"Congrats, Bro!" An unexpected reaction from Ben. His calmness was sometimes frightening and unpredictable, but this time Angga's best friend just finished his drink and looked at the drab crowd.Angga, who had put on a serious face, chuckled at the direction of Ben's gaze. "I thought you would be jealous."Somehow they always got stuck liking the same woman even though they thought she wasn't on their bucket list at all."Not yet." Ben looked down, eyeing the full glass that the bartender had just slid in front of him. He took a sip of soda and lime-flavored syrup in between conversations. "I can't help it, I have no feelings for her other than sympathy. It's like seeing Dera, but she's not Dera.""I can understand. Dera was quite aggressive back then too." Angga's glass was empty, but the empty space inside seemed to highlight old memories. Hearts that were never spoken to.He had known Dera longer, being her shield whenever she was unable to face the bullies in junior high school.
"Still not done yet?" Maureen continued to complain about Angga's activities, who still felt comfortable moving from one equipment to another in the gym they visited. She herself just stuck to the treadmill, ran a little on the track, and then followed Angga's choices with a limp.Taking too long off from physical exercise had an effect on her breath and belly. Maureen felt insecure next to Angga who seemed to be deliberately wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, especially when pulling down the handle of one of the tools, the man's shoulders formed impressive bulges."Just a light workout."Light? Maureen snorted in annoyance. She could see how the amount of weight Angga used exceeded Maureen's body weight."Tired, you know." Maureen sat on the back support for sit-ups while resting her hands on her chin, watching every bead of sweat forming on the man's temples.Angga looked so wet and focused, just as he reached the end of the struggle and spilled the entire warmth on Maureen's deepest poi
"Where?" Maureen looked in various directions, then Angga laughed.Angga did see the man who seemed to be interested in Maureen a few times, but it was impossible to bring two people together who were not supposed to be together. Maureen had promised to try to be with him and Angga would not waste the opportunity."Miss him?" Angga wiped the sweat from his forehead, pretending to go to the men's locker room.Obviously Maureen couldn't possibly catch up with him in the crowd. She could only try to keep calling Angga's name despite the embarrassment of being heard by many people who might be in there."I can't possibly think of another guy, Angga!" Maureen became annoyed with herself, wondering why she would embarrass herself by explaining. The problem was, time could not be turned back. "Please, don't be such a jealousy girl!"Usually, it was men who would plead with her. Normally, Maureen would choose to leave rather than beg, but why with Angga was she doing the unnecessary?"What th
"I'll be right there!" said Serena as Maureen waited for the bag she had requested from the shop assistant to be prepared.Maureen nodded quickly and then opened the screen of the phone in her hand to update her social media accounts. She occasionally took photos and even did live broadcasts to promote the brands of the stores she visited.As the camera panned to someone in the background, Maureen immediately ended the live broadcast and observed the figure she recognized as the wife of Darren Pratama. At first Maureen smiled sarcastically at the elegant style that she thought was too haughty for a woman smaller than her."Hi, Aunty!" Maureen greeted first when Iqlima turned her head. Disguising her cynicism, Maureen smiled kindly as she realized she was in a public place.Iqlima smiled briefly without answering. Her haughty behavior was apparent as she passed Maureen and grabbed a silver chrome-plated gray handbag from the display case while calling out to another shop assistant."I
"What's this about?" asked Maureen after braving the security guards using the excuse of still being related to Darren and not needing an appointment. Besides, she doubted the man was that busy at the end of the day.Even a meeting that is usually arranged based on priorities can still be punctuated by the fulfillment of desires like when the man locked her up, let alone just a momentary meeting. That's why Maureen gets so angry when Darren breaks his promise and seems happy with a family he doesn't have.She is shown Matthew's notification that sends a snippet of Darren's message along with all kinds of expletives written there without bothering to delete it. Darren must know that his decision to pursue Maureen is too late.Darren eased his back against the back of the bench, resting his forefinger on his chin as he laughed lightly. "I'm taking the challenge from your future fiancé.""Uncle!" To Maureen, Darren's decision was the craziest thing she had ever heard. "Do you realize who
"Who is this, huh?"Maureen barely recognized the beautiful figure that greeted her. Unlike the photo Angga showed her, Resti's curly hair looked straight and smooth. Without her glasses, Angga's sister could have charmed any man."Angga?" asked Maureen. She regretted that she hadn't had time to groom herself or brush her hair. However, it seemed like Angga's sister didn't really care."Maybe he'll be home soon." Resti glanced at the analog watch on her left hand. The woman's stature did not suggest any resemblance to Angga who looked tall and large. Probably she as tall as Iqlima."Oh, I see." Maureen thought, when Angga's shift was over, she could immediately meet the man. It turned out that she had to swallow bitterness for a while. There were too many loose ends that needed to be clarified."Wanna wait inside?" asked Resti as she moved the door, making room to walk through.It's true, Maureen needs to take a break. After shopping and meeting Darren, she hadn't had a chance to 'bre
"Are you sure you really want to fight?" Lying side by side, Maureen tilted her body to face Angga. She played with each strand that fell on the side of his face as she observed every detail that God had sculpted."What's not to like?" Angga took the fingers that moved along the lines of her face. "So that he doesn't keep telling people to follow you around."Maureen's smile, which was originally curved wide, suddenly faded. She said, "He's not the only one who tells people to follow--""Anyone else obsessed with you?" worried Angga. It wasn't just in this relationship that he faced people looking for trouble with his girlfriend, even with Isma in the past Angga couldn't calm down.The difference was that Isma's pursuers were debt collectors and lovers of her body. This was in stark contrast to Maureen's background, which turned out to be the inheritance of a holding company that controlled food distribution and hospitality in Southeast Asia."That's not it, Angga! Listen to me first!
Being face-to-face in a ring like a confined iron cage reduces a fighter's chances of getting away let alone escaping. Maureen had been in it once, feeling the strain of facing a woman far more muscular than herself. This time, however, she could only be a spectator on the periphery of the stage, observing two men who exuded hostility to the surroundings.The shouts of the bettors amplified the deafening echo in the room. However, the referee's signal at the center of the ring signaled that the fight could begin.The two remaining men inside widened the gap after alternating punches missed. Darren's kick to Angga's head was met with a duck and a spin of Angga's leg that almost hooked Darren's lower leg.Darren's leap evaded the attack. In an instant, they created distance again, roaming the perimeter of the ring with their breath catching."Finally we meet again. Should I call you Uncle, too?" Angga teased first. The smile he carved was dismissive, exposing his rows of teeth. His fist
"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