Aksara For Arsyilla
Usil Student

Twenty minutes later, Arsyilla came out of the faculty building. The woman walked in with her laptop bag and a brown map containing the students' answer sheets. He looked to the right and to the left, as if searching for the existence of the Aksara. Apparently the man was sitting on a park bench in front of the Faculty of Architectural Engineering. The man was seen waving his hand to Arsyilla.

However, before Arsyilla walked towards Aksara. There was a fellow lecturer who was seen stopping and greeting Arsyilla.

“Good afternoon Ms Arsyilla, want to go home directly?” tanyakanya.

The lecturer colleague was named Pak Bagas, one of the young lecturers who also taught at the Faculty of Engineering.

“Iya Sir, this will go straight home,” replied Arsyilla while nodding.

After that Arsyilla preceded her fellow lecturer and immediately walked towards Aksara's car. Apparently, as soon as she entered the car, Arsyilla saw her husband's pouting face.

“Old ya wait?” ask Arsyilla while wearing a sit bealt.

However, Aksara was silent and did not want to answer Arsyilla's question until the man then drove his car at moderate speed. Cut through the capital's traffic jams, and headed to his apartment. Half an hour later they arrived at the apartment.

Once in the apartment, Aksara also still installs silent mode. The man who usually talked a lot while with Arsyilla was now completely silent. While Arsyilla was also silent, the woman walked on Aksara entering her apartment unit.

After arriving in her apartment, Arsyilla then clasped her husband's hand, “You why the hell, sister? Suddenly silent as gini?” ask Arsyilla slowly.

However, in fact Aksara was still craving, he quickly let go of Arsyilla's hand. Choose to put his backpack and then lean his back up to his neck on the sofa, covering his eyes with his hands.

Strange changes, until now Arsyilla was afraid to face a suddenly silent Aksara like this. Come to think of it, where is his mistake? Could it be because she was late to come home because Arsyilla had filled the news of the exam first, then she came out to go home. Or is there something else?

Feeling the need for an explanation, Arsyilla then sat next to Aksara. The woman seemed to sigh slowly, “Kak, did I make a mistake?” ask this time.

According to Arsyilla, if the changes in Aksara's mood were due to her, then Arsyilla did not hesitate to apologize to her husband. After all, the teachings of Mama Khaira and Papa Radit that in the household better everything is discussed together. If you are guilty, admit your mistake and apologize. Apologizing doesn't make a person high or low, apologizing means people learn humility.

Arsyilla was still waiting and hoping that Aksara would answer, apparently not. The man still did not flinch. Alright, Arsyilla will try once more. Arsyilla's hand moved and grasped the one hand of Aksara, she gently rubbed the back of the man's hand.

“Kak, you why? Are you sure you don't want to be explained well? If I'm guilty, I'm sorry,” he said once again.

The experience is quite draining patience because in fact Aksara is still silent, to feel several times trying and fruitless, Arsyilla then rose to his feet, the woman intends to give time to the Aksara, to give time to the, she will try to calm her husband again.

This time Arsyilla actually left, and instead of entering the room of the two of them, Arsyilla chose to enter her original room. She flushed under the cold shower to calm herself down. By nightfall, Arsyilla came back out with her half-wet hair, looking for where her husband is today.

The woman came out of her room with a sneak peek, then looked into the living room apparently there was no Aksara there, looked into the kitchen, but there was also no one there. Until finally, Arsyilla without permission opened the door of the room Aksara. How surprised he was, when he saw Aksara who had just come out of the bathroom bare-chested and there was only a white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Aakkkhhh ..”

Arsyilla shouted, and the woman turned her body away. It was embarrassing and panicked to see her husband. Even Arsyilla took a slow breath.

“Sister, quickly put on your clothes,” cried Arsyilla this time by covering her face with both hands.

Instead of getting dressed quickly, Aksara approached Arsyilla. The man was standing right behind Arsyilla's back. Letting her skin wet, hit Arsyilla's back. The man slightly lowered his head and spoke right by the side of Arsyilla's ear.

“Don't shout later next unit listen,” he said while stealing a kiss on Arsyilla's cheek.

God, it feels like Arsyilla has to run right now from that room. It was still thrilling to see Aksara in her post-bath state and a white towel wrapped around her waist.

“Silver, hunted wear your clothes or tonight I sleep in the next room,” threatened Arsyilla this time.

The man walked away from Arsyilla towards his walk in closet picking up a home shirt and a pair of shorts. Before approaching Arsyilla, Aksara actually sprayed the Sandalwood-scented perfume first into his body, and combed his hair using only his fingers. Afterwards, the man approached Arsyilla, clutching her body tightly.

“About Brother?” asked Arsyilla stammeredly.

Aksara then laughed, “You are very funny anyway, even though you also have seen me absolutely plain on that night,” he said by rubbing his chin right above the head of Arsyilla.

“Kak, don't joke,” said Arsyilla this time.

Then, Aksara turned over Arsyilla's body slowly, making the woman now face to face with him, “Already, open your eyes,” he said slowly.

But before Arsyilla opened her eyes, a nosy Aksara seemed to take off for a moment the shirt she had originally worn. Making him bare-chested in front of Arsyilla.

Slowly Arsyilla opened her eyes, a faint shadow of Aksara was visible, but she immediately covered her face with her hands upon seeing Aksara's chest.

“Very good, I don't want to,” said Arsyilla now.

Aksara unraveled both of Arsyilla's hands covering her face, making the face no longer covered, “Now open your eyes,” her command this time.

Slowly Arsyilla blinked, her eyelids slightly opened, and Aksara was wearing back her shirt. Oh, my God, it feels so good. A long sigh could be heard from Arsyilla's mouth.

“Yeah, so nosy anyway,” said Arsyilla.

The characters were silent, and the man chose to sit on the edge of the bed. Seeing Arsyilla still standing, a single hand of Aksara jolted Arsyilla to make Arsyilla fall in her lap.

The two female eyeballs widened instantly, with the hands resting directly on the man's shoulders.

“Kak,” said softly.

Aksara then looked at Arsyilla's face, “Hust be so bad waspa temen lecturer while smiling so?” tanya Aksara later.

Arsyilla then brought her two eyes to look at her husband's face, “So sulking because of that?” ask Arsyilla slowly.

“Don't show that smile of yours to other men because I don't like it,” Aksara said possessively.

In fact, Arsyilla laughs as if exploding, the woman laughs and observes her husband, “You are so nosy Kak, less yes all day ngusilin me,” he said this time.

Arsyilla then narrowed his eyes, “Tadi after the writing test in the corner of the answer sheet he said “I'm sure I will succeed with this test because it gets the spirit of you earlier. Love U, My Lecture.” means what is it?” arsyilla asked, looking at her husband's face. “Continue now, crank just because I nyapa Pak Bagas. Geez Brother, I just say hello, and smiling is just a formality,” said Arsyilla in the end.

However, Aksara actually hugged Arsyilla who sat on her lap tightly, “Gak like, do not smile with other guys,” he said.

Arsyilla then cupped the man's face with both hands, “ .. but right, my sweetest smile is just me showing you,” he said slowly. Slowly Arsyilla lowered her face slightly, her eyeballs looked at Aksara's face and now she smiled looking at Aksara's lips. Braving herself, Arsyilla poked her lips for a moment over Aksara's lips.

Chup!

“Do not sulk again yes, if you mengambek kayak gini I really want to bob alone in the next room,” said Arsyilla again.

The man blinked and pinched Arsyilla's nose slowly, “One kiss less, Syilla ... again well,” the door excitedly.