Aksara For Arsyilla
The Rain Rains on the Capital
That afternoon, when Aksara and Arsyilla were still hugging each other and being lulled into dreamland. Out there it seems to be raining the capital. The first day was hot, the sunlight shone with the heat, before evening in fact the rain was so heavy that flushed the city.
After an hour of sleep, Arsyilla woke up first. Slowly she got up and broke her husband's embrace. After that, Arsyilla chose to take a bath, cleaning herself up. While waiting for her husband to wake up, Arsyilla chose to brew Ginger Tea and prepare Fried Rice Seasoning for dinner later.
Tubruk tea that is exposed to hot water sprinkles a very fragrant tea aroma. Until the kitchen area of the apartment was scented with Jasmine Tea that afternoon. Afterwards Arsyilla chose to stand in front of a glass window in the apartment. His hand moved to touch the large window glass with the water dots there.
“Kok suddenly rained anyway? Not that it was time to get home from college, the weather was still normal. There is no sign of rain, now when it suddenly rains like this,” murmured Arsyilla alone while observing the torrent of rain that was so heavy that evening.
A few moments passed, suddenly Aksara was awake and clutched tightly to the body of the wife who was still standing in front of the large window glass with a view of the Capital.
“Hai, Honey,” said as he rubbed his neck on the top of his wife's shoulder.
“Hi Sister, are you awake?” tanyakanya.
Feeling the Aksara nod its head, the man chose silence and saw what was seen in his eyes right now.
“Cock rain well? Instead of coming home from college earlier, as if there were no signs of rain huh?” ask Aksara.
“Iya Kak .. when I woke up it was raining. Where this raining so hard, hopefully not flooded. Deres really raining,” replied Arsyilla.
Feeling that she had been standing for too long, Arsyilla then invited her husband to sit on the sofa. The decoration of the Aksara apartment unit does place a long sofa facing a large glass window, so that while sitting together they can see the view of the city of Jakarta that never seems to fall asleep.
“Sit yuk Kak,” invite Arsyilla.
“Come, you are tired yah?” ask Aksara.
“Ya is not so tired anyway .. it's just, I've been standing here for a long time,” replied Arsyilla.
Until finally, now both of them are sitting on the sofa, and still enjoy the rain that flushes the capital so heavily. Arsyilla wanted to stand up and offer her husband warm tea.
“You Warm Tea, Brother?” ask Arsyilla.
“Let's go, Darling .. sit here first,” Reply Aksara.
The man's hand moved. Carrying Arsyilla's head to lean on her shoulder.
“Nah gini .. sitting down, you rest on my shoulder while looking at the rain out there it feels so romantic,” Aksara said suddenly.
Hearing her husband's words, Arsyilla laughed. The woman did not think that her husband could say that. Slowly Arsyilla's hand moved and wrapped around her husband's arm.
“Tumben the hell you are, Brother,” reply.
Arsyilla tightened her arms around her husband, leaned her head against his firm shoulder, and smiled.
“Rain does sometimes create its own romantic feel. Honestly, I like the rain anyway ... used to be raining-gini often chat with Mama on the porch of the house and listen to the story of Mama and Papa. They are a couple who love each other, romantic,” recalled Arsyilla on her activities while still not married first.
“You like rain?” ask Aksara.
Arsyilla nodded, “Iya .. like,” he replied.
“In addition to rain, what do you like again?” ask Aksara.
“I love your hug like this,” said Arsyilla suddenly.
Hearing the wife's reply, Aksara smiled. Didn't think his wife would answer like that.
Aksara then lowered her face, her lips moving to kiss Arsyilla's lips. Smoke it so deep. Then the man pulled back his face and hugged Arsyilla so tightly.
“I love you so much, Syilla. Maybe for others it sounds excessive, but in fact I can keep the feeling in my heart all this time for one person, and that person is you,” Aksara said.
Responding to the confession of love from her husband, Arsyilla then cupped her husband's face with her hands. Arsyilla advanced her face, and then kissed her husband's lips, sucked the lower folds and upper folds of her husband's lips, grappling them so gently. As if asleep, Aksara then returned a kiss from his wife. Aksara opened his lips slightly, carrying his tongue to caress and teasing his wife's oral cavity. No stopping to tease each other. The script grabbed his wife's lips so gently.
Keep in mind that for Aksara, kisses are not just expressions of love and feelings, kisses can ignite the surge in itself. So that the man further twisted his face, and stamped Arsyilla's chin with his thumb and index finger. The script frowned faster on both sides of Arsyilla's lips, until accidentally a whimper was heard from Arsyilla's lips.
Do not stop the kiss and pagutannya, even though the oxygen they breathe increasingly thin taste, the married couple still linger to kiss each other, fencing, and sucking. As if there will never be an end to replying to each other with strokes, pagutans with pagutans, caresses with caresses, everything just happens. The kiss that they both did was intense.
The rain outside and Arsyilla's kiss really ignited the fire for the young couple. Feeling her chest tight and needing oxygen supply to her lung cavity, Aksara pulled her face and lips away from her lips. The man then looked at Arsyilla so deeply, while the distance of his face was still so close, only an inch.
“You continue?” ask Aksara with his hoarse and deep voice.
Arsyilla was just silent and lowered her face, honestly after being kissed by the characters or doing husband and wife activities, the woman felt embarrassed and preferred to be bowed. Seeing the wife's timid attitude, Aksara then returned to voice.
“Kiss me if your answer is yes,” Aksara says again.
God, it feels like the man is making room for Arsyilla to re-ignite the fire. One kiss will never be enough. When the soft and chewy surface called the lips meet each other, feel sweet and warm, then what happens next is the things that ignite foreign gelenyar in both of them.
Aksara gave a smile waiting for Arsyilla's answer, while Arsyilla was pounding to give an answer to her husband. Along with the chest of the flowers, and also the night wrapped in heavy rain, a couple were both waiting and looking for answers in their hearts and minds.
“Continue or not?”