Don't Call Me an Actor
I Love You Always Love You

Mr. Angga's left hand pressed against my back. Bringing me more and more docked in his body, making our bodies stick together without distance. Mr. Angga's body provided warmth that I had never felt. A closeness that binds our hearts. A comfort that does not want to end.

After a while struggling in the ****** rumbling, our breath was hunting like a new marathon race. Strange it didn't stop us. Like there was a primitive impulse from within our respective bodies. I've lost my sense of awkwardness. Without any shame I also intensified to reply every pillinan, suction and kiss the lips of Mr. Angga. An adventure that leads our bodies to explore each other.

Mr. Angga absents my oral cavity. That's when I felt something bubbling inside me. The feeling of heat is tempestuous. A blissful feeling of happiness. Makes me even more courageous to let out a sigh of pleasure.

But the heat suddenly stopped when it arrived...

'Kruyuk...'

There was an embarrassing sound coming out of my stomach. Made me immediately distance myself from Mr. Angga.

"I'm sorry" I said withholding embarrassment. I can't imagine the condition of my face. Must have met red because of the incident earlier. Why won't my stomach compromise? Though again the thrill we make out.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Ask Mr. Angga with understanding. He didn't seem to be disturbed or angry. Mr. Angga can casually give his attention to me.

"Not yet" I shook my head. I still feel ashamed. How about Mr Angga ilfil on me? Because my stomach sounds suddenly?

"Honey, don't be shy. Stomach sounds are not a disgrace. I ordered food to be delivered here." Said Mr. Angga offering himself.

"So morning, the food was delivered to my mother's room. I'd better get some food there. They'll be waiting for me." I said as I moved from sitting. But the hand of Lord Angga held me.

"Here you are, your mother and sisters will not wait. They've been delivered to the mall for shopping." Said Lord Angga triumphantly.

"Without me?" Ask me astonishment.

"Yes, because I need you now." The smile full of desire of Mr. Angga instantly embarrassed me half to death. How could I possibly enjoy this monster kiss so much?

Not long after, the hotel attendant delivered a poor breakfast to my room. I don't know the names of the food ordered by Mr. Angga. There are fried noodles, but the shape is more like an earthworm, cooked without soy sauce. Makes me not tasteful to eat it. Fortunately there is complete rice with fried chicken krispi, oseng-oseng mushroom, lalapan, also sambal matah. Instantly made my saliva drool when I saw it.

"Just eat it." Said Mr. Angga telling me to eat immediately.

"Darling... don't eat?" Ask me to be stale for the sake of politeness. It turned out that my pleasantries became my regrets.

"But I'm using my hands!" Mr. Erlangga smiled with satisfaction when he saw my surprise.

Finally I ate too while occasionally feeding Lord Angga. As if unable to be full, Lord Angga continued to open his mouth as he asked to be fed. I'm really like a baby sister with a big baby. Eventually all the food ludes, goes into our stomachs. After I finished the dishes, I washed my hands in the sink.

Without me realizing, Mr. Angga hugged me from behind. And whisper the words that warm my heart.

"I'll marry you." Mr. Angga's words made me blush in shame. I am so grateful in my heart. At least this coercive relationship is legal in the eyes of religion and gets Ridho from Allah SWT. I dry my hands with a hand dryer next to the sink.

Lord Angga's heavy hands turned my body, until we faced each other.

"You're happy I'm getting married soon?" Ask Mr. Angga like ascertaining my feelings. I can only nod weakly.

"Why don't you think I'm happy to marry you? Are you afraid of being discovered that you are no longer a virgin?"

I dare not be angry. I just lowered my head holding him back. Even if I defend myself, I'm not ready to get his banter again.

"Why don't you answer me?" Ask Mr. Angga impatiently. Makes me take a deep breath. Why did he impose his will on me. If he doubts me? Shouldn't it be me who questions about her unclear status?

"Darling if you want to find a good wife is not it better to investigate the background of the candidate first? At least Darling wouldn't have chosen it wrong."

I said with still maintaining not to look into the eyes of Lord Angga.

"Yes. I've been investigating you inside out. I'm sure I wouldn't have chosen it wrong." Said Mr. Angga with his ambiguous knotty smile. I immediately sought the truth from Mr. Angga's words. Is he really honest or just a joke. I saw a strong throat in his pitch-black eyes, no worries there. But there are feelings that bother me. A sense of inferiority.

"Darling, are you sure you're going to marry a poor girl like me?" I asked him to convince my heart that was worried.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure you're the best wife-to-be." He said while stealing the chance to kiss my lips.

There are questions that still bother my mind. Today I need to know everything. I ventured to push her chest so she would stop kissing me.

After escaping from his fondling I immediately revealed the question that had been bothering me all along. "Ba... Where's your first wife? Does he know Darling wants to get married again?" I asked ventured to suppress the fear that suddenly came to ambush me.

"You're my mistress. How could I tell my first wife? Do you feel threatened?" Ask Mr. Angga with a curious look.

"Yes... I'm afraid, what if he grabbed and scratched my face?" I asked back, unable to hide my fear.

"We must be very careful not to be caught by him." Sir Angga said as he continued to kiss my lips. I nodded like a buffalo poked in his nose. Yes, from the beginning of this my decision and some time this help of Mr. Angga for my family has made me indebted.

When there was a chance to escape from the pagutannya, I did not waste time to ask her again.

"What does Darling's first wife look like, is she pretty?" Ask me a curious.

"Yes, she's so beautiful, she's older than me, she's so possessive and independent." Said Mr. Angga making a smile. It makes me feel like a woman who is being cheated on.

"If you want to get more attention than me. You have to try harder. Serve me well and surely you should be able to satisfy me." Mr. Angga's words made me go awry.

"No, I'm not going to compete with your first wife. Because he is more worthy of you. I'm just gonna try to give him what he can't give you." I said scared and there was a sense of guilt sneaking up in my heart.

"Hemmmm so you've given up?" Mr. Angga looked so anxious at my answer that he poked my head.

"Mommy.It's not that Darling, I realize my position is only a mistress. What you need when you need. I don't want to be an actor either. I'm satisfied with my position." I said it wrong. My heart denies the words I say. Because I'm just an ordinary woman who's actually not willing to be in two. I want to be his one-on-one woman in the heart of Lord Angga. Am I being selfish? Maybe that's who I am now. When a man shows his attention to me. Be a helper angel when I need help. A man with a million charms gives a touch of intimacy I've never gotten from anyone. Would I be willing to share it?

"Then it doesn't matter, if there's another woman? I can take some other mistress?" Ask Mr. Angga to test me.

"I'm enough!" Spontaneous I answer. "No more women! I'll make darling feel enough of me." I firmly say my resolve.

"Then, show me that Honey can make me feel enough and not need another woman!" Mr. Angga's words provoked me. With reckless and full of assiduity I immediately kissed his lips.