Chapter - 06

SYILA frowned as Jake followed behind her. Not a big deal, but Jake's appearance looks scarier than it looks.

Jake wears a black hoodie with a hood on, plus sunglasses, not to mention a black mask that covers his mouth and high nose. He was like a stalker looking for prey.

"Abang!"

"You call me?"

“Of course I am,” snorted Syila who felt annoyed, “who else to call if not you, bro. You're the only one who's walking with me.”

Jake cleared his throat. “You see, this is the first time someone called me Abang. It feels a bit weird.”

"Abang" that's mean is brother. If it is a woman who says it, sometimes it will sound sweeter in one area in Indonesia.

“If so, what should I call you? Should I just call you Jake?” Syila sneered, “Just add Abang at once, so you become a motorcycle taxi driver which called 'Ojek'. Abang Ojek.”

Jake immediately quickened his pace so they could walk together, his head lowered slightly so his lips were level with Syila's ear, who was standing next to him.

“Dare to say that again, and be prepared if I torture you, Syil.”

Syila turned her head towards Jake who she believed was staring at her intently.

“So, what should I call you? Jaguar? Jagung bakar?”

That's mean roasted corn in Indonesian.

Syila flinched when she felt Jake's arms wrap around her waist. “You're so loud, aren't you? How dare you give me such a strange nickname?”

“It's your fault for not saying what you want to be called.”

Jake cleared his throat. “If so, just call me Abang, if you want more, add Honey.”

"Okay Abang Oj—"

“My name is not Ojek, I already told you, if you want more, just call me honey, okay?”

"Yes, sorry, Bang."

Syila pressed the button that showed the floor number of her apartment. They were just silent in the elevator with Jake's hand still wrapped around her slender waist.

“Bang, don't you want to let go of your hand?”

"Why? You don't like it?"

“I'm not comfortable, CCTV has been watching us.”

Jake immediately let go of his hand and started walking behind Syila as soon as they got out of the elevator. Syila went to her apartment, pressed the password to open the door, before ushering Jake inside.

"Come in, Bang!."

Jake simply complied and Syila closed the apartment door again. Syila looked at Jake who suddenly fell silent after entering her apartment.

“Do you want to drink something? Or want to eat something maybe?” she offered awkwardly.

She doesn't know what to offer when a man visits her apartment.

If someone visit the house, it's her mother's business whether the guest wants to be left hungry or thirsty. Syila just stays there anyway. However, here is Syila's new home, where she lives alone.

“You live alone, right?” Jake asked to make sure.

“Yes, why am I renting an apartment if my father and mother are still he—”

Syila swallowed again when Jake bumped into her and started to hug her tightly from behind. The man's hot breath that hit her neck was heavy.

“Where's your room?” he asked, blowing his breath on her neck and occasionally blowing on her ear, before he bit it.

“T-there,” Syila stammered. Her knees felt weak, even though Jake hadn't done anything but tease her.

Jake glanced at a door and he lifted Syila without a second thought to her room. Jake didn't want to linger, he just wanted to fuck Syila and prove that he was still normal as a man.

As soon as he saw the bed, Jake felt his vision begin to fog up. He put Syila on the bed and he started to take off his sunglasses, mask and hoodie.

Jake's appearance in a tight red plain T-shirt showing the curves of a man's body made Syila gulp. When Jake joined her in bed, Syila immediately explored Jake's chest with her hands.

Jake made a growl, he held Syila's hand and glared at her. “Don't keep teasing me if you still want to be safe, Syil.”

“What do you mean safe?” Syila leaned forward so that she was in front of Jake's.

“If I get rude when I sleep with you, that means it's your own fault, okay?”

Syila didn't answer, instead she licked Jake's lips, who had been talking like he was threatening her, but never moved. She crushed it bravely and Jake retaliated with brutality.

Syila didn't realize when Jake's hand took off her clothes easily. Even when the kiss between them broke, the distance was too short to expose the two of them quickly. But with that male expert hand, everything seemed so fast and perfect.

“Do I need to use protection or not?” Jake asked as he showered Syila's neck with kisses and little bites.

Syila wrapped her legs around Jake's waist, she knew that Jake was desperately trying to put his in and his expression was quite funny according to Syila.

“If you have it, you must use it, brother!”

Jake pulled away, but Syila held him back. The woman's seductive gaze made Jake reward her with a hot kiss, before he really let go. Jake searched for his jeans and reached into his back pocket for protection thing. He bit the end of the wrapper and tore it off easily.

He turned back to Syila after putting on his safety. Without hesitation, he climbed onto Syila's body, then began to get ready on top of her.

“If you feel hot, sore, itchy, or uncomfortable, you tell me, okay?”

“Can it still hurt, Bang? Haven't I already—ouch, Bang, tell me first if you want to come in!” Syila's scream was followed by a sob that made Jake frown.

“Is it sore? Is it hot or itchy, or something else?” Jake asked carefully, he deliberately kept quiet for a moment first. He waited for Syila's reaction to the thing that had just entered her heavenly burrow.

Syila hissed. “Yes, there is a burning feeling, it's hot,” Syila moved her hips, it was obvious that the woman was not comfortable, “it feels a little uncomfortable, Bang.”

Jake pulled himself up again and tossed the safety away without a second thought. “No need to wear safety.”

“Eh?” Syila glared at the man who was now back on top of her body.

“You're allergic to latex. We don't have to wear protection, if you force it, you can itch, sneeze, and much more.” Jake put it back in after smearing it with the liquid that came out of Syila's body. And sure enough, Syila did not feel pain like before. “How is it, still hurt like before?”

Syila shook her head. “Comfortable enough.”

“I'm ready to take responsibility if you get pregnant, yesterday was also inside, right? I didn't use safety, because I forgot to bring it.”

It made Syila gape, she forgot that that night Jake slept with her without protection. Before she could answer, Jake immediately grabbed Syila's lips, while the man's hand was roaming her body again, down there Jake kept moving fast, dredging up the longing pleasure.

Syila could only lift her head with a sigh of resignation. Jake is really wild or indeed her minimal experience with sex makes Syila unable to do much other than resign herself to accepting the pleasures that Jake gives her body.

The sound of her apartment bell made Syila turn quickly, forgetting the pleasure, and sighing, she stared at the door of her room with a face of horror.

Who visits my apartment at night?

***

Should Jake swear out loud now? He was already on the brink, but the woman he was looking up to was busy glancing at the bedroom door with a scared face. He pulled Syila's face back to look at him, then he covered her lips with a rough kiss.

Jake had to get his release now or he'd be cranky all day. If only he could go solo or hire another bitch after he got home from here. However, he remembers well when his thing suddenly stopped functioning while he was trying to sleep with another woman.

Damn virgin!

“Ugh Bang, there's a guest outside,” Syila said while sighing at the pleasure she gave.

"Sssttt, after this."

Jake moved his hips faster and faster until they were both culminating, then Jake pulled away. Syila herself immediately got up and rushed to the closet, took out her nightgown and put it on without looking at Jake again.

Gosh, is Syila not impressed at all with the sex they just had?

Syila turned her head, she looked at Jake in panic. “Hey, Bang, why are you still silent? Put you clothes on, keep hiding, don't come out, whatever the reason!”

“Why should I hide?” Jake crossed his arms. “It's like a thief who has to hide.”

“Cut the crap, Bang. What if it was my brother or father who came?” asked Syila who started to panic.

“No problem. Let me just say, if I want to be responsible.”

Syila glares at him. “Say what? Responsible?”

“Yep, straight away, don't you understand? I can talk to them if I want to marry you, why are you panicking like this? Don't worry, Syil.”

“Of course I panicked!” Syila took a deep breath. “Listen, if my brother sees you here, instead of agreeing with you, he will definitely oppose your intentions. Even though he looks like he doesn't care, my brother is more protective than he seems. Not to mention, if Dad is here, instead of letting you take responsibility, you could even be castrated!”

Jake glared at her. Seriously? He knows he's an asshole, a playboy, a jerk, and all the other bad things. However, he was seriously responsible. Is it true that the Syila family's response is like that?

However, if he think about how strange Syila's nature is, it is possible that her family also has the same strange nature, right?

Remember the saying, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Shit!"

Jake was so flustered and panicking too, he didn't mind if his intentions were opposed. After all, he could still try, but if he was castrated, this would be dangerous. How will he produce Adytama's offspring if he is castrated by Syila's parents?

“Where should I hide?” he asked Syila who was stunned to see Jake picking up his clothes and putting them on at lightning speed.

“Under the bed, uh, don't… in the bathroom, uh, it's not good idea… in the closet, eh, uh… where?”

Jake cursed once more. Gosh, where was he supposed to be hiding now? Veranda of the room?

Jake glanced at Syila's open veranda. He looked at Syila, then stretched out his hand. “Where is the key to the veranda of this room? I'm going home via the veranda.”

“Eh, don't, you crazy!” the front bell rang again. “This is the twentieth floor, where do you want to run away? It's impossible to jump from here, right?”

Jake made a clicking sound. “Nevermind, shut up. I have a way. Bring here the key to your veranda, I want to go home.”

Syila walked to the closet and took the keys, then let Jake out onto the veranda of her room. Syila just prayed that Jake wouldn't act crazy by jumping off the twentieth floor.

But, impossible. What did she expect? Twentieth floor, dare to jump? The answer is clear, that he will die.