My Berondong Husband
#3 Tragedy of Lip Toughs
"Where's your job?"
"good. That's how it is, my boss is getting chatty." Kesya asked as she sipped Honey Lemon tea.
"How's cerewet? More rese' yes."
"Yes. The deadline that should be next month, he asked for earlier. It's weird."
"Don't lash ah, your face will be wrinkled you know."
The man with a heavy voice who called him the other day, now sits comfortably in front of him, smiles sweetly and puts on a calm face. Sometimes he rubbed the back of his hand.
"What time, Ian?" Kesya panicked, she never tolerated anything that smelled wrinkled. "And I've been drinking maca a lot, even though it's bitter."
"What the hell, joking baby. You're beautiful, don't drink maca, I love you too."
"Ge-er, not everything I do is for you, I also want to look beautiful not only in your eyes."
"Yes, yeah." The man immediately changed his countenance, his smile became down and changed into a flat face.
Biandra Arya Wijaya, a man who has been together for two years with Kesya, a good man who had helped her when she was caught in a problem about advertising, since then they were dating.
Bian is usually a friendly man, calm and charismatic, let alone working as a lawyer. He often won trials because of his intelligence and legal affairs. But, because of his busyness, he and Kesya rarely met, even for dinner like this.
"Don't pout, Bian."
"Not this pout." Bian. Showing a string of white teeth taking care of him. "How are you doing with aunt?"
"Well, yesterday they asked when you would like to go to your parents' house."
"Eng... So it is."
Kesya catches the same face she discussed the matter with Bian, even though they had been dating for a long time but Bian never wanted to talk about it. Even to get acquainted with his parents alone, only a few times Bian met them.
During their conversation, suddenly Bian's phone rang loudly, even enough to make the atmosphere that had been silent broke instantly.
"Hallo, yes, yes, well. I'll be there soon." Bian broke off the conversation. "Honey, I have to go back to the office, because there is a client whose case I have to take care of."
"But it's Bian's night. When you're still working, take care of the client again."
"Sorry baby, this is sudden."
Kesya nodded softly.
"Do you want me to drive you or something?"
Bian kissed Kesya's forehead, then left her at the table to eat alone. Kesya already knows even feels the risk of dating a busy lawyer. To ask for an hour is so difficult.
He tidied up his bag, then left quietly from the restaurant. Because Bian already paid for their food. When he got outside he waited at the bus stop, and not how long the bus came.
The Night Bus was crowded, even he almost found it difficult to find a seat for himself to sit on. Because there is no way he can stand, his legs can be burly, oh it can't.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, there was one near the backmost emergency window, Kesya walked slowly towards the chair, although next to her was a teenage boy sitting leisurely.
"It's empty, right deck?" Kesya asked kindly, the teenager turned his head towards her.
"It's empty aunt, please sit."
Again, every teenager who talks to him always calls him a "auntie", is he that old in their eyes.
Kesya crumbs her sex butt as comfortable as possible, so she can rest. But, not long before he sat down, the teenager next to him dropped something, Kesya saw an object like a cassette with a cover image of a vulgar woman that enough to make his eyebrows raised up.
Sretti.
"Eh aunt, turn on my tapes." Said the teenager when Kesya first took the tape that fell.
"You're still a kid keeping kayak ginian tapes, what are you doing?"
"Learn, uh no aunt. It's not mine, it's friend's. Balikin' aunt." The teenager whines at Kesya, but Kesya does not want to return it, even lifting it into the air.
"It's not time for you to learn this. Fuckin."
Print. His right hand clenched the teenager's head, until he complained.
"Tante, if you don't go back, I'll kiss you."
"Kiss it."
Cup.
Kesya silent for a few seconds, the teenager actually kissed him right on the lips. He was shocked and confused, then threw the tape at the teenager, picked up the bag and then, yelled at the driver. "Left, Pir!"
When he stopped, he hurriedly ran and came down. He held his lips with his strange raging mind. My kiss was taken by a little boy, whom I haven't even given to Bian. Kesya Batin.
He just kept holding his lips, he was right until he did not realize he was far from the bus, and was somewhere. It felt like he had done something strange. There was a small sting when the lips of the teenager touched his lips, his first kiss that had been guarded all this time, arrived taken berondong which he did not even know. He really doesn't think out.
Is he stained? It was just an unexpected kiss, indeed he allowed the teenager to kiss him, but it was just a speech that just came out of his mouth, reflection.
Calm Kesya. He took a slow breath and threw it away, trying to assume it had never happened. Then walk calmly towards his apartment which is not so far away anymore, because he continues to walk without caring for his fatigue.