hoarse voice rang out. His breath caresses the back of my ear.My back is attached to his hairy chest while down there it continues to be full of tension that keeps going in and out slowly. Both of Uncle Dean's hands twisted my nipples, sometimes pinching and pulling.Sweat coated the skin, adding to the friction of the bodies. It's ridiculous. The explosions down there are getting unbearable."Your dick, Uncle .... Stop it." I turned my head and was rewarded with a tongue pushing its way into my mouth. "This blisters, Uncle." I occasionally let go, but Uncle Dean held my jaw to continue sipping his saliva.Satya? I don't know. Last I saw him holding the camera, aiming at the union of my crotch with Uncle Dean.Uncle Dean then r
"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