GENK DUDA ACUTE
80. Parsing the Conclusions of the Past
Toni's breath was instantly restrained. His voice stuck in the esophagus. Fortunately, the lighting in the car was minimal. The front of the car leads to a dark and deserted tennis court. So no one needs to watch Toni's mouth open like a fool for waiting for soft lips to kiss her down there.
His eyes closed and his teeth immediately bit the lower lip a little hard. The soft and wet lips of Wulan seemed to swallow her. A long groan that resembled a sense of relief shot out quickly from his mouth. His fingers unraveled Wulan's hair that was getting lighter as it became dry. One hand rubbed hard on Wulan's back. And one other hand traced the woman's scalp. Trying to put all her hair together in one hand.
Toni could feel the tips of her toes stiffening because of the simultaneous movements Wulan had created for her. It tickled and made him almost cuss for a moment. Desaah breath rough unpretentious along with both hands Toni who seemed to agree to gather to play the woman's hair. Comb her, scoop her up repeatedly, then put her together behind the woman's neck.
Accidentally, his instincts sharpened when he fell asleep. His hands from his back moved to encourage Wulan's head that had moved up and down. It turns out that longing is not just his. He heard Wulan groaning between the unification of the surface of their skin down there. Increasingly, they could not stop the voice that was released saying in a hurry.
Toni seems to fly high without tracing the earth. How love and desire are the most delicious combinations. Which will always stick close. That's how people argue.
Toni's hand, which had been busy shaking Wulan's hair, was now moving more and more wildly. Zipper Wulan clothes that have been opened at once, making it easier to pull the top until down past the woman's shoulder. He did not want to waste Wulan's generosity that night. A little more, and his palms felt the need to touch again.
The warm steam comes out faster and faster from their mouths. Toni squealed restrained. He pressed Wulan's head to go deeper. Instantly the wave towards the release approached him. Toni lifts Wulan's body as fast as she can. Her lips again scooped the woman's lips in a deep kiss to muffle her own screeches.
He felt Wulan holding him back. Help him through the crisis he must face with the face of the wall. Surrounded by Wulan's tiny hands tightly, Toni groaned as the jolt came crashing down. Spill overflows of fingers Wulan who also reminisce. Their breaths are just as breathless. Toni put their forehead back together. He thanked her through the endless pecking on the face of the woman who had just calmed her anxiety.
“Sorry,” whispered Toni. If the place was bright, perhaps Wulan could see how red her face was then. He should be able to keep the image in front of Wulan. At least the next few days, Wulan still had to be curious about him.
After this, Toni was convinced that she definitely could not sleep. Not that you feel enough, but you will become obsessed.
In the darkness his hands fumbled across the dashboard looking for a tissue box. The car never had a special tissue. The tissue box also reads the name of the doormeer place that last week was visited by the driver. He's not Dean who has to have a tissue box with the color of the car seat and nag anyone who changes the location of objects in his car. Anybody, except Winarsih.
“Sini, I cleanin.” Toni took out a handful of tissue to wipe Wulan's hand which was completely flooded. He said sorry many times. And Wulan also answered that it was okay many times. The awkwardness made them like two strangers colliding in the middle of the road.
“It looks like we need—”
“I have—awhile,” said Wulan, fingered the part of his leg where his bumpag fell because of the noise earlier.
“What? Oh.” Toni immediately fell silent as Wulan pulled out a pack of wet tissue that was never absent as the occupant of the contents of her bag. He insisted on helping Wulan clean her hands. Trying to ignore the Wulan boss who is still sagging down the shoulder.
Whereas as long as Wulan cleans her hands, she can clean the clothes of the woman. But, Toni deliberately stalling. The thin lace of the breastplate had already returned to its original place. However, he still wanted to enjoy the silhouette of the chest peak from behind the cover. The thing that filled his palm earlier. Toni felt her nudges back.
As if he was being stared at, Wulan raised her face. Their eyes did not meet. Wulan caught the wet Toni who had just swallowed her saliva with great difficulty.
“Mas,” call Wulan. His face looked amused as well as embarrassed. “I'm closed, ah. It turns out diem this snack,” said Wulan. Toni grimaced, then pinched her cheek softly.
A moment later, Toni had cleared a fist of tissue and dumped it on the back.
“Sorry, yes.” Toni stroked Wulan's hair, which was now dry. “Report ... Amazing.” Toni almost whispered as she said that. What makes it amazing is the feeling of love itself, he thought.
“I am not asked again what you want to eat not,” whine spoiled Wulan. He wanted to break the gap between them.
“Eh, yes. Sorry—maaf,” said Toni. “We leave now,” again.
Suddenly silent atmosphere. Toni and Wulan were busy with their respective thoughts. Toni is recalling the emotions she experienced during her separation from Wulan. A woman before Tasya, as well as Devy who expressed her feelings some time ago. To whom does he have a similar vibration as before? He so misses Wulan or adrenaline racing faster because they are in a public place? Or a combination of both? Toni felt the remnants of the subtle vibrations in her knees.
Wulan was in a quiet calm thump in her chest. He did not expect them to repeat the short service spur the desire they used to do. In tight spaces and limited movement. When he thought about it, he grimaced a little.
They used to fuck in the car. In their own garage. It was he who forced Toni. In the aftermath of the sultry feeling, many times the door of the room was pounded by her mother-in-law's nurse. At that time they huddle and unite the power to make the car shake. Toni held him from beginning to end.
That night there wasn't much talk, other than that. It seems like their heads are just as dirty. Wulan saved herself by saying she was drowsy and wanted to go straight to sleep. He was worried that extending his stay with Toni would leave him lying innocently next to the man.
Toni welcomes Wulan's decision with legowo. He immediately stopped after peeping Wulan's forehead in front of the elevator. He was worried that if he followed Wulan to the front door of the woman's room, he could immediately hold Wulan and corner her on the wall.
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“Day Sunday, Yah.” Toni sat in the living room of the Wulan family home while saying that.
“Totally another week. Yeah, had. This time it's enough, yeah, Ton. Your mother's pain ... is just as severe,” said Father Wulan.
Toni turned her head towards the woman who was lying weakly in front of the television. Understand with the intentions and expectations of the man sitting in front of him.
Mother Wulan only nodded as they asked for permission. The two sisters took turns shaking Toni's hand as if the man was a distant brother who had not met for a long time.
Toni's relationship with the Wulan family has always been good since the time they were dating. Toni does not have to work hard to take the heart of Wulan's parents for the second time.
“Kalo so, Friday I let out with the kids, yes.” Toni smilingly rubbed the cheek of Wulan who was looking down on her phone.
Wulan nodded immediately. He looked up at the street in front of them and then looked down. The event asked permission to the family was not as scary as his shadow. He could concentrate on other things.
Toni plans to call Dean soon to book a spot at Beer Garden. The release of the single period must also be re-done. Upon arrival at Wulan's apartment and the woman's permission to take a shower, Toni quickly picks up her phone to call Dean.
Saturdays and Sundays, calling Dean requires extra patience. After the fifth ringing, Dean finally answered from across.
“De!” call Toni. “Friday night pesenin place am Diky. Single party!” peeker Toni chuckles.
“Single party? Garden beer? Why not at the Padang restaurant?” asked Dean sarcastically.
“So where? Spill!” cetus Toni slightly chuckles at the bachelorette party at the Padang restaurant.
“Club dong! The one with the dancers,” said Dean, then chuckled.
“Driver padlock?”
“Iya, padlock. Not wearing clothes,” whispered Dean later.
“Yakin, lo?” ask Toni.
“Nagging. But this is for your good too. Warm up! You still want our motto?” Dean waited two seconds for Toni to remember.
Then, simultaneously the two men said, “It is better to go home by name, than to fail on the first night.”
Then they laughed out loud.
To Be Continued