Blind Date's
50. Protesting

...50. Thinking Out Loud (2)...

The view in front of him was unusual. Classic buildings featuring an erotic atmosphere. It's bright red.

Sasmaya clutched her own body. His lips trembled withstanding the searing night air rush. He didn't know why he got to a place like this.

He is not wearing a jacket or sweater. The clothes worn are still the same.

Across the canal, the panorama is not much different. See-through glass displays feature sexy women and special adult images inviting orgasm.

He lowered. Why did the old Dirk come?

His bike was close to another bike. He chose to walk. Hope Dirk meets him soon.

“Sasmaya.”

He turned his head to the side. Publish smile. Dirk finally came. Relieved.

“Why are you here? Don't you have an event with Holland's owner?” ask Dirk wonder. A tourist alone. Womens. In the night-night prostitution scene. Many people are even drunk.

“I ...,” the tail of his eyes follows the shadow of a pair of men and women kissing in. Staring at Dirk. “I want to board.”

Dirk clucked. Maddened. This woman is reckless. Just look at her clothes. Knee-length skirt with thin clothes. Do Indonesian women withstand cold air?

“Come, Dirk!” pleaded. He has not yet returned to the hotel. His mood is in a mess. “I want to see the city of Amsterdam at night from aboard.”

The bule man finally gave up. Following the request of his best friend's future wife. Lookie! Even in this canal only his ship that operates alone in the dark water that only looks sparkling because of the bias of the lights.

It's already night. At 10:15.

Dirk pulled the motorboat over. It was only a few meters. Take the blanket from the storage box. Then thrust on Sasmaya who stood next to each other with a straight view.

Absolutely sure. The woman did not see the scenery around. The proof is the ship has stopped, there is no protest from it.

Unresponsive to Sasmaya, Dirk covered the woman's back from behind. “Wear ... You must be cold.”

He looked to the side. Squeezing blanket. Then sit. Shoes off. Bend both feet up the chair. “Thank you,” reply.

Dirk knew something was going on with the woman. “Do you enjoy the show?” tanyakanya. He could guess, Sasmaya came straight here. Or not even until the show is over. Without having to change clothes. Even without upholstery. Like rush. It is impossible for a tourist or a local to dress like that at night. It's still spring.

Sasmaya. Long enough to stare at the floor of the ship.

The night air stings. Dirk walked again to the front. Open the storage and take a bottle with a glass. Open it. He approached the woman and sat not far from her.

“What if I was late. You can be pulled into one of the buildings,” said Dirk. Put the bottle in the glass. Drank it.

“A used to find me lying there. I get drunk almost every night. Spend a third of the night in one of the subscription bars.”

Dirk codong's. Back to the bottle. Grabbing glass. His back rests on the back of the chair.

“De Wallen is my birthplace. My childhood until now. Behind the alley between the houses of pleasure peddlers.” Dirk kept the glass empty. “Lucky I met with A,” he continued.

He changed his position. Lowering legs. “What A often come here?”

Dirk's burst of laughter made him stare at the man. His forehead wrinkled.

“Are you angry or jealous?”

He shook his head. Even if his heart says something else.

“Most men must be wondering what's going on in there. Next all will be the secrets of each.” Dirk's laughter broke back.

Did ya?

He poured the bottle into an empty glass. Gulp it down quickly. Her facial reflexes are weirdly musical. That came to Dirk's attention. Then the man said, “You are not a drinker.”

Sasmaya doesn't care. Tonight he wanted to forget for a moment the chaos that had engulfed his heart. According to his friend's story, drunkenness can make him relax for a moment from the problems that exist.

Even if you realize this is wrong. In fact, he did not stop to pour the drink again. At least he wanted to get drunk once. Yes ... once only. Hoping that after this he could forget about Gama, Elena, I don't know anyone who was stirring up his mood.

Unfortunately, only 2 glasses of the drink entered his body. He felt a little dizzy. His view is less clear. The sensation of tipsy has begun to be felt.

Dirk still recounts the beginning of his introduction to A. But he was less focused on listening.

He poured the drink back into the glass. Dirk was able to prevent. Because he knows he is not a drinker. By once or twice upright it must have been drunk.

His head nodded in disagreement. Her index raised—please once again—with a sweet smile.

Dirk sighed. Receive telephone. I don't know who interfered with these nights.

“Dirk do you think A will marry me?” tanyakanya. I don't know why that sentence came out.

“What is your heart answer?” sahut Dirk's.

He fell silent. Then shake. “She and Elena have no commitment to get married. Most likely it will also happen to me.”

Dirk clucked, sneered, “A and Elena didn't even get to the engagement stage.”

“But they live together. They love each other. Is love not enough to commit?”

Dirk stand. Someone came to put a jacket on him.

“We go home,” take the guy.

He shook. His head is getting heavier. Although a light sensation he felt. There is no pain in the heart. “Jawab Dirk!” his insistence.

Dirk quiet.

“Dirk.”

“Sas, we go home.”

“I want to be here,” reject it.

“We go home.”

It was like floating in the air. Go inside another room. “Dirk, where are you taking me? I still want to be here. I want to spend the night. Turns out your drinks can relax me, hehe. Dirk,” call him.

There is no lawfulness. He called the bule man back. “Dirk. Is A also smart to lie besides being smart to hide his past?”

Non-rigid.

...***...

Dani's mistake has upset her up to now. He should have taken a direct flight to Amsterdam. Even if you have to sit in the economic seat.

“Direct flight to Amsterdam stay economy class, Sir,” said Dani. “So I ordered a business class.”

As a result, he had to undergo a transit in Dubai. Before the UAE-made plane landed at Schiphol. Time wasted a lot.

Arriving in Amsterdam is already night. A flash of a shadow of the past dozen years he was here momentarily swirled around filled his memories. But he tried to pull over.

The only way here is to pick up Sasmaya. There's nothing else. After all, the stock that was predicted was still there, it turns out that papa had sold everything. No more Zoon shares here.

However, his good relationship with the employees of Zoon Hotel is still intertwined until now. Some of them even like to be asked for help.

This must be happening. Slow or fast. Maybe it was because everything came to the surface. He doesn't want this. But I can't avoid it either.

Sasmaya was drunk. Adding to his frustration with Dirk. How the man who claimed to be his best friend just let him.

“Dirk.”

Sasmaya still mentioned that name. He raised Sasmaya. Move it to the houseboat he has rented.

“Say Dirk, will A also treat me the same as Elena?”

The pathetic-looking woman he laid on the bed. I still hear him talking because of drunkenness. Kuy face. Hair's messy. He pulled the blanket up to Sasmaya's chest. Slowly her hair covered her face.

“Sorry,” regrets. Sit beside the bed. Staring at Sasmaya's face with a raging feeling.

Slowly Sasmaya opened her eyes. “Ka ... mu?” gnawing to catch the right shadow on his face. Shortly shakes. “A will not come. Yeah, right, Dirk?” discordant laugh.

“Sas, I'm coming. It's me.” Grabbing Sasmaya's hand and putting it on her face. “I came.”

“Truely this is you?”

Gama nodded.

Sasmaya pulled his shoulder. He fell right on the woman's face. The two lips meet each other. Their breaths collide with each other.

For Gama his longing for Sasmaya has reached the top. And this is the panacea. Saw Sasmaya, being near him. He is not the type of man who at all times verbalizes sentences. Nor can it be sweet to be romantic. He preferred to monitor Sasmaya from a distance. Make their relationship feel comfortable.

Slowly soaking his lips on Sasmaya's lips. The woman who has a sweet and alluring smile. Natural beautiful paras. Body is small but proportionate. Mesmerizing. It seems to have stolen his attention.

Sasmaya. Follow moving the pink chewy organ. Moving slowly. Slowly. Mutual feeling. Increased rhythm. Inbound. Mutually. Causing the pull and exhale both began to irregular. Overlapping.

The woman who is now under him is starting to be aggressive. Throw blankets. Pull the shirt he was wearing.

“Sas.”

Sasmaya did not stop. Put both hands into the shirt worn. Groped his chest, stomach and back.

Who can stand it if treated like this. Chest rippling. His breath feels heavy. Desire increases.

Does Sasmaya want this?

The scene of the connection of the lips both more excited. He began to reveal the thin blouse to the chest. The palm of his hand touched slowly with gently starting the stomach continues upward all the way to the neck. Ends at the nape.

The sound rippled out from Sasmaya's lips.

Black cloth that still covers the chest he took off the hook. He stopped for a moment. Look at the woman's face below. With hunting breath and my eyes.

“Sas,” says.

Sasmaya nodded. Swiping his cheeks and jaw. With a charming smile.

Although a little doubt. He drowned his face in the neck of the woman. Slurp. Go deep and move slowly down. Where the breasts are flattened.

Again the voice of the woman who missed this sounded seducing and seducing. Adrenaline to be more racing.

The impulse has Sasmaya burning. His longing, his love is undeniable. He threw his shirt. Plied that smooth body by kissing it in a row.

“Ele .. na.”

Movement ceased. Eyes closed.

Nah!

This is not true.

It cannot hurt Sasmaya more deeply. Although he had to temper his man's desires. Muffling the desire that wraps it up. But this can't happen. He quickly re-attached the black breastplate. Justifying Sasmaya's clothes as available.

Fleeved reflexes scooped up his face. Pacing. Inner war. Pulling her hair forcibly.

Sasmaya tried to get up. Closing mouth.

“Sas, you—”

“Hoek,”

He quickly carried Sasmaya to the toilet. Opening the closet cover. The drunk woman pulled out her stomach there. It helps to rub his neck.

Laying down and enveloping Sasmaya on her return from the toilet. Looking at a moment the face that looked asleep was tired. He decided to leave Sasmaya in the room.

“Do you still love her?”

Steps ceased. Turn your heels and come back. Sit on the edge of the bed. Grabbed Sasmaya's hand and kissed her. Boost.

“Say it's just a dream .. it's not true,” igau Sasmaya with eyes closed.

He rubbed the back of Sasmaya's hand. Kissed again.

“He wants you. You guys still in love?”

“I'll go.”

“I can go.”

"We can cancel this match."

Silent. Then it sounded a bit of a slashing. Even without tears. But he could feel the disappointment was clearly implied.