Happy Ending's
Chapter 10: Toward the Bag

Anthony wasn't on the couch when I opened my eyes. The window is also closed. Usually, at this hour he is already racing with roosters to crow.

I grabbed the blanket and walked out of the room. I wonder where he is. There is no kitchen. When I opened the workspace, she wasn't there either. There is no gym either. Then I tried to open the door next to the gym because the lights were on. Music room.

Anthony was lying on a black sofa with a bare chest. As I approached, I heard a snoring sound. His face was so calm, his thin lips seemed to glitter. I looked up and I realized one thing. I seem to have been deeply reflected in his love. 

Not wanting to wake Antonius up, I looked around the room. Lots of black plates either from old or modern singers. No wonder why he chose the vinyl records instead of the cassette tapes or cds, because he did like the classics. This house for example. 

I sat on a carpet that looked worn. There's a book on the table. In Black and White by Rudyard Kipling. A book containing a collection of short stories. 

Joseph Rudyard Kipling, also known as Rudyard Kipling, was a poet, novelist, and short story writer. The man born in Bombay, India on December 30, 1865 has spawned a lot of books that are famous throughout the universe. One of them is The Jungle Book. 

"Do you like it?" antonius' voice shocked me as I opened the sheets of the book that was already yellowish brown in color. I didn't realize he was sitting next to me. 

"Eitherway. I thought I'd love it if I read it," I retorted, and Antonius suddenly lifted my body closer to him. His long legs opened and I sat between them. Oh my God, what else is this? My heart is rumbling and very messed up. 

"Can you give me a cue before you do it?" I was panting like I ran a hundred kilos.

Her burly hands were coiled around my stomach and my small body was stuck to her chest. I can feel Antony's heartbeat. His voice sounded like a drum being pounded. While I am like a sampan who wants to be rowed immediately by fishermen. Expecting very.

"Are you surprised?" the reply was right in front of my ears that gave Rome goosebumps. 

"Mmmmh." I can no longer speak. This atmosphere is so awkward. 

Antony hugged me from behind. My body sank and his sweat drenched his back. I tried to hold on so I wouldn't fall into his seduction. He kissed my head, then went down to my shoulder. "Ohhh." I accidentally screamed. 

"Why did you do it? Didn't you tell me to be patient?" tanyaku.

"Because you always tease me." He answered while gently biting my neck. I bit my own lips. Restraining so that no sound comes out. 

"What?" 

"stand. Take something from that desk drawer."

I obey. And I was finally released from the clutches. I took a photo album from inside the drawer and gave it to Antonius.

"Open up." 

Iopenit. There is a very funny picture of a baby. He wears a pink bando. I turned the album around. There is a picture of a baby learning to crawl. And behind it was a girl in a light blue dress who learned to walk. I scrunched my forehead. There's something strange. I felt like I recognized the last photo. Is this me?

"Antonius .. is this my picture?" I asked. Between doubt and confusion. And slowly the questions that these few days are stirring up are beginning to unfold. Antonius smile. Sweet and seductive mixed into one. I opened the album until it ran out. And in the very back yard was a pregnant woman and a boy around the age of ten. I watched the woman's face. The mama? And that boy, I kind of saw him somewhere. Antoninus?

Anthony hugged me who was in confusion. Trying to piece together the puzzle I found. "I loved you even before you were born" he said softly and a small kiss landed on his forehead.

Is that why I don't feel alien to her anymore? Like I've seen and known him somewhere. Is that place your mom's womb? And was our arranged marriage planned even while I was still wrapped in amniotic fluid?

We looked at each other. I stroked his face which began to be overgrown with fine hair. I can't believe there's a man who falls in love only once in his lifetime. It's like a dream. A dream I will not forget even for a moment. 

Antonius tightened his arms and I began to have difficulty breathing but I enjoyed it. His wet body, his manly scent, also the touch of his hand that started to make me uncontrollable. 

"Do you want to do it?" ask me with a clear tone. 

"When did you torture me?" I looked at him with a smile. I wish there was sympathy coming to me. 

Anthony dropped my body on the floor and looked at me without doing anything. "Bersabarlah ..," he said softly with a kiss on the cheek. Antonis then stood up and left me. 

"Antonius?!" I screamed as he opened the door. Antonius turned towards me. "What?" ask her with a smile on her lips. Shit!