“The doctor said it's just tiredness, Bi.” Iqlima continued to resist every time Darren took her hand from the edge of the emergency room gurney. She didn't even want to look at the man's wrinkled face that looked at her with pity. “Go home!”“You fainted, Ima!” Darren pressed, squeezing the grip of the woman who was still his wife. The veins in his temples were sticking out with every word. “Your coworker said you were bleeding, not menstruating!”“Bi ....” Iqlima tried to turn her back to Darren, hiding the flow that spread from the edges of her eyelids.However, Darren managed to hold Iqlima's shoulders so that they could talk to each other without breaking their gaze."What's so hard about telling me you're pregnant?” The back of his hand wiped away every visible tear.Don't know how many minutes passed just to read the situation between the two of them. Darren wouldn't have questioned if Iqlima hadn't told him. They were no longer young people who needed to be bribed with advice,
Much better. Even though the crushing was still felt, Maureen was no longer as weak as before. She could open her eyes wide and enjoy the diffused light in the room.Not wanting to lift her head yet, she turned her head to the left side and found a man placing his right cheek right in front of her face.Almost surprised, Maureen greeted softly, “Hi ....” She realized that the fingers intertwined with the man's were attached to a forked IV needle, one for electrolyte fluid, the other connected to the periodic release of medication from a large injection.The man nearby winked, then jumped to release his hold on Maureen and quickly stood up from his chair. “Hi, need anything?”For Angga, being so close to Maureen after a full night of vulgar scenes, everything felt awkward. He had to hold the back of his head many times every time he met Maureen face to face.Their relationship was just a one-night stand, nothing more. Why would Angga expect more?“No,” Maureen's answer almost made Angg
"Do you really live here alone?" asked Maureen after going through the sliding door typical of shophouses opened to their full width.The parking area in front was spacious, about five meters uphill from the main road. Meanwhile, the first floor showed an empty room like a former clothing store, leaving headless statues and iron rails on the walls."Yes, my sister sometimes drops by when she's not on regional assignment." Angga pushed the sliding door again in the opposite direction until it closed after making sure the two people with him had entered."Where did the stuff go here first?" It was Ben's turn to ask. As Ben recalled, the room used to be full of various types of clothes and tended to be stacked like a warehouse because the owner was no longer trading."Selling at a loss. It was enough to pay for medical school admission." Angga didn't sugarcoat his family's economic situation, of course education came first when he and his sister couldn't continue the family business. "Co
In the predominantly white room with various wooden ornaments including the massive window frames, there is no sound other than the intermittent sighs and continuous pounding of a pair of humans without any covering on the bed.The woman squatted over the man holding her waist, pressing deeply into the object entering her snatch, then lifting her buttocks high until the long object was almost released, then repeating the same motion.The long hair behind her continued to swing in various directions at random. Her body was already very wet with sweat, dripping from her tired face that was forced to shake by the hand holding her."Uncle, please .... It hurts ...." She begged, but wasn't sure what for. Wanting to stop, her body continued to seek relief from the growing tingles down there.He did stop moving her waist up, but his grip on her hips swallowed his manhood with great force. The twitching sensation he felt seemed to suck away his entire reality, he felt catapulted by the ultima
"Are you sure you want to work here again?" Angga repeated his question again as he escorted Maureen to the entrance of the building that housed her office. The glass walls were dazzling, reflecting the morning light from where they had parted."I can't keep depending on you." Maureen got off the back seat of Angga's motorcycle and handed him the helmet that had been removed from her head. "I'm not a girl who can accept being given things by a guy who has nothing to do with me."Being under Angga's care, it seemed like Maureen felt like gaining weight especially with the man's attention. Even without being asked, Angga is willing to hug her every time she feels scared of facing the dreams that come.It was nothing more than a hug, even though Maureen knew Angga was struggling to restrain himself.Maureen tied up her long hair that had not received any care in the last few days other than the usual shampooing every time she took a shower. Some of the strands were probably broken becaus
Maureen sneezed badly from the wilted roses on the corner of her desk. It had probably been a few days and no one had moved the bouquet with the anonymous 'Miss U' handwritten greeting card.Somewhat horrified, he chose to throw the thing that would normally make a woman melt into the nearest trash can in a state of sudden nasal congestion. Just a single rose in one of Darren's residences could make him suddenly lose his appetite, let alone a large series."Really, you don't want to be dropped off?" asked Ben as their working hours drew to a close while Maureen was still struggling with the curve of unfinished reports due to too many passing 'ads'.Maureen really felt guilty for sneezing so loudly that the other employees always questioned her every time she passed in front of the cubicle."Just go ahead. It's okay." Maureen took another sheet of tissue from the box the young man had bought her at lunchtime. Not only was she sneezing, but also her eyes were already watering from someo
"No need to look over there!" Iqlima turned Darren's face away first when they got into the car together. Even though Darren might not actually notice the other woman, Iqlima felt obligated to keep her husband's gaze only on her."See what?" Darren took a tablet from his briefcase and transferred Iqlima's grip in his free hand. "I'm here, Ima."Darren may have been as affectionate with her as he used to be when they had no significant problems, but after the affair... for Iqlima things were no longer the same. The man she expected to be a priest, a good example for her children had betrayed her.However, her divorce petition has yet to be finalized. Darren wants them to try to put their lives back together and asks Iqlima to consider it until their child is born.Think everything is easy? As long as the womanizer was still around Darren, Iqlima could not calm down."So take me to the doctor, will you?" Iqlima showed the schedule on her phone screen. All sorts of plans had been neatly
Two humans take shelter under a warm flannel blanket, sharing it with each other amidst the cold rain outside. However, there is nothing going on underneath other than bare skin clinging to each other.Angga, who is used to hugging Maureen, lets her sink her face into his broad chest. The warmth of Maureen's breath there has always been able to arouse his deepest desires. However, as long as Maureen refused, he would wait."Sorry, Angga. I can't yet," Maureen regretted, tightening her grip behind Angga's broad back.Literally, she was comfortable, not feeling rushed to get someone like Angga. However, the last time with Darren seemed to lock her back into rejection. Maureen didn't understand."I can't force it." Angga's scent was soothing. His touch was even able to make Maureen feel pampered even though the man did not get what he wanted. "Are you sure it's okay just like this?""Yes," Maureen sighed weakly. Honestly, being hung is like losing before getting the whole, lumpy and unsa
"Hi, handsome! Looks like you really like Maureen, seeing as my cell phone is still intact," said the young man whose name I didn't remember. Only his face was still familiar despite his long hair. He became Maureen's backrest while sitting on the stool opposite the bartender's table."You can keep my new number. Just type in Aaron."I didn't care about the way he introduced himself. I had only come to pick Maureen up and hoped she was still living where we had last made out.First impression when I opened her room, it was messy. I wasn't used to seeing things scattered all over the place other than our clothes as we stripped each other. The Maureen I knew had miraculous cleaning habits although not as perfect as her twin brother."What's the matter with this, Rin?" My question went unanswered, Maureen was completely stoned as she lay on her bed. I took my place beside her, observing the changes in the contours of her face which looked fuller than the last time we met. The strands of
I was abandoned again this morning. There was no one in my room other than the marks on the wet sheets. The smell of cum was so strong even on my naked body, on my cheeks too.An illusion?I rolled to the edge of the bed, but the pain in my groin made me crawl slowly. Last night's perpetrator really took advantage of the opportunity.I remember Aaron coming in last night, then another guy took me. Aaron said he wasn't interested in women, was last night the same guy he called sexy?His message this morning on the screen of the cell phone I just picked up confirmed the truth. The sexy man still has Aaron's number activated.But does he need to know I'm pregnant?Oh, yes. Do I need to take another test this morning to make sure? I drank so much last night and had so much sex, it should be coming out already, right?Stupid Maureen! I cursed myself as I noticed the large amount of cum coming out of my vagina. There was no blood at all.Looks like the hot guy even played with my hand.I lo
Still having to understand Maureen's busy schedule, I got into another habit. Chatting with a date on an app. It wasn't just about sex, although that was the initial trigger of the introduction.White Fox--she doesn't want others to know her identity when it comes to sex. She never actually met any of her acquaintances, other than me. She said, anyway. What can be trusted from online acquaintances?This time we promised to meet, to make sure the photos we received from each other were real. Without knowing faces, of course.The fox mentioned a club, not the upstairs part of the club where drinking and dancing usually took place, but gambling through martial arts action in the hidden basement of the city's high-rise buildings. She would see me first with a sign, a victory in the new fighter challenge session."Just because I mentioned martial arts, she actually challenged me." My mind underestimated the battle scene amidst the cheering humans.Unlik
My first year here, the fall season that just started, was very busy. Maybe it's the culture shock effect too. Talking to native speakers made me slower to digest other people's conversations. Unfortunately, Zac Efron was in the same room as me, the substitute lecturer.While the man whose real name was Aaron Cohen was busy explaining averaging down as one of the tricks of massive stock purchases, I was imagining what might have happened on the night of our date. He said I was fierce enough to kick his manhood, and then... the fragments of memories of touching a man without remembering a face were troubling me."You sure nothing happened that night?" I asked after our introductory pleasantries when class was over.Aaron gave a long mumble, placing his index book on his chin suspiciously. He clarified, "I didn't do anything with you, but another guy did. He was pretty hot while wrestling with you."Wow! Am I that wild to let someone else see my bed activities? Just imagining it makes m
"It's okay to leave you alone, right?" More like a notification than a request for permission, Maureen was always like that, on her own.I don't know what kind of relationship we had, just physical interaction every time we met, other than that... she and I seemed to be in different worlds. I've come all the way across the continent to see her, through hot nights that I feel like I need a long rest, and she's so noisy unpacking the pile of papers on the desk with the excuse, "I have class this morning."Well, what could I respond to in my half-awake, half-cocked state. The habit on a cold morning, already exhausted and drained from the night, of still being able to stand upright.Maureen is my fiancée, on purpose. There were things I couldn't explain to Maureen about our relationship that changed too quickly. From being just sleeping buddies, without dating, to having a status. Maybe marriage was included? It was also the design of someone who was quite close to Maureen."What time d
I was surprised when Angga-my fiancé-arrived when my date had just left. Our 17-hour-plus-flight relationship did not limit our interactions with the opposite sex, including sex.The agreement from the start of our relationship was openness. There was no way I could prevent Angga from fulfilling his needs when we started out as a one-night stand. Sex. It's a match. I got engaged because there were no other candidates, while my scandal with Uncle Darren needed to be diverted so that Grandpa's company wouldn't collapse due to the drop in stock prices."You didn't tell me when you were leaving!" I protested after our recent struggle. "I was worried, you know?"Even if he sends me thousands of fake roses, I won't easily give in to his apology for surprising me without any news. Yes, fake roses because real flowers make me sneeze.The previous two days I was like a crazy person who kept drinking alcohol because I had no outlet. Usually Angga would invite me to have phone sex in the midnigh
"Uncle, here ...." Maureen's voice was still echoing in my head, even the scene from last night was briefly repeated in the short dream just now."Shit ...." I cursed the front of my pants, which turned out to be damp and sticky. It was only a fleeting dream on the way, but it was enough to make me take another shower.The distance between Boston and NYC should have taken less than three hours, but I needed time to clean up after half the trip. It could have been longer if I'd taken public transportation. Luckily I still had my cell phone to contact the driver, as well as the cell phone of the young man Maureen was dating.Stupidly, I even replayed the video that recorded the vulgar scene between us. When Maureen inserted mine into her very erotically, I woke up too."Is this really like being a widower?" I lamented my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table that was the facility of the motel room at the highway stop.Moving to the dressing table and resting the cell phone ther
"When are you coming out, anyway?" asked the woman on top of me, who was still riding like a horse controller around the stables at high speed. Her hoarse voice sounded tired, but there was no sign that the rider was about to collapse.I just enjoyed the sensual view from the surface of the bed that I thought was too narrow for the two of us to occupy. While removing the hair from her damp face, while touching the softness of her sweat-soaked skin, I... felt deja vu.Eight years ago, when she did the same thing, when I was completely unaware of her existence. My first moment with her could not be replaced by any other woman."Uncle ...." She moans, lowering the speed of her hip shaking as she bends over. Ah, those warm lips teasing the dark circles on my chest. The slight bite there became very stinging in my head.I recognized her amazing stamina despite being under the influence of alcohol. Maureen repeatedly achieved release, felt from how hers clamped down on me, oozing warmth tha
"Angga is a jerk!" The woman at the edge of the bar counter continued to sip the contents of the glass that had been emptied of ice. She connected to another glass that the barista thrust in front of her in between swearing harshly every time she looked at the extinguished phone screen. "Damn it!"Her name was Maureen Jovita Abraham, a college student who made the most of her empty nights by following the habits of her new friends in a foreign land. And the cell phone's low power added to her frustration with her boyfriend, who had not been forthcoming."Where are you going, motherfucker?!" Her palms pounded on the table, fuming at the loneliness. The drinking partner who had invited her had disappeared into the crowd of music lovers."Rin?" The call came from a voice she hadn't heard in a long time, who else could say her name with the distinctive accent of her home country."You are here?" Maureen tried to lift her head, which was getting heavier from the effects of the drink, to lo