7 Virgin Blood
When I Fall in Love

Sure oes. Not without reason, I waited for the handsome man's return because there were many reasons. One of them as I mentioned, I want to be close to him, and the other reason is longing. The man has held my heart since his return a year ago. When I was seventeen and I was in love for the first time. The first time I felt a strange sensation of his presence, the man I had known since my arrival in my mother's homeland.

I still remember exactly how sweet the first moment my heart beat faster when I saw the man. In the morning, in the early morning humidity, when the morning sun had not even shone its light, my grandmother asked me to deliver breakfast to the man. My grandmother said, Our neighbor just arrived at her house last night, a little late, when I was already sound in my sleep, so I don't know exactly what time she arrived here. And of course, at the time, it was none of my business, nor was it in my interest - in contrast to a few minutes later....

At the door, when I called his name, no answer responded to me, and as I pulled down the door handle of the house, the door was unlocked, this means that the man is not in the house. And as usual, my grandmother or I are welcome to go straight in if that is the case. And I went in.

Without lingering, I immediately put the tray of food on the dining table: yellow rice, various side dishes of grandmother's cuisine, plus a hot cup of tea, and then close it with a serving hood. And I also intend to go straight home. But...

Click!

Power's out. The house was dark and I couldn't see anything.

In the kitchen, I tried to fumble around the table, maybe finding a lighter or whatever could produce light. However, I did not find it, and a few moments later I decided to just get out of the house. I walked forward, taking steps and breaking through the darkness to get out of the house. However, I had not been able to get out and escape the darkness, I hit someone.

"Let's!"

Quickly the figure grabbed my body. Hold me until I don't fall. Like a hero in a scene in a soap opera story. And...

Click!

The electricity is back on. The lights on the ceiling of the old house were already radiating brightly again. And a handsome man bare-chested was seen before my eyes. I held my body with both hands.

"Jaka Oom?" low muttering escaped my lips.

Geez, Oom Jaka Pradana, the homeowner who just came in and got hit by me swiftly grabbed me. I flinched into his arms. Makes me stare and mute. I realized I was stunned, fascinated. My eyes almost glared at his handsome face, tracing the chest of his field, and the muscles of his arms, which perfectly decorated the tall body. There, in that pure white skin, sweat splashed with the characteristic scent of manhood.

Uuuh... intoxicating! Makes my soul thrash. Really, I'm stunned....

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here" he said. "You're okay, right? Is anyone sick?"

I'm still riveted. The man had just come home from a morning run in a gym suit, slacks and expensive sports shoes, and a jacket draped over his left shoulder that had fallen to the floor. My palm felt the warmth of her naked skin, and her heartbeat.

The deg!

I don't know why, suddenly my heart was beating strongly, and my heart was pounding wildly at the sight of the grown man standing before me, hugging my waist, until I was glued, silent, and not taking my palm off his chest.

"Wulans?"

"Emm?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, Oom. Sorry, i. I...."

Ah, shame. I took my hand off his chest and I lowered my head as consciousness buzzed in my brain. My face was hot and burning.

"It's ok. I want to go to the bathroom. Excuse me."

I'm nodding. Observe the muscular back as the man walks. And I feel like I'm in love.

Oh, Wulan, wake up, my mind turning around.

"Wulans?"

"Yes?" I turned back.

"Happy birthday."

Oom Jaka smiled, very charming....

"Huh? Oom remember?"

Oh my God, what kind of question is that? Since my fifteenth birthday, Oom Jaka wishes me a happy birthday.

The man was grinning wide. "of course. Our birthdays are the same. How could I forget?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, thank you, Oom. Happy birthday to Oom Jaka."

He nodded and smiled, then closed the bathroom door.

I, who was already fascinated by the man's prowess, was even more fascinated because he kept remembering my birthday, and always wished me a happy birthday. It was then that I remembered the moment of my fifteenth birthday, when my grandmother gave me a birthday present and Oom Jaka was on the porch of her house, looking at us, and she smiled. Then, unexpectedly, he came up to me and shook hands with me to wish me a happy birthday, the first time. At that moment, he said that day was his birthday as well: with a twenty-year age difference with me. And I'm glad he still remembers it and recites it on my sixteenth and seventeenth birthday.

But that was three years ago, two years ago, and a year ago, when I was fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen, and, when Oom Jaka was thirty-five, thirty-six years, and thirty-seven years old. Three effective years. And the moment of my seventeenth birthday, that was my happiest birthday. And since then, for the past year, my feelings have always been flowery. The feeling that made me always imagine his presence and hope he will have the same feeling as me. Love in silence that is reluctant to go despite the lack of communication. And that feeling still reigned in my heart. Moreover, to this day, Oom Jaka is still single, and I still expect it.

I still hope.

Not wrong, is it? Nothing in this world is impossible. Maybe he's my soul mate. Although we are twenty years old, and although I am not Nawang Wulan the angel of heaven, and Oom Jaka is not the knight of Jaka Tarub, may we both be a match....

And, now I wait for her again to wish me a happy birthday on my eighteenth birthday. Two more days....