Losing Us
Later

The absence of a phone that goes into Arsenio's phone for hours he goes away actually makes men not calm. Many times he tapped on the screen, making sure his phone was not in a state of silent mode so that the ringing of incoming calls and message notifications were not heard. However, no matter how often he did so, Arsenio still found nothing. Neither Mother nor Anara, neither of them contacted her at all.

“You why the hell, Gal, from earlier I saw you mengchek hape continue?” from the kitchen, Olin made a sound. All they do is lie on the couch all day, hugging while watching a horror movie that most of the scenes they do not watch well because they are busy making out, channeling the longing through the subtle strokes on each lip.

“Neg. I'm just afraid Mother's phone, but I don't hear.” Arsenio said what it is. Before Olin took a sitting position next to him, he had already pulled the girl's arm first, letting her tall body fall into the lap.

“Not to be too thoughtful, can you? Maybe Mother does not play to your home.” Olin said as he spread his fingers over the back of Arsenio's hand, clinging to his stomach, forming random patterns that he did not understand what it meant.

Not yet Arsenio gave a response, Olin knew to turn his body. His sudden movements made the body of the adam joleng until it ended up falling backward. Arsenio's back hit the back of the sofa while Olin's body landed perfectly on it.

Their faces were a little bit distant. Their breaths clashed with each other. Their gazes chased each other for a while until finally the hazel Olin manic stopped nailing when he found something more interesting.

Arsenio's Lips.

Olin was clearly targeting the lips of his lover who had been all day he mastered. His springy fingers are guerrilla, caressing Arsenio's lower lip with sensual gestures that make the man want to bite Olin's clingy fingers to leave a trail of possession— reveals to the whole world that Olin is his, Olin is his, no one can take it.

“Gal,” call it, still with guerrilla fingers.

Arsenio just cleared her throat. His big hands moved from the ones that originally supported their body weight on the sofa, moving towards Olin's slender waist that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. As if the waist was indeed created to be embraced only by himself alone.

“This lips ... Who has it?” tanyakanya.

That's a very clear question the answer. Olin himself knew. However, because Arsenio understood that Olin was just looking to get validation, she replied “Yours.” Then landed a small kiss on Olin—'s lips as evidence.

Olin's smile grew, beautiful in Arsenio's eyes. Because indeed, there is nothing more beautiful than that smile in this drama-filled world.

“If this eye ... who has it?” this time, the target of Olin's fingers was Arsenio's eyelids. One by one he touched, making Arsenio close her eyes while Olin's fingers still did not leave the colony.

“Yours.” Reply Arsenio again.

“Yours.”

“If ... this?”

For a moment, Arsenio fell silent with a stifled breath. Olin's warm palms at first only stroked her cheeks slowly, but over time, the girl continued to move down. Greeting the jaw, neck, chest, until then stroking Arsenio's flat stomach with a seductive gesture.

Please note that Arsenio is a normal male who is sensitive to touch. Such movements clearly made him uneasy. And if he doesn't prevent it, Olin's mischievous hands will increasingly move down to find what he wants.

“Yours.” Arsenio said quickly, blocking Olin's wrist just as he was about to touch his belt. “Everything in me is yours. Don't ask anymore, and don't try to seduce me because you'll never know how bad I am if I've been in action.” Keep the guy.

Down there was tightness, and lingering in this position with Olin would only make Arsenio increasingly lose her sanity. So before all that happened, he immediately turned over Olin's body, making sure his back landed quietly on the sofa so that the girl would not be in pain. The next second, he pulled away, standing tall in front of Olin who was grim looking at her lover when the fog restrained the turmoil inside.

“We can do that, if you want.” Olin. But just like the previous days, Arsenio shook her head without needing to think for long.

There is no**** before marriage. That's what Mother always said to Arsenio since she started growing up. The reason is only one, because taking care of administration for a child born outside of marriage is quite dizzying and the mouths of those around are too sharp to deal with calmly. This is not a matter of customary rules of the eastern or anything else, Mother fully taught Arsenio that having s*x is the first step to lead to greater responsibility.

But more than that, Olin is precious. Arsenio would not ruin his future just for the sake of momentary satisfaction. Although it was also not a bad idea if they could have a baby, Arsenio still would not make it before they were legally married.

“You sure you don't want to?” Olin raised her eyebrows in a cute style. Arsenio also had no power to hold back laughter. But in between the laughter, he still shook his head. The decision is unanimous, and will continue to be so.

“Later. Wait until the time comes, then we make love as much.” Arsenio said after they both stopped laughing.

Olin did not. The girl simply nodded her head with a faint smile on her lips. However, from the look of his honest eyes, Arsenio understood that the smile was a form of self-consolation. Just like Arsenio, Olin is also worried about the word ‘nanti’ who somehow will arrive.

Later. Arsenio repeated it in her heart. It could be tomorrow. Could be the day after tomorrow. Three more years. Ten more years. Or even, never at all.

Seriate