Kiss Me
Old scooter

Arkana finds her lover talking to a middle-aged woman. They rubbed each other's tears, what Arkana saw was that they were trying to strengthen each other.

Noticing from a distance, not wanting to find out more, Arkana finally decided to return to his room.

"Yon, if I've had a chat, you tell me to go to my room, yes" Arkana told Dion.

"Babie? ish, seriously Boss?"

"Ck, bring lo ah, already ntar kalo dah kelar, you tell him to my room, make a latte all of you plus bring food yes," he said again and embraced by Dion.

"When is the boss married?" mumbling Dion was confused.

"Wa, already before Magrib, Mama came home yes, Anwa often plays home," said Lia's mother linking their cheeks, "don't hesitate, Mama has taken Anwa like Mama's own child," he said again stroking Anwa's back.

"Yes later if Anwa is not too busy, Anwa plays to Mama's house, greetings to all yes Ma," Anwa delivered Mama Lia up to the front porch of the cafe, and the, then go back in and ask the bartender there.

"Mas, is Arkana there?"

"There was Ma'am, just told to go straight into his room," replied Dion, "up this ladder, just keep going to the corner of the room ya."

"Thank you, Mum."

"Sama-sama Ma'am," Dion was fixated on seeing Anwa, the girl who had come in a few months ago with puffy eyes now smiling sweetly at him.

"Ar," he said as soon as the door opened.

"Hey..here," ask Arkana to come closer.

Arkana turned her chair to face Anwa who was in front of her, clutching her hips to get closer to her.

"Have you taken a shower?" she said while kissing Anwa's stomach.

"Yes belom dong, just came home from work," replied the girl to the hair of the man who was hugging his stomach.

"Scented lizard?"

Anwa chuckles. "It can be."

"So who?" ask Arkana to raise her head.

"You seen?" Arkana nodded, "there's Dika's mother."

"Oh... and then?"

"Just have a chat, finish what needs to be done" replied Anwa.

Releasing her lover's embrace as the door was knocked on, Ria came in with two cups of latte and two plates of tiramisu cake.

"Thank you Ria," Anwa said with a smile from Ria.

Arkana is again busy completing her work, while Anwa sips a latte coffee while looking out the window.

"It's Ar's night" he glanced at the watch in hand.

"Yes, we'll be home soon" replied Arkana.

"You're still busy, don't you papa I'm going home alone."

"Ok, it's done, now we're home," Arkana closed her laptop and tidied up the files on her desk.

Walking over to the girl who was still standing staring out the window, hugging her from behind, smirking the girl's hair.

"Fel."

"Hhhh."

"Not so," said Anwa who undoes her intention to say something.

"What the hell?"

"We go home yuk," Anwa asked.

"I'm sleeping where you are, yeah" Arkana blushes naughty.

Anwa laughed, "sleeping?"

"It's a little, a little bit" she touched Anwa's lips.

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"Naek's kok, Ar?" anwa asked as her head was wearing a helmet by Arkana, "where's your car?"

"The car is in the apartment, this afternoon Didi anter's man came here."

"Oh my God, said the businessman, who I believe is a minjem," Anwa laughed.

"Come on, get on, let's go for a walk first."

Climb up to the Sky classic Vespa he borrowed, tightening a hug on the man's waist.

"Ar, we're like old-age people."

"Yes, this scooter used to have a history for Didi" Arkana said.

"Yes, because Mima likes something classic, Didi belain buy this antique Vespa when it is very rare to have."

"Romantics are them" Anwa said.

"I spent a lot of my childhood with Mima and Didi."

"Can't you?"

"Mama's dad was busy, they were all working, when I went to high school, and then Mama decided to stop working" Arkana said.

Anwa rests her head on Arkana's back. Sudirman Street and H. R. Rasuna Said became their destination, laughing and sharing funny stories that night, down the capital at night, the lights decorate the streets and skyscrapers as if escorting them to arrive at one destination.

"We go home, yes" asked Arkana to turn the classic Vespa towards Casablanca.

But suddenly, the scooter that was driven broke down. Arkana repeatedly tried to revive but failed.

"Out of gasoline Ar time," said Anwa who was standing next to him.

"Well, I think we should walk" Arkana said, "how?"

"How else do you want? the Vespa will stay, but you're tired of not pushing it?"

"Originally as Neng Wawa, Brother is always strong," he said with a laugh then as usual he would complain if he received a blow on his arm.

"Udah wants to get away too, you're patient," Anwa washed the sweat on Arkana's forehead.

"Lagian Didi never said this bike can break down, as I recall Didi most diligently saw this bike," he said.

"Well we don't know Ar, after all romantic tau push the same bike girlfriend," Anwa pushed the Vespa from behind.

"It's romantic, beware until you ask for a massage, yes" Arkana turned back to get the lips that have come forward to throb her.

"Before you'll soon be Wa."

They began to enter a small alley towards the two-story boarding house. Half gasping for breath, Arkana immediately laid her body on the mattress.

"Romantic is Wa."

Arkana stretched her muscles, while Anwa had taken a towel to go straight to the bathroom.

"I have a shower first, yes" he said.

"Can't I come?"

Anwa just shook her hand and walked in and closed the door. Arkana's eyes looked at the room, the photos of Dika were no longer in place. The photo hanging on the rumi rope was changed with a photo of the two of them during the first date taking pictures in the photobox. Arkana commented on the smile, the gratitude in her murmur, at least Anwa was slowly starting a new life again.

Anwa came out of the bathroom with a negligee buttoned up front to the bottom, pink and lacey. The wet hair that was still wrapped in a towel, Arkana's favorite neckline made him move from where he was laying down. Approaching Anwa who was standing in front of the glass stuck on the wall was using her night skincare.

"The photo has been changed," said Arkana hugging the girl from behind, down the white neck fragrant fragrant liquid soap branded BIO*E.

"Yes." Anwa replied, "Ar.. amused," he said avoiding Arkana's kiss on the sensitive part of her neck.

"Femory Wa, I always loved your fragrance," she flipped Anwa's body over to him.

"Mandi gih, let seger," said Anwa who had cupped his two cheeks.

"I don't shower still smell good, do I?" Arkana put her face in the recess of Anwa's neck.

"You dong Wa" he whispered softly.

"What?"

"Here," Arkana plays Anwa's button, "can't you?" silly question.

Then Arkana began to softly kiss the red lips without dye that always at any time teased her, slowly descending down Anwa's neck, Anwa stiffened with a slight moaning sound that escaped her lips.

"Gold,"

"I want Wa," those eyes looked wistful and longing. Arkana led Anwa to sleep on the small bed.

One, two or even three buttons had started to open slowly. Milk-white skin was visible and made Arkana netra glued to see the chest wrapped in black lace.

Re-starting the pageant that reciprocated, and the more wild it was, down the neck and down, Arkana again looked at Anwa as if asking for permission, as if to, creeping the chest made Anwa squirm with a sigh that always escaped unstoppable.

Arkana's cell phone rang suddenly, pausing their activity for a moment. Arkana grabbed the phone on the floor, the name of the mother was adorning the screen.

"Mama?"

"Thank you first, it's important" said Anwa again will button his nightshirt but held by Arkana.

"Don't close it, let it be, '" he said.

"Yes Ma" replied Arkana.

"Come home now there's something important to talk about."

"But Ma, tomorrow morning."

"Now!"

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