"What took you so long to use the restroom?" Ben vacated the chair he was sitting in from in front of Maureen's desk. He showed her some data displays on the laptop screen that she hadn't had time to look at."Yeah, how about that? It's also a stomachache." Maureen pretended to hold her stomach as she accepted Ben's polite treatment of letting her sit down.The skin met skin when switching the mouse over to the laptop, like an electric shock that forced Maureen to shudder in amusement.Ben himself reflexively withdrew his hand. The young man seemed to scratch the layer of skin behind her ear and looked away in various directions, ending up back in front of his own desk."What are you doing?" Maureen swiveled in her chair. She was suddenly curious to see the thick books Ben had stuffed into a large tote bag."Oh, I need to go to college tonight," Ben responded as he cleared every corner of his desk of clutter.According to Maureen, it seemed like her coworker always left his desk too t
Matthew particularly liked the candy effect that Satya gave the main star in the middle of the game. Without any prompting or force, Rena responded to his deliberately unmoved after breaking through and sinking entirely into the gripping warmth.Rena's sensation is so tight and throbbing amazingly that Matthew closes his eyes in enjoyment. Either because of the evidence of his passion being a casanova in the show or the effect of the burrow never being penetrated."Ah, so narrow." Matthew felt squeezed to the core and wanted to finish quickly, especially seeing that the hungry lions were already moving in on the quarry in front of him.Rena was stripped by rough hands. The uniform she was wearing was already very messy, even torn in places.Surprisingly, Matthew liked the way Rena responded to each stimulation with her hands tied to the big iron bars behind her and her eyes closed. He thought he would try the same way with one of his girls someday.The girl he had penetrated wrapped h
"Uncle!" Maureen couldn't stop squealing every time the man's fingers that felt so dense and strong reached out, pushing into her roughly without the slightest warmth.Darren really punishes her without giving any pause for denial or stimulation. He doesn't even bother to pull down the cover Maureen is wearing despite the woman's efforts.Maureen, who cannot move, refuses to let Darren torture her cleavage in a way that is both painful and ridiculous. She can hear the low splashing sounds and feel the sting running through her body.Her back straightened, lifted off the back of the bench as she lifted her waist due to Darren's actions, Maureen got her release without being allowed to touch the perpetrator.Darren immediately takes his hand out of Maureen's loose pants while keeping his distance after opening the barrier that covers his actions from others in the same vehicle. The driver was more focused on navigating the road while they were acting out."It hurts, Uncle." Maureen lea
"Where did you come from? Your smell so good?"The question as well as the warmth Matthew felt when his date whispered could actually increase his curiosity many times over.If only the threat Matthew had gotten from his grandfather about behaving in front of the girl, he might have flirted more wildly."I took a shower at a friend's place after sweating. I want to meet Karin who is so cute. Do I stinky?"Matthew could still gently stroke Karin's cheek, soft as a manicured silk rug. There was no trace of powder or makeup on his fingers like when touching other women who often seek attention.Karin was different. Her sweet scent was like candy that instantly paralyzed Matthew's sense of smell to the other pleasures of meeting her."It's okay." Karin took another sip of her glass from the end of the straw, the sourness of the orange syrup could not be disguised in the mix, as Matthew easily said. She chose to watch the crowd in the center of the floor when Matthew's drink came as she a
"Hi, Sister! What are you doing so early?" greeted Jemima who was leaning against the bathroom door, seeing her sister busy with the brush and the bathroom floor. "Don't take too long. I need to use the toilet.""Cleaning up your brain what full of conspiracy theories!" Maureen was annoyed that her younger sister was busy with the thick book in her hand instead of helping her. "Yeah, think for yourself! I'm eating this. Besides, the kitchen toilet is still there."Maureen threw the brush she was holding at Jemima's feet. Her narrow-eyed sister let out a loud groan and jumped up, almost slipping if she didn't manage to hold onto the door frame."Why am I the one who's the outlet?" Jemima kicked the floor brush into the bathtub near Maureen. "Mama told you to do it too, right? Just ask housemaid to do it, what's so hard?""You think I care?!" Maureen grabbed her brush again, spraying the still crusty floor with carbolic liquid before cleaning.The punishment from their mother had to be
Maureen was still gasping from Darren's brutal saliva play. While the culprit causing the woman to weaken on the edge of the bed was still leaning against the edge of the bed, looking up at the ceiling of the room that was filled with paintings of the night sky.Darren wasn't demanding what a man would normally want, he was just trying something different and it turned out that Maureen's satisfaction could make him a little proud to have survived."I'm not an escape from your problems." Maureen fixed her bathrobe and also sat on the floor, right next to Darren without getting closer. There was a distance she had deliberately created out of suspicion."Sorry." Darren's response reinforced Maureen's suspicions.[An adult man with an active sexual life has a habit of running every morning]?If Maureen had someone like Darren, she would keep him in her arms. Never mind the world if money could still flow into their coffers.However, making the harsh treatment a punishment?"I've also been
"Coming early?"Maureen was immediately faced with a question from her newly arrived intern as she struggled with the photocopier. "Work is waiting."Maureen showed me the sheet that made it out of the printer, then took the time to give me a paper cup filled with coffee labeled with a famous shop located across the office. "Consider it a replacement for the coffee you gave me the other day."Maybe it's because Maureen's mood is still so high, all the tasks on her list can be completed immediately. Certainly not because Darren allowed her to keep him satisfied, their relationship didn't go that far.However, hearing Darren's words directly to her father, Maureen felt that he was responsible enough."Ask Papa for permission to have a relationship with me?" remembered Maureen, giggling to herself as the ensuing long debate didn't really matter as long as the outcome of the two grown men's conversation gave her the green light."Anything funny?" Ben turned reality back on Maureen. The co
“The kids are looking for you.” Iqlima stopped by Darren's office before work and immediately questioned, “Where were you yesterday?”Their fight in the suite hadn't ended that night. There was no fair talk let alone hot romance. They just kept silent until they got home.Iqlima's accusations provoked him to make it happen. It was no use Darren denying or trying to stay away from any woman if he always ended up being the one blamed."Ran,” Darren replied. There was no mistake or lie in what he said.Darren does have a daily routine of running, steadily increasing the distance and Maureen's house is the furthest from his target that day.He doesn't regret in the slightest that he can get his release through various means, Maureen has a knack for satisfying him.“Along day?” she probed, standing directly between Darren's stool and the desk. Her hand gripped her husband's shoulder. “I was embarrassed to come to the school family gathering alone. I'll be the center of attention again. The
An impromptu visit that I didn't expect, it turns out Angga told me our wedding date so Matthew and Ben came, of course with their spouses. Maybe they're on vacation?Then the arrival of Darren who followed alone with a line of food service workers was enough to confirm that they intended to hold a small party without the host's permission.I only saw him after changing into a looser floral overalls that allowed me to breathe. The dress was too tight although it still didn't cover my pregnancy at all."You weren't invited, but you came." The satire I said wasn't funny at all, but they still laughed when I returned to the center of the conversation with a bottle of champagne ready to open."Ow! How cruel, Sister." Matthew snatched the fun out of my hands and quipped back, "Alcohol is not for pregnant women.""Damn it!" I cursed in annoyance, only to be met with an instantly infectious laugh.Angga had just followed me to where I was standing. He handed me a glass of avocado juice and a
"Maureen!" I faintly heard Angga calling my name, then it was replaced by the echo of air bubbles in my ears.I thought I could die here or wake up somewhere else. In fact, when I gave up, a stream of water replaced the blast of air on my face.I was still very much conscious, just afraid to open my eyes and face reality. The chill of the early spring air washed over my already wet skin along with the pressure behind my shoulders and behind my knees. It was warm on the right side, but instinct demanded that I find a grip.Angga, who I first saw, was also wet. His slender neck becomes the target of my trembling grip. This time, I'm afraid of being dropped.From this vantage point, his parted lips along with the angular movement of his firm jaw create a charisma of their own. Could Angga possibly hide the cruelest side of a warrior like him?Fool. I should have remembered that everyone has a dark side, a poison from their own life experiences. They only need to choose; oppress or be opp
Maureen demanded an explanation, before we had even had a chance to change?She and I had just arrived in our room, barely stripped to the surface of the fabric that covered the entire bed. Dusty, full of sawdust and mustiness. We should have taken down all the protective covering before attempting to use the room.Yes, almost.Just being alone with her could heat up the temperature around us. It felt like breaking free from all the coverings and letting instinct take over.Then, Maureen's question threw everything off. "So..., did you make a deal with Grandpa?"I was still in front of her, on top of her body while supporting myself using the elbows perched on either side of Maureen, avoiding the pressure on her stomach. Our lower waists were already attached as our legs slipped over each other.Argh! She messed up the appetizer.The look of rejection forced me to roll over to Maureen's left side, following her to gaze at the room's ceiling covered with sheets of bright albasia wood. T
Deciding to get married was not on my life list at all, especially under the age of thirty. What's happening now?Just a few months ago I turned twenty-five and within minutes had signed the marriage certificate. Everything I've been through has been beyond expectations, pregnant and married?Still in my simple wedding dress-just a white lace-covered overalls that didn't hide the size of my belly at all, I noticed Angga's figure when dressed officially like now. A clean-cut face and freshly cut hair refresh Angga's look with a black suit overlaying the white suit inside.Even though it was only a few days ago that I saw his face full of bruises, the main reason I made the choice and said yes, so that he wouldn't have to do such menial work anymore.What was I thinking at the time?"Not like this again!" I shifted the conversation from Angga's request to the cause of the bruises on his face, again he said about marriage.Des he really want to tie me up in a commitment? So what, I can't
I was almost desperate as I repeatedly checked my phone screen, waiting to hear from Maureen's friends about her whereabouts in the last two days. Maureen was unreachable, her phone dead.I don't know how many cans of beer I've consumed since returning home from last night's brutal game. I could have killed someone out of disappointment with myself. I felt like a failure.The phone screen lit up, but it wasn't someone I wanted to call. Maureen's sugardaddy was listed there. I deliberately gave him a name like that, so he'd think twice when he needed help. I still couldn't make peace with the past between them.Just glancing at the message display outside, without opening the messaging app, it was clear that each word indicated the address. No pleasantries or greetings.That's funny. He asked me to come there?A few minutes after putting the empty cans into the trash bag, an incoming call echoing the voice of a prominent rapper distracted me. Darren seemed genuinely intent on asking me
"Aren't you in college or doing something?" Uncle Darren was already babbling this early. Even the sky outside the window when he drew the curtains wasn't fully lit yet even though the alarm clock on the nightstand read seven o'clock. "Really, Rin, I'm confused to see you just lying in your room these days."A few days? I've only had a mattress this soft for two days. The sheets were soft and didn't rub against my skin. This time I can somewhat agree with Angga's previous insinuation about our ... well, lifestyle.The only choice is for me to give in and try to lower my standards, or for him to raise his income. Fix, yeah, I don't want to get married yet.In the last month of living together, I can't keep giving in to the future that Angga offers even though everything can be distracted with sex or Netflix and ignore everything.But, how to talk about it? Our fights would only continue to end with unification. I hated that."Why did you wake me up, Uncle?" I squirmed and kicked off th
"Uncle ...." I moan, feeling the ludicrous touch that traverses the skin. It descends from the arrangement of bones that make up my shoulders, collarbone, and then cupping the wedge of the neck divider of the body-wrapping overalls.From where he stood, Uncle Darren must have clearly seen the puffs that were getting denser as a result of his actions. I reflexively tilted my head to the right side, letting his warm breath caress the recesses of my neck without being covered by hair."You're always delicious, Rin." Uncle Darren's whisper sounds lulling behind my earlobe. The mint-scented exhale and woody-herb traces were replaced by the wetness of a taste bud that was beginning to venture out.Some seconds were fun to savor, but the next, what I was doing was more like an escape to get recognized. It felt like being a traitor.The corners of my lips twitched, realizing Uncle Darren wasn't doing anything more than that. Even though I liked the way he treated me, I still couldn't deny tha
"Move on, Is." Angga was seen patting the woman's cheek. What is her name? Isma? I could hear Angga talking casually through the barrier like that. "Anyway, stop following me."I was close enough to hear their conversation. It was just a stack of boxes at the turn of the foyer facing the exit of the supermarket.At first I thought Angga was still asleep because all my voice messages and calls had gone unanswered. Well, I should have sent a short message about going shopping before going home and asked Angga to ignore my request.Turns out he was in this place and met a 'flower snake' like that Isma. She really used to be a campus slut, right?Angga just told me about his habit of fighting in the arena just to buy time with Isma in the past. No wonder Angga didn't complain about getting a woman like her to support him.Well, I guess any man in Indonesia would always think of ways to get a virgin, but he chose the hardest way by capitalizing on feelings. Including me.Are there still peo
"Raka!" Isma waved from where she was pushing the shopping trolley towards me.Even though this monthly shopping business is usually the part of Maureen who understands best, but this morning when I woke up, there was already a note stuck to the refrigerator door. Correction, noon. I even got home early in the morning after last night's battle."Please, you do the shopping," accompanied by a heartfelt emot, a very long shopping list with special notes, and her black card. Including an incoming message on my phone explaining why Maureen was in such a hurry. Company research."Shopping too?" asked Isma after aligning the trolley she was pushing with mine. She even took the note I was holding and nodded, as if she understood.Why did we have to meet here, anyway? I'm even more uncomfortable with Isma around."Feeling better?" She still asked after returning the shopping list along with a few things taken from the shelves in the left row to my cart."When was the fight?" I arranged each i