Erstwhiles
13. Two-Night-Stand

The elevator on Acha stopped on the sixth floor. The two people in front of him stepped out, leaving Acha alone in the walking box machine. From behind the door that was slowly closing, the corner of Acha's eyes caught the shadow of a very familiar man walking into a door right in front of the elevator. Fariz? Is that Fariz?

The inner Acha continued to churn. Undeniably, there was still a speck of taste left in his heart for the man. Five years they had not met, before the party of course. The longing to meet is so great. Acha could not help but stare at the man closely.

Perhaps the effect of the alcohol she had been drinking earlier, Acha's emotions overpowered the logic in her head. Whether driven by force from nowhere, Acha's finger pressed the sixth floor button, making the lift move back up. With her heart racing, Acha waited for the moment the door opened. Slowly step out and stop in front of room 6071. As hypnotized, Acha's hand extended forward, pressing the bell button on her doorstep.

The logic is eroded. Acha just wanted to see the man up close. Just this once. His heart was no longer able to resist longing. Although Acha also does not know later what to reason, the important miss paid off.

The vintage-style door with an ivory-white feel was open. Presenting the figure of a burly and towering man. It seems that the muscles of the man have become more trained than they were five years ago. Thin feathers also decorate part of his face. Create a sexy impression at once mature. Oh, remind Acha to breathe.

“Acha?” Fariz was stunned to find who was standing at the door of his hotel room.

“Who's babe?” the soft voice of the woman from the inside disperse the Acha reverie instantly. His heart fell and his heart felt squeezed to see Fariz's fiancee figure wrapped only in a thin camisole, revealing her smooth skin and cleavage, emerging from behind Fariz's large body. Acha is speechless. It does not take any logical recalls to deduce what the two lovebirds are doing in the hotel room. The man who was only bare-chested, and the woman with lingerie who even buttoned her top took off two.

Before Acha became a laughing stock, a heavy voice saved her, “Cha, not there. This is his room.” Karel who was out of nowhere was already holding the key to the room next door.

It is not difficult for the youngest son of the Ardhana family to get a suite room with the most complete facilities. Just look, the line of conglomerate drinks they can easily find in the room. Acha could not reach out other than the 1992 Sauvignon that was on the middle shelf. With the help of Karel the bottle cap was opened and Acha straight up straight from the mouth of the bottle. Whatever it was, Acha needed a diversion from the scene he had just witnessed. Acha should have moved on. There is no relationship between the two of them anymore. Fariz is free to do anything with any woman in the world. But why does his heart seem to be sliced? Why do her eyes want to cry? Once again, Acha drank up.

“Ntar lo kobam.” Karel warns, trying to take the bottle but is pushed aside by Acha.

“Cha!” karel's sentence was interrupted by the sound of a bottle squeaking with a wooden table in the middle of the room.

Acha wiped the corner of her lips. His eyes were sharp but his determination was already round. He doesn't want to keep going like this. His exposure to Fariz had to be completely ended. She doesn't want to be a sad woman who keeps being cooped up in the past while Fariz is already living his new life.

Acha walked over. Stopping his steps as soon as Karel's chest was right in front of his eyes. How can this guy be so tall? Even Acha's head was only limited to his shoulders.

Acha stared fixedly at the man's eye bead. The alcohol might have made him a little drunk. His head really can't think clearly until one sentence comes out of his mouth, “Oke. We married” he said before pulling Karel's neck down and he pursed his thick lips.

How could Karel reject a woman as beautiful as Acha who threw herself under the confines of Karel. It was raining outside, but even the AC in the expensive room was unable to cool the turbulent overflow of passion that night. For the second time, the sounds of sighing and growling accompanied the unification of Karel and Acha to the point of ultimate pleasure. That night, Karel malely sprays his seeds repeatedly in Acha's womb.