"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
"What do you mean by saying that?" Maureen approached Angga at the waiting room bench near the emergency room of the hospital closest to the old rink where the two men were competing.She still vividly remembered Angga's ambiguous sentence about Darren's victory due to Maureen's choice, and then her lover had chosen to remain mute throughout the ambulance ride to the hospital other than for the examination.Seeing Angga still shirtless in the cold night without any clothes or identification, Maureen offered a hug from the man's side. Just to keep warm, waiting for Ben to catch up and bring Angga's things."You still have feelings for him," Angga said without looking at Maureen. The man's line of sight was fixed straight on the glass wall that served as the hospital's wall and occasionally the path in front of it was traversed by emergency gurneys."Oh my, Angga ...." Maureen let out a long breath, a warm gust of air hitting the shoulder she was leaning on.Angga raised both hands, pal
A large, night-colored 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 feel 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. Not only
"M.J. Abraham...," said the man who made Angga turn to the clapping hands nearby, "this is Angga's surprise, isn't it?"A couple of humans Angga knew greeted him in turn, then Resti joined their small circle. Maureen reflexively followed Angga even though she felt she had never seen the 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 observant, 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."No word on the 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 th
"Bi?" Iqlima followed the quick steps of the man who was her partner in the engagement party invitation out of the room. "Where are you going?"After watching the dance of the couple hosting the event, Darren felt restless and needed more space than just accompanying the conversation of the colleagues present. Most of them were talking about expanding the distribution market to several developed countries and profits that were not affected by issues.Grandpa seems to have succeeded in building investor confidence until the latest client through the engagement party of the step-cousin, so Darren thought. No wonder he had to come with Iqlima even though the old man knew they were in the process of divorcing.Not only were there many eyes, but there was also still media coverage, albeit in small numbers and private, to witness the denial of the incident in front of Angga's shop earlier.How great! Darren wanted to applaud his grandfather's instant scenario for his grandchildren's lives.
"This is better." Maureen rolled on top of Angga, combing through the man's hair that had been trimmed before the task.Accepting Maureen's deliberate embrace, Angga repositioned himself to lean against the headboard. Angga's thick eyebrows formed a surprised frown, then his fingers also pinched the strands of hair that fell down his forehead. "Really? No wonder they're watching?"At first Angga's frown could bring out laughter between them, then Maureen's expression suddenly turned serious. "Who are they?" she wondered.Angga looked up as if thinking, then glanced at Maureen's whining which seemed contrived. "Yeah ..., colleagues at the hospital," Angga replied while nodding slowly, deliberately teasing his lover who then moved to the side."Do it again!" Feigning ignorance, Maureen grabbed her cell phone from the charger on the nightstand and began scrolling through the screen randomly. After the statement she made a few weeks ago, hearing that Angga could be close to the opposite s
"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