This was the last time I was in the village for a college project. The official farewell was done yesterday, and this time it was time to return to the city. Ah, I miss Rena so much. During the separation from Rena, I had to deeply suppress the desire to approach other women. Including Resti. "Ben?" Having to meet him again on the bus to the nearest town, it still caused awkwardness for him. "I'll take the next departure." Resti seemed to relent, even though her luggage looked quite heavy. "That's okay. Sit down." I took one of the bags in Resti's hand and placed it on the luggage on the ceiling of the bus. Then the boxes and the rest. "Sorry," Resti looked down, avoiding my eyes every time I saw her. She should just say thank you. "What for?" I chuckle softly, then push her into the row of passenger seats. I don't really like being by the window. "Sorry, it's because of me that we're so awkward." "We never really got along." After the love confession business back when I was
"I miss you so much already." I reflexively returned the hug of Rena who jumped on me when I just got off the bus. "What a flirt!" scoffed Rena, still in my arms and half-floating from the hug. She had no shame in making out in public like "I want to catch up on the past three weeks." I could have also kissed her right here, in the various intricacies of her if only my shame vein had been broken. I still had the sanity to keep things private and not fondle her in public. "Didn't you get a shake during those three weeks there? I don't need to serve you all the time." Rena joked. She laughed at the idea of 'shaking' during the video calls with her in the spare nights. "I already told you. I... can only 'stand' with you." Rena laughed again. Had it not been in a public place, I would have stuck my nose in the hollow of her neck. Tickle, then end up with a quickie somewhere. Ah, my imagination goes crazy when I don't see Rena.However, the image was suddenly lost in the rush of other
I was so worried that Ben would find out that I hadn't stopped fucking behind his back. Satya seemed to know when Ben left and he would come to me, offering a different kind of sex. Maybe I was bad for enjoying every sin on offer.Now, Ben is by my side, asleep after our heated tussle a few hours ago. His face looks peaceful adorned with an infectious smile. In one word, handsome.I like him in a different way than I liked Satya. I'm filled with fear of losing Ben right now, but my instincts always go crazy when I'm with Satya.I was afraid Ben would realize that I was also fucking someone else when we made love. I was afraid my pussy would feel too loose for him. Satya always said that my pussy kept choking him, but Satya's dick was different from Ben's dick. I was afraid that mine would be ruined by Satya's fantasy of having one hole crammed with many dicks. I felt scrambled and satisfied at the same time.Then the eyes before me blinked. Several times until the gaze turned observan
"Who are you, Sweety?" I asked Rena curiously as I found her preening in front of the mirror using some headscarf tied around her neck. Standing behind Rena, I was still a bit wet despite having been wearing a towel since coming out of the bathroom. Well, no denying it, my dick also stood up looking at Rena's appearance. I mean, she covered her whole body with tight clothes. More like naked with the color of the fabric darker than her skin. "It doesn't match, does it?" Rena turned the question around. She turned her sitting position back to the mirror, right facing me while looking up. Shit! Her position like this is right facing my dick, if only she opens the layer of towel, then her lips can right kiss mine or even eat it sensually. Her soft hands guided my hand to the edge of the cloth framing her face. The cloth covering Rena's head only amplified the sexy aura of her face. "It's not that it's not suitable." I withdrew my hand from caressing around her face. "Just a bit surpr
"You're getting stickier and stickier, like glue that's hard to remove." Ben's friends kept complaining about my current closeness with Ben. His name is Angga. He said he used to be Ben's friend from high school. I met him a few times and couldn't help but laugh. This one friend of Ben's often acted silly. Most surprisingly, Angga was not at all interested in the women around him. At first I thought Angga was gay, but it turned out that women were the ones who fit in around Ben. "Don't see each other often, how?" Ben responded to Angga's grumbling no less adorably without releasing me from his embrace.Angga slammed the locker door so hard that I was startled myself. He said, "I'm jealous. If only-"Ben opened his mouth, probably to get angry, but took a deep breath before responding, "You didn't try to catch up Maureen?""Just wait," Angga explained as he replaced his work suit with loose pants that I thought were used by fighters. "Resti is furious with me for impregnating Mauree
I wondered how long it took Rena to go to the restroom since she hadn't shown up after my first match was over. Maybe Rena had a stomachache? Or maybe she went home? Even when I called her many times, she didn't answer. "Where are you going, Rena?" There were so many restrooms in the gymnasium where I was competing, I didn't know where to start looking for Rena. What if she was kidnapped by Satya like before? I don't know. I almost asked the people coming out of the restroom if I didn't see Rena looking around as if observing her surroundings. I wanted to go over, but seeing Matthew coming out of the same place and gesturing to Rena, I couldn't be positive. I knew Rena. I knew Matthew. Uncle Dean alone can be trapped by Rena's charm, let alone Matthew who I know is in a long distance marriage. Restless. I can't stay silent. The more my mind tried to be subdued, the more it rebelled, and Rena couldn't be allowed to run free. "What are you doing?" I pulled Rena to the sidelines o
A few days after I caught Rena coming out of the restroom with Matthew, it was hard to get close or trust her again. My thesis trial was over, other campus affairs were done, it was just a matter of finishing my internship at one of the private companies-not owned by my step-grandfather. Yeah, step-grandfather. Kea's mom is not my real mom, she's my stepmom. I only came into my papa's family when my real mother died when I was about ten years old. I don't really remember. All I know is that since I was a baby, Mama Kea often brought me to recognize her family without mentioning my mother. Satya's statement about my father's past is true. Papa never kept secret his forbidden relationship with Mom from me. And I often felt disappointed that I was born from an illegitimate relationship. That's why I don't really care about a person's background as long as that person can change. Well, so far I've been okay with being disappointed many times. And seeing Rena fall asleep on the bench on
"You can't help me?" Matthew came to the gym early in the morning to see me only to whine like a baby. He kept telling me about his crotch problem with Rena that Ben's family found out about. "That's your own problem, none of my business." I tried to ignore him as I ran on the treadmill with my earbud out, pretending that I wasn't listening to his babble that was more like a PMS girl. "Oh, come on!" Matthew had to remove one of the buds in my ear and stop the treadmill. "I've paid a lot of money for your show!" "I'm only interested in my performance. Not beyond that." I rolled my eyeballs for a moment, then grabbed my bud. Before I could put it in my ear, he grabbed my hand. Damn it! The people at the fitness center could misunderstand his behavior this time. "Karin's family already knows." The look in Matthew's eyes was strange to me.Damn it! Why are my arms getting goosebumps like this?"None of my business." I let go of his grip. Even though I can fuck with anyone, I'm still n
"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