MAKE ME SECOND
TORN ALREADY

This story is over. Impress in the memory of the beautiful words you say and write. Leaving behind your shadowy imprint. Subverting a soul full of longing. Yet no power breaks through the bastion of your ego and arrogance. In silence you present a sense of tightness and poignancy. Keep holding on standing looking at me silently. Keep waiting on the edge of your love path. I was just stunned by my disappointment. My prestige prison can't break my stance. Because I know. You're just a shadow I can't reach. I knew you were just a person who had blinded the eyes of my heart. Because I was misled by endless certainty. Wishing you was impossible....Pradanas.

Mandala was still silent in the corner of her room. Pradana stared at the face of a sexy woman with her smooth white skin. Mandala is still with her grief because Pradana is going to marry the woman of her parents' choice. Mandala slowly - slowly stepped closer to Pradana. The man who has been loved all this time, in his puja will soon be away and will not be easy anymore, in his reach. Because Pradana will build a household with women who are not yet familiar.

Mandala gently rubs Pradana's straight hair. His head was slightly lowered as Mandala tried to grab and rub his hair. Prada remained silent without any movement. She so enjoyed the hand rubbing of Mandala who stroked her head.

" Tonight, let me have you Pradana" said softly Manda.

The swipe of his hand turned to both cheeks of Pradana. Pradana still stripped Mandala's sweet and pretty face without any makeup on her face. Just a little lipstick on her lips so as not to look ashen her ayu face was.

" What do you mean, Manda?" pradana asked as she wrapped her hands around the waist of the Mandala violin.

" Do I have to explain the details, Pradana?" said Mandala while playing her finger to Pradana's sexy lips.

The touch of Mandala fingers makes Pradana more turbulent. Arousing the passion of challenged manhood.

" I don't want to leave you, Mandala. I just want to live with you. Marry you and we build a household together. With our children. Let's get married!" say slowly Pradana while closing his nose to the nose of Mandala so that their breath fuses that begins to roar.

" Don't do that! You need a bright future in the company of your parents. I'm just a dust grain you don't need to defend. There are so many women in this world. You can get one, two, three or four that are more beautiful and attractive than me. When you are rich, successful and respected, women and many women will try to get close to you." Mandala's silly story.

" What did you say Mandala? I just want you. I love you. And it can't be removed. Do not underestimate this love, like a business game." said Pradana.

" All right! Just follow your parents' orders, Pradana. Stay married to the woman of your parents' choice." said Mandala.

" I will slowly forget this trace of our love story. But I beg you! Be mine tonight. I'm willing to give it all up for you tonight." said Mandala.

" I.. I. I can't break you, Mandala! What about your future husband? When questioning your virginity?" pradana.

" Today, where people care about virginity. Maybe it's just me who's still stumped with all that" said Mandala.

" Are you really - really serious?" ask Pradana.

" Yes! I've never been this serious. I'd give it to you. Maybe after that, you will forget me and your great love for me will fade after you vent your feelings with me tonight" Mandala said.

" That's what you think. But if I can't get far and forget you how?" ask Pradana.

"That takes Pradana time! And that woman, it will slowly fill and make you forget me." said Mandala as she touched Pradana's lips with hers.

Pradana quickly retaliated against the Mandala attack with a barrage. They agreed to do it without hesitation. The farewell ended with a long and tiring struggle that night. The sanctity of Mandala was willing to be handed over to her heart. All for what? All because it is blinded by a sense that has been buried for a long time. Now it is spilled in the fierce battle of orgasm that drains the sweat of love.

" I'll slowly do it, Mandala." said Lirih Pradana.

" Uhhhh, do what you like!" sahut Mandala closed his eyes.