Loved Bunian Wolves
18. Raka and Widuri (21+)

Raka came close suddenly. His lips swept over Widuri's property so suddenly, even though the door of Widuri's living room had just closed.

"Ah, Jack! What are you ... Hmmmmmh!!!" Surprised Widuri, could only let out a shahdu sound as Raka's lips closed her mouth gently.

On the sidelines of Raka's attack so suddenly, Widuri smiled. He knew, Raka missed him a lot. He knew how terrible Raka's love was still buried deeply in the recesses of the man's heart to him. He can judge how much love and longing Raka just by looking at the longing eyes that Raka threw at him, since their first meeting a few days ago after four years.

"Your clothes are so wet, Raka. Are you rained on?" widuri asked in a worried tone as the paging of their lips paused for a moment. He was slightly panting, and now asked for a moment's pause with two fused eyebrows in the still fused breath. But he could feel how wet the clothes Raka was now wearing.

"Raka, your clothes are wet! You can get sick! Go on, get changed!" Pinta Widuri kept her face away. He intends to invite Raka to change clothes, because in this house there are still many memories stored between him and Raka in the past, including many items and clothes belonging to Raka.

Raka did not answer and of course made Widuri snort as loud as possible. In fact, he began to smell the smell of Raka's breath which apparently smelled of pungent alcohol. He asked again, "Hey, you smell alcohol anyway. Are you drunk, Raka?"

"Hmm." But Raka only replied with a slow mutter. More precisely, he doesn't care at all.

"Raka, answer me! Are you drunk?!" Widuri asked back anxiously. He knows the habits of Raka when she was with him. Raka will only drink alcohol, even to the point of being drunk if he has a heavy burden of problems in his mind. "Jawab my question, Raka? Why are you drunk? What's the problem?! Tell me, Raka!"

Raka did not answer. He feels so useless now. He loves Widuri, very. Their love had even grown since the age they were still so young. Sally felt the same way as him. Only, Widuri left without a word back then, leaving him in such an overwhelming sense of dread.

"You, Duri. All because of you. You've made me this frustrated." Raka replied in a very soft tone. Of course, Widuri frowned confusedly.

"Lho, why me? What have I done to you, Raka?"

Raka went back into silence without an answer. He was drowning in the dark fog on his face. He shone softly in the eyes of Widuri with a longing that was still so burning. Highlight his eyes thirst for love and affection Widuri who for four years is still imagined every night.

"You haven't answered my question, Raka! Are you drunk? What are you thinking about until you look like this?!"

"You." Raka answered briefly. "You are always in my mind. You filled my brain. You are here, and here," answered Raka, pointing at her head, then to her chest, right in her heart.

"Oh yeah?" Widuri blushed in embarrassment. Then, Widuri put a grin on her face. He gently palpated Raka's thin lips, making the sense of touch on Raka's face bristling for a moment. Widuri again said, "I am the same, I always remember you."

Widuri stared in both eyes Raka alternately with a look that was so cute. Same with Raka, the look of the man's eyes looks so sad. Widuri knew, Raka was holding back an erratic turbulent feeling inside the chest. Raka loved him very much. That man misses him too! And the four years that separated them, enough to be proof that the love that dwelled in Raka's heart was still very big for her.

"Yes, I know." Widuri answered while smiling sideways and pointed at Raka's chest. "I know, right here, in your heart. There's always my name."

Widuri did not answer anymore, he felt very satisfied. Everything was very clear to him. The eyes that Raka was emitting for her could not lie. Raka still loves him so much!

"I want to have you!" Raka again whispered in a tone that this time sounded so demanding. He pressed the slender body of Widuri towards the wall, and returned to smear Widuri's lips lovingly.

Widuri responds well to what Raka did to her. Raka, of course, was getting so excited. His manly soul thrashed when he knew the woman who was still in her heart, giving a positive response to everything she gave.

Yes, his love doesn't clap one hand. The dipper he threw still got a welcome from the woman whose name still dominates most of the places at the bottom of his heart.

Raka smiled in the fog of passion. He asked, "Do you want me, Duri?"

"of course! I always wanted you, Raka! Then, now, and in the future!" Widuri raised her head. His hand that had been free, now pulled Raka's nape closer to him. He again gave a loving embrace, smearing it mercilessly as if he did not give Raka a chance to breathe.

"Tonight, please spend it with me, Raka!" pinta Widuri with eyes that look cloudy. "I ... I miss you so much!"

However, what Widuri expected was not that easy he got the answer. Her request only earned a blank stare from Raka.

"You're not coming home tonight, are you, Raka?" Widuri asked once more by gripping Raka's collar. Twice the woman asked, but Raka did not immediately give her an answer. Widuri asked again. "Jawab my question, Raka! You're gonna stay here, keep me company tonight, right?"

Instead of answering or confirming Widuri's request, now Raka who is still on top of Widuri's body, returns to bring her face closer. But Widuri threw away her face just like that because Raka's reaction was not what she wanted.

"Stay away from me, Raka! You're so annoying!" exclaims Widuri while pushing slowly chest field Raka away from her body. But he who was still below in a lying position, clearly lost far in terms of energy compared to Raka. Because at this time, Raka was still firmly wrapped around the tiny body of Widuri, right on it.

"No!" Raka refused Widuri's orders. "I ... I want you!"

Of course Raka rejected Widuri's ridiculous request. Right now his passion is on the edge and he needs to channel it with the woman he loves so much. Raka had been holding back for too long. He so wanted Widuri but from yesterday could only channel his passion to Runi, his own wife. He is now not willing if Widuri just escapes from before him.

"I ... I ..." In doubt, Raka could not finish her words.

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