A POSSESSIVE BESTIE
NOT CAUGHT

In a room that is minimal light, seen a pair of lovers who are sleeping because of their hot activists. Their innocent bodies had been covered in thick blankets. So tired that it is not disturbed at all by the loudness of the music.

The warm embrace of the man made the woman feel comfortable. Slowly his eyes opened with his expanding smile, the woman tightened her embrace on the lover.

"I love you, Ohn. huh." the man was delirious. The expression of love makes the woman's eyes sparkle. Because the words were never once he heard from the lover during the relationship.

"I love you too, Frans" said Lusi. The woman still couldn't believe what she heard.

Still clearly imagined expression of love Frans to him to make it difficult for Susi to close her eyes back. Therefore, Lusi chose to stand from his sleeping position. His hand grabbed the lover's shirt and then put it on. And his feet began to step towards the balcony of his room. While his eyes are now fixed on a group of people who are partying while dancing.

The wind that night was really cold. But the woman's ears can catch the sound of footsteps that are getting closer to her. And a pair of burly hands began to curl around his waist to make him feel warm. The woman's hand did not stay still, she gently squeezed the man's hair. Both positions are very intimate.

"I love you, Frans" said Lusi to make Frans take off his arms. He frowned as the woman changed her position to face him. "I love you" said Lusi again with a smile. But the smile slowly faded because the lover never answered his expression of love.

Lusi breathed his breath violently as Frans chose to pass from before him. "It's okay" he said. Frans' love was a question in her mind. He began to doubt if the expression of love was fixed on him.

When his feet stepped back into the room, the room was already bright because of the light of the lamp. While Frans was already wearing his shorts without a top. Although there was a sense of tightness in his body, but the woman still smiled. He began to approach Frans and dropped his body next to the man. His hands did not stay still, he stroked the chest of the field to touch the stomach-shaped boxes.

"Let's get my clothes back, Lusi. We better go down" Frans said as he stood from his sleeping position. Lusi did not fight, he also obeyed the wishes of the lover. Both of them are wearing their own clothes again.

...*...

Now Frans and Lusi went down from the top floor to the bottom floor using the elevator. The two rushed outside the room, where their friends were partying. Lusi's hands are so possessive holding the hand of the lover. He wanted to show that the man was his.

While Frans did not realize that his affection was being witnessed by a pair of eyes. And that person is Anya. The girl pulled the hand of a man towards the group of people who were dancing. In the middle of the crowd it must be closed from Frans' sight.

"You why?" Ask Alka in surprise. Because they just finished with their jogging activities, but the girl even invited him back.

"Calm down. I was avoiding Frans" he said making Alka mangosteen. But the more surprising Alka was, instead of swaying properly, the girl jumped like an agitated person.

"Why you?" Ask Alka again.

"I'm... Men.. ca. ri. her" said the girl stammered as she spoke while jumping.

"Stop doing that" Alka said, clasping her shoulders tightly together. Alka's remarks made Onya a little offended.

"Why?" Ask Anya. The change in the look of the girl's face was read by Alka. Feeling bad for the girl's gaze, Alka immediately took off her hand.

"I'm sorry, but you're overreacting" Alka said. "Let's come with me" Alka asked later. As if understanding with Onya's fear, the man took her in the opposite direction to Frans' current existence.

"Where?" Ask Anya.

"Where are we going?" Ask the Sun again.

"You will know" said Alka. As if understanding with doubt Onya made Alka chuckle. "I'm not messing around. Jamin deh" said Alka later.

When the motorbike engine was wrong, holding on to the man's shoulder, Onya then climbed on the bike. Just sitting behind Alka, the motor engine went off.

"Is there a problem?" Ask Anya. Instead of answering, Alka took off her jacket and gave it to Onya. "For what?" Ask the Sun again.

"You're the problem. I'm afraid you catch a cold, so wear it" said Alka successfully impressed Onya.

"But it doesn't, Alka. You even catch a cold" replied Onya because he felt the man was too excessive.

Another case with Anya, Alka felt her romantic actions were in a mess. Just because of the innocence of the girl, or maybe because of her stupid base to not understand the situation of the two.

Not to be outdone, Alka put her jacket on Anya. "wear. If you're afraid I catch a cold, then just hug me" he said when he managed to put his jacket on the tiny body.

The motor is back wrong. Not yet had time to plunge the gas, Alka first carried the hand of Onya circular on his back.

"Close grip" he said half-screaming and immediately moved forward.

And this is the first experience for the bike ride. There's a strange sense, between discomfort and pleasure. Uncomfortable because of the way he sits, plus the strong wind that damages his beautiful face. And happy to feel as if he is free.

"I'm free" unknowingly, Anya shouted loudly. "I'm free, Alka. I'm free..." He said again, stretching out his hands.

...*...

While at home Lusi still noisily because of the loud sound of music. The woman continued to sway with the other men. Regardless of the lover who is busy with his drink. Likewise with Lusi who does not care about the existence of Frans at this time.

The man did not get dizzy from drinking too much. Of course not drunk, because all he drank was mango juice.

Although the sound of music was very tight even bother his ears, but Frans' ears could hear clearly the two butterfly women beside him. The name they mentioned made his ear hole widen to find out more.

"You see Anya?" Ask Mena to Olin.

"Even your cousin has disappeared. So you don't have to ask about Anya anymore" Olin replied.

The second conversation successfully invited Frans to join. "I heard you talking about Onya?" Frans asked as he approached the two butterfly women. "Did he come here?" Ask Frans again.

"Come" replied Mena who felt indifferent to the man's question. The turn of the man's gaze was on Olin. But the woman acted as if she did not know by shrugging her shoulders.