Kiss Me
Same marriage to me, Wa.
"How can I ask now?" Arkana stared at the blind man.
Anwa did not refuse nor answer, the man brought his face closer, kissed the girl's lips gently. Dissipating, not since when their bodies have not worn a single strand of thread.
"Ar," Anwa sighed.
"Just relax," Arkana kept swiping at Anwa.
The mist of their love no longer knew consciousness, all entered into a unity that could no longer be expressed. There is only them loving each other.
"Ar, it hurts. Ar, it's been-" Anwa's breath was wheezing, she could no longer bear the pain, her hands were pounding on her lover's shoulder.
"Sa-kit, Ar. I don't want to" she sobbed.
Arkana stops the experiment from entering Anwa's body, she sugar her hair in frustration, condemning her who turned out to have done things that they should not have done.
"Std... Wa, I'm sorry," he hugged the innocent body.
"I'm sorry, Wa."
"Sorry, I was wrong. I'm sorry, I won't believe it anymore, I promise."
Anwa remained silent, wiped her tears, and turned to face Arkana.
"Promise?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Don't you again?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Until the time comes?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Until we get your mama's blessing?"
"Yes, Wa," Arkana kisses the girl's head, pulls the blanket, covers both of their bodies.
"I'm sorry, huh?"
"Sick, Ar," said Anwa staring at the man.
"Yes, it hurts, I won't repeat it again" she said stroking Anwa's cheek. "here." Stretched out her hand for Anwa to enter into her arms as usual.
"I used to use the daleman" said Anwa. Grabbing an interior that has been scattered everywhere. Then back into Arkana's arms.
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That morning, they enjoyed breakfast by enjoying the beauty of the lake and the chirping of birds. The girl with curly hair that she tied high was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a black turtleneck model, as well as jeans. Arkana also wears a shirt of the same color and jeans.
"It's a cold good thing, so help with this shirt," said Anwa still with her ugly face.
When he realized he was glazed, it turned out that there were many reddish marks around his neck and chest.
"It's customary to have a dong face" said Arkana, who had clasped Anwa's hand.
"I'm the same as you" he said with lips that had been cut off.
"But I like.. isn't it?"
"Forced."
"What, what did it have to do?" Arkana opens the car door for her lover. "Kok forced anyway?" repeated again.
"The one who likes you first, I can see our efforts first that go forward continue to abstain from retreat." Anwa laughs when she remembers their meeting almost a year ago.
"Where are we going, Ar?"
"Look at it later."
The car stopped at a flower garden, precisely a rose. As Arkana knew, Anwa was very fond of roses, had several times he accompanied Anwa to visit the tomb Dika always brought roses, he always brought roses, all he knows is that Dika always gives roses not necessarily at special moments.
"Ar," the eyes sparkled, looking at the view of the expanse of various types of roses there. "It's really beautiful Ar" she said, pulling the man's hand to follow him.
Arkana smiled, this feeling in the heart was clearly different when she saw that our loved ones were happy. Just bringing it to a place like this alone could make Anwa turn blue. The bayes? for some people but for Anwa, roses are something, something that always reminds her of the feeling of love and being loved by two men who always try to make her happy.
"Thank you," he said. "You always surprise me" those eyes glazed over.
After being satisfied enough to spend time in the rose garden, Arkana again invited Anwa to several other tourist destinations.
"Laper isn't?" arkana said that afternoon to Anwa who had seemed tired of following him to see Curug (waterfall) which he said was phenomenal in the area.
"Too to that kayak place, we should bring some more clothes, Ar."
"Yes, I forgot. uh asked the laper not even pout."
"It's a good thing I'm not wet much" he said again shaking hands on his clothes.
"So now we're going back to the resort? or want to eat out?"
"Resort aja, I can't stand wearing wet clothes like this, later the night just came out again, yes," he asked.
"As the Princess wished," Arkana damaged the girl's hair.
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"Ar.." call Anwa as she exits the bathroom. Anwa found the bed they occupied so beautiful with a sprinkling of roses on it and a small white box with a little lace.
"Ar," he called again, the lover he called had not yet been seen. He took the small box, a smile engraved on Anwa's face, a white ring with a small stone on it, and engraved the names of the two of them on the inside of the ring.
"I've used this one" Arkana said from behind the door, showing her ring finger already coiled a ring of the same shape.
"Ar," again the eyes were glazed, all day he was made happy by the figure of the man who had spent almost a year with him.
"Well me, Wa," asked Arkana, who approached Anwa. "Well me, I promise to make you happy" he said, half-whispering.
Anwa was silent, what was she saying? all he never imagined would be this fast, even the blessing of the future mother-in-law was not they cantongi.
"Ar... What should I answer?"
Arkana smiled. "You answer enough, yes, let us marry you, Ar," replied Arkana and Anwa.
"Yes, I want to, let's get married" she laughed and cried.
"Whatever happens later, stay by my side, never leave" Arkana said tightening her arms.
Anwa nodded and cried, this feeling was incredible. This man managed to break Abrik's heart. When he was down, it was this man who made him rise, as he pulled away from it all, it was this man who pulled him out of loneliness, and this man offered incredible love.
"Mama's mother?" anwa asked, looking at Arkana.
"Back from here, we meet mama, we ask for her blessing."
"And when that happens Ar, don't you ever take your hand off me."
Arkana tidied the strands by the hair of Anwa, pinning her two ears behind her. Cupping the two cheeks of the girl, giving a fleeting peck on her lips.
"When that happens, whatever their decision is, this hand won't come out of your hand, I promise you."
good night, sweet dreams gangs 😘