Love and the Past
The Part 150
It was getting dark, Azka decided to drive Salsa home. He lent a thick jacket to his lover so as not to catch a cold.
Arriving in front of the fence, Salsa was like a jig down from Azka's motorbike, continuing to hug the man and leaning his head on Azka's back.
"Sal, it's here. What exactly are you, Hm?"
"Oh it's up, Kirain is still on the road" Salsa grinned after removing her helmet. "Wouldn't you stop by?" fresh Salsa.
"Any," muttered Azka ruffled Salsa's hair. "Aren't you bored all day just like me in the apartment?" ask Azka.
"No, not even satisfied. The night is speed," replied Salsa with bulging cheeks.
"Enough rest, don't stay up! I'll pick you up in the morning."
"Azka, you have no intention of getting off your bike?" ask Salsa.
Azka frowned, she was almost crazy because of Salsa's attitude today. It was not crazy that Salsa was spoiled for her, but felt strange and afraid that something might happen. Let's say it's always negative thinking on circumstances.
"Why?" ask Azka back.
"I'm still missing, weaving you one last time before leaving." Salsa spread her hands.
Azka took a deep breath, got off her bike and hugged Salsa. Brushing her lover's smooth back.
"Where are you going, hm? It's not the last time we meet, there's still tomorrow and so on."
"Last hug for tonight, tomorrow's another story." Salsa looked up with a smile, scanning Azka's face deeply. Trying to keep those facial lines in his memory.
Salsa wrapped her hands around Azka's neck then slightly tiptoed. Pecking on that boneless chewy thing. Slightly buried it waiting for the next Azka reaction.
"Why you?" Azka distanced her face, enough, now she almost cried looking at Salsa. "You know I was terrified just as much of your attitude was different, Sal. What's wrong, hm? You act as if today was the last day we met. What exactly did Papi say? Plis don't make me Neting! Salsa ...."
Azka's sentence was drowned when Salsa scooped a chewy object not to be repeated Azka who had been blabbing. Although a little troubled because he was not available, he tried to play his tongue around Azka's mouth as the man did a few days ago.
For a long time the two twisted and exchanged saliva, until Salsa broke up first because it was almost out of breath.
His cheeks met red with breathless breath, what else when Azka rubbed the corners of his lips their saliva marks.
"Sugary?" muttered Azka making Salsa blush in embarrassment.
"It's quiet now?" ask Salsa.
"Salsa's handsome can't be sad about anything else cry. Shame dong same status as the head of a motorcycle gang if crybaby," said Salsa with a slightly mocking tone, tidying Azka's hair a little messy because of his actions.
"You're really not going to go, are you?" tanya Azka made sure.
Salsa laughs. "Where else am I going? To mars? Yes kali. No, not neting mulu. You don't like me spoiled? Oh yaudah tomorrow-tomorrow I'll nyuekin you."
"It's not so, baby!"
"How do you feel, baby?" reply Salsa stumped smile.
Salsa spread her hands. "Here's a hug again before you go."
Submissively Azka hugged the tiny body of Salsa. "Don't stay with me no matter what. You know I'd go crazy if you left?"
"Is, so spoiled. Never mind your own emotions without illegal drinks, ro*kok, or I can dong."
"Can't!"
"It can, for my sake. Don't let me down with you being ruined."
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