Between Love and Love
Almost obscurity.
Salma's breath went up and down, her body pecking at the door of the room where Darren worked. His hands hang in the air, between wanting to knock on the door or not. Doubt and fear enveloped all of Salma's feelings.
Chequek... The door opens from the inside. "Your Salma is here?" ask Darren.
"Eh, that's.." Salma replied nervously, she scratched her non-itchy head.
"Come, comein!" Take Darren. He took Salma's right hand.
Salma followed Darren's footsteps. His heart was getting faster.
Now Darren and Salma were sitting facing each other for about ten minutes and they were silent. No one starts a conversation first. The clockwork sound on the wall was loud in their sense of hearing. Darren stared at Salma in noah's love, while the one in the face just silently lowered his head without daring to say a word.
"What do you need to do here?" Darren finally started the conversation first.
"There is." Reply Salma.
"Wouldn't there be anything?" ask Darren again.
This is the creature God gave the name of a woman. Always reluctant to start first, a little prestige and sometimes put forward the ego. Lips say no, but hearts do.
Darren knitted his brows. He was confused by Salma's response. Of course he could not feel what the woman in front of him wanted at this time. If Salma wanted to get angry, it should have been taken out. Then what needs Salma come late in the afternoon to his office. Really Darren is a man who is not good at guessing things.
"Didih, you're not very sensitive." Salma. This time he looked up at Darren.
"Well, how should dong. Not sensitive what?" Darren pretended not to understand what Salma meant.
"Udah ah, just go home. You don't care" Salma stood up and left Darren.
Quickly, Darren held Salma's hand. He put the woman in his lap. His hands clenched Salma's slender body. "Gue love you, let's get married! Be the mother of my children! Spend time together until you age together. Sorry for yesterday's injury, I'll redeem you for the rest of my life."
Salma's eyes glazed over hearing Darren's words. A few minutes later he nodded.
" Thank you, baby, "Darren stuck his forehead with Salma.
" Here, don't cry. Cengeng really become a woman. Ntar more ugly if you cry. Darren's darling make-up faded away," Darren's thumb swept away the tears that were dripping down Salma's cheeks.
" It's because I cry."
"Darren bum."
"Nyebelin gini too, you're still in love right?"
"Relga."
"Yes,"
"Relga."
Cup... Darren kisses Salma's lips. Just stick it, no bite or ******* as they used to do together. Salma's eyes opened wide, shocked by what Darren was doing.
"Hi, why did you kiss me?" Salma protested that distanced her lips.
"Why?" Darren turned around to ask.
"Can't!"
"Can't you?" ask Darren again.
The man ignored Salma. He brought his face closer again. A few seconds later his lips were pressed back to Salam's lips. If it was just sticking, this time he picked up the chewy object alternating between the top and bottom. There was no rejection from Salma. Instead the woman closed her eyes enjoying Darren's kiss.
Slowly Darren laid Salma on the sofa. His kisses are getting more demanding. This time Salma returned Darren's kiss.
"Sir, this is the report you asked for" said a woman who was none other than Darren's secretary.
Sontak Darren stopped his action. So did Salma he directly sat his body.
"Why don't you knock on the door!" Darren.
"I'm sorry, I knocked on the door a few times, sir. Here, the report sir. Excuse me, "that woman left the blue map on Darren's desk and left the room.
"You are ashamed of me." Salma.
"It's almost obvious that there wasn't any Ratih," Darren patted his eel slowly.