A Flick of Asa For Love
CHAPTER 122

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“Which wife, Sa? No breakfast at all?” evyana asked when she saw her son go down alone to a restaurant on the bottom floor of the hotel. It just so happened that the Harsa family had gathered at the pre-reserved table. They wanted to have breakfast there.

“Widya is not awake yet, Ma,” replied Harsa.

“Pak Bowo, it looks like soon we will be fondling grandchildren,” exclaimed Rendra followed by their laughter. While Harsa who still did not understand the situation by casually sitting down and taking the rice.

“Harsa, what do you want?” Evyana was furious to see her son.

“Ya breakfast, Ma. Emang here Harsa wants to take a bath,” Harsa replied without sin.

“Back to room. Ask for breakfast to be delivered to the room. You want to let your wife starve after a night of fighting!” Evy glared at her insensitive son.

Harsa's hand came to a standstill, as she recalled last night when they first felt the heaven of the world. He remembered Widya's tired face and how this morning he carried the woman to the bathroom gegara could not walk, even though he wanted to urinate.

“Sorry, Mom. Harsa forgot.” Harsa rushed back to her room after asking the hotel to bring breakfast to her room.

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Two days later, Harsa had returned from the hotel where the wedding took place. That afternoon, the Harsa family gathered at Rendra's residence. Accompanied by a cup of tea and a snack made by Evyana, they sat on the side porch.

“Where are you going on your honeymoon? Try if aunty is still in Japan, you must be aunty between enjoying the snow there,” regret Aline who can not accompany his nephew enjoy the winter in Japan.

“No papa, Tan. We also have no plans for a honeymoon far away. Yes, right, Yang?” harsa looked at his wife. While Widya just nodded in response to him.

“Don't Jogya be good too, Tan. In the past, when Widya was a child often visited Eyang in Bantul. Now Widya has forgotten, a long time not to go there,” Widya said.

“Tante there are recommendations of romantic places in Jogya area?” ask Harsa.

“If it asks Om you, tuh,” Aline pointed at her husband.

“Om, we want honeymoon to Jogya. Show us a fun place, yes,” pinta Harsa.

“If the problem is calm, om will give reference as well as om order place and accommodation. Consider it a wedding gift from om.”

“Wah, thank you very much, Om.” Widya and Harsa answered.

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Tomorrow, during the day they fly to the city of Gudeg with Aline and Surya who will return to their home in Jogya. Upon arrival at Yogyakarta International Airport, Harsa and Surya separated.

“Happy enjoying this honeymoon, Sa. Om pray good luck,” said Surya before they split. “Please take care of my nephew. If until he complains, I make sure will not use your services again,” Surya said to the man in charge of bringing Harsa around.

“Siap, Sir. You do not have to worry,” reply the man smiled respectfully.

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“I take a shower first, yes. Sultry, nih,” Widya said as soon as she arrived at the hotel room.

“Honey, shower together, yes,” pinta Harsa who barged into the bathroom without excuse.

“Stop! Injunctive. If you are here we will not take a shower,” witty Widya who began to memorize her husband's behavior.

“No, I promise nothing. Time not to go hunting, honey. Later we run out of sunset moments. Please,” pinta Harsa please. Considering the day was getting late, Widya finally relented so that they did not lose the most beautiful moment in this place. However, it wasn't Harsa's name if she missed the beautiful scenery before her eyes. The sight of Widya's limp body has now become opium for her.

“Shy, stop!” widya shouted as Harsa's hands began to explore the area that could make the girl melt.

“Ck! You have the heart, Yang,” Og Harsa with a clear face. Widya cupped her husband's face. Smacked the man's lips timidly.

“Not now, Honey. Tuh, the sun drowned again,” watered Widya.

Harsa immediately regained her senses and completed her bath ritual without frills that would make Widya pout. After changing their clothes, they left the hotel room. Walk by the pool and finally sit in the gazebo around the pool. Staring at a tinge of orange on the western horizon while enjoying coffee that still reflects white smoke. Harsa held Widya's hand.

“Thank you, Darling. It has given me the confidence to make amends first.” Harsa kissed his wife's hand full of affection.

“English, yes, Sa. The sound of the crashing waves made me feel peaceful.” Widya looked into her husband's eyes. “Thank you for patiently accompanying me all this time,” said Widya. They re-enjoiced in nature paintings that so spoiled the eyes. Until the golden color really turned dark.

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At two o'clock in the morning, Harsa and Widya were getting ready to continue the journey. This morning they will enjoy the sunrise on a mountain slope. The tour guide that will take them is ready in the hotel lobby. Their walk takes about two hours. The bone-chilling cold began to be felt as it passed through the narrow and dark undulating streets. Although still early in the morning, several motor vehicles were seen in the back. They also want to enjoy the beautiful sunrise at the natural tourist park ‘Posong.’

The winding and uphill roads began to be felt. The air is getting colder, they are on the slopes of Mount Sindoro with an altitude of 3,150 masl. Along the way to the top surrounded by tobacco and coffee plants. But unfortunately, because it was still dark they could not enjoy the scenery around the road to Posong. Around four in the morning they arrived at the location and immediately headed for the lodging that had been booked.

“Cold, Which?” ask Harsa while putting a blanket on Widya's body. They sat in front of the inn waiting for the dawn to rise.

“Iya,” replied Widya briefly. Harsa immediately hugged her woman.

They did not expect that the air here was too cold. Slowly the sun began to show its light. Harsa captured the scene with her cell phone. Slowly but surely, a faint white cloud was visible. They seem to be above the clouds. Widya was so amazed to see this scene. Until six in the morning they did not move from where they were sitting. Even though the sun was already high, but the rays were unable to warm their bodies.

“Eat first, yuk! I'm hungry,” Harsa asked when she saw Widya start yawning. Widya nodded and immediately enjoyed the dishes that were already available. After a while, they walked into the inn and laid down his body. Drowsiness that had attacked earlier was not able to hold Widya, making her immediately enter the dream realm once met with a mattress.

Harsa who saw his wife sleeping immediately approached her. Staring at Widya's innocent face while sleeping is a pleasure for her. Harsa pinned Widya's hair behind her ear. Widya who felt disturbed by the touch of Harsa's fingers that felt so cold, wriggling and pulling back the blanket to cover her entire body. Harsa got closer and hugged his wife's body from behind.

Harsa who originally only wanted to give warmth to his wife began to be disturbed, he felt something struggling down there. Between the desire and the sense of not having the heart to see Widya who slept, Harsa finally only gave a light kiss in the niche of Widya's neck. Warm breath that spread across Widya's smooth neck and Harsa's hand that began to be unable to stay still, making Widya awake.

“Tight, The.” Widya tries to avoid.

“Yes you have slept,” replied Harsa with a heavy voice. Harsa is getting crazy, there is something he wants to finish immediately. Gently his hand went inside Widya's shirt, slowly starting to explore the terrain she was getting to know, and stopping at her favorite spot all along. Meanwhile, her breathing continues to hunt in Widya's ears to make the woman who is actually awake since the cold hand touched her stomach, passing a moaning sound that makes Harsa more crazy. And amidst the cold mountain air, the two of them began to sweat sharing warmth.

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...*To be continued...

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