My Love Journey's
Happinesses.

...Author's POV....

"There I was, on a stretch of grass that stretched along the riverbank, sitting on an old brown rocking chair. The weather was a bit hot, but I didn't feel bothered, somehow it seemed to make me more alive. I could feel the sunburn on my skin, accompanied by a gentle breeze. Then, suddenly, I heard the sound of laughter, which was followed by a series of ruddiness. I got up and looked around, looking for the source of the voices, but I saw no one. I was just about to sit down when the laughter re-echoed.

"Cause of curiosity, I decided to follow that voice. I left the rocking chair by the river and stepped in the other direction. Then, I saw what appeared to be two small children, a few meters away from where I, male and female, played in the meadow. I walked over, but the further my feet went, the further they ran and I could not reach them. I don't know why, it pisses me off. I want to be with them.

"I tried to run, but fell down with an ankle that then hurt. Very very sick. I wanted to cry when I felt a shadow protecting me from the sun. The two children stood there, looking at me carefully. Their faces were blurry, but I could catch a faint smile on their lips. The girl said; you must let us go, Ma. We're happy here. You should be happy too. Then, they disappeared and I woke up."

Bianka turned her face, looking at a woman sitting before them, Dr. Susan. He continued to experience the dream for weeks, sometimes several times a night. This beautiful middle-aged woman who worked as their therapist for a month kept pushing Bianka to tell her about the dream. This does not mean that Dr. Susan isn't good enough, Bianka just doesn't like situations where she has to open up to strangers. And he hated not being able to read Dr.'s expression. Susan.

"Bianka, thank you for sharing your dream with us." Dr. Susan started. "But I can hear no emotion in your voice, as if you were conveying something ordinary."

"Do you expect me to cry?" bianka asked a little sniffly.

"There is no harm in expressing sadness. How do you feel when you wake up? After that dream?"

Bianka glanced at Paul who was sitting next to her. He knew Paul was exerting all his strength to hold back the tears. Bianka sighed, Paul's open attitude about what he felt lately made him feel like trash.

At first glance, he looked at the clock on his phone screen. Five more minutes. " I feel sad and guilty."

"Why feel guilty?" ask Paul.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm still here, breathing easy, while my kids don't get that chance."

"You never said that to me." Paul frowned as he grabbed Bianka's hand, his voice sounding worried.

"Why do you keep it to yourself? About your dreams, or your feelings?" Dr. Susan murmuring.

Bianka turned her gaze from Paul to the woman. She doesn't like being the center of attention in the room, what should she say? What do they expect from him?

Gently, Bianka took off Paul's grasp and glanced at the clock once more. He knew his attitude would be harsh, yet at this moment he did not care anymore. He just wanted to end the meeting immediately.

"I know our time is up, but I hope you'll stay another minute or two. You shouldn't feel guilty. What happens, let it happen. And you're here right now, with the people you love, and the families who love you too. You have more than one reason to stay and do your best.

"For the next meeting" continued Dr. Susan. "I want you to write two letters. First, for all the good things that happen in your life. And secondly, to your children and tell them whatever you want to express, especially your feelings. Then, I'll hear you read that letter next week, and we'll talk about it. How's it?"

Bianka simply nodded, relieved to finally be able to get out of the place.

***

Bianka and Paul stop at a fairly quiet park near a lake in the city center. Bianka sat down beside Paul, her head hugging on the man's shoulder while Paul hugged his hips. They did not want to rush back home Franda after the previous therapy session. Right now, they want to spend time alone.

"You know I love you, right?" ask Bianka.

"Yes, I know."

"You've been in Jakarta too long. I hope you don't neglect your work for me."

Paul rolled his eyes in a joke.

"I'm serious, Paul. I think it's time you got back to your job. I have to work myself."

"Don't worry. I've done my job."

"Paul's..."

"Love," cut Paul. "Stop worrying about me. I no longer coach clubs in Bandung."

Bianka. "What?" He did not expect Paul to go that far.

"Please calm down, okay? I did it because I had to. I can't focus on anything else while you need me more. Anyway, my manager has got a new offer here. So, there's nothing to worry about."

"And don't think you can escape Dr. Susan is that easy. I know you're not happy with this idea, but I'm proud we got through it. The therapy helped me understand you better."

"Hm."

"I know you're uncomfortable, but thank you for trying."

"Hm."

"Are you going to respond to my every word with 'Hm'?" paul asked nosy, making Bianka chuckle.

"Hm."

Paul laughed and pulled Bianka into his lap, with both of the woman's legs on each side of his body. She slipped her hands behind Bianka's cotton skirt and fumbled her belly. "I love you." he muttered, then kissed Bianka's lips. "I miss this ass" whispered Paul, his voice full of joy.

Bianka frowned, grinning. "Hm."

His hand moved to Bianka's thigh, dangerously approaching the woman's sensitive part. Bianka lowered her face to her neck as she felt her hands flirt from behind her underwear. Slowly, Bianka began to move her hips following Paul's finger rhythm. Paul felt calm because Bianka was wearing a skirt long enough to cover their current activities. Obviously it wasn't a proper place, but she missed her lover so much. His skin, his touch, and the sounds of pleasure. Paul was burning with passion, feeling as if he were a teenager new to love. The feeling of being caught red-handed actually creates an increasingly thrilling sensation.

Paul extended his free hand to collect Bianka's hair so she could kiss her neck. He took down Bianka's underwear and put pressure on the core of the woman's body, moving his finger around, while Bianka followed the rhythm. Paul looked at Bianka, his gaze full of desire. Bianka bit her lips to hold back the moans that threatened to come out. But Paul wanted to hear that.

"That's my girl!" paul murmured at Bianka's neck, before pulling out his stick of bacteria and slightly pushing up. "Fu¢k!" Both of them huffled, Bianka's body throbbing due to the explosion that just happened. "Always warm and wet." erang Paul as he urged her harder and longer.

Bianka's head hitched a ride on Paul's shoulder once again, still shivering his lips, both of his arms hugging the man's neck. Paul continued to shower him from below, whispering sweet words in his ear.

Suddenly, they heard someone yelling at them. "Hey, are you all right?" Luckily, Paul's car glass was pitch black.

The whole activity stopped quickly. Bianka raised her head and shouted back, suddenly her voice sounded loud. "Yes, there's no problem. Thank you!" The man left them.

Paul did not bother to turn his head, instead just waiting for the stranger who was interfering with the fun to go away before continuing their activities. However, Bianka stopped her, got up and tried to tidy up her skirt.

But, Paul was too tense to let go, so what then happened was that he put Bianka back on his lap.

"No, Paul. We almost got caught red-handed. Hold on a minute, I'll cheer you up as soon as we get home." Bianka grumbled frantically.

Paul just grinned, one of his hands hugging Bianka's back while the other hand came back into action between the two women's thighs, rubbing her gently. "Paul, someone could've seen, or at worst recorded and sold it to a gossip magazine. So, we better stop this."

"No way!" That was Paul's answer before he started raining again. His hips violently struck Bianka, not caring about anything else. She was so carried away, and she wanted Bianka to follow her rhythm.

Bianka gripped Paul's wrist coaxing her femininity, her lips opened while her breath became increasingly restrained.

"Oh, how delicious!" sigh Paul. He held Bianka fixed in place, pressing his finger harder into the core of her lover's body. Bianka tried to say something but instead sounded like a tweet, inviting laughter Paul. "Fu¢k!"

Bianka gasped and Paul felt her body tremble, her femininity tightening around Paul. "Faster!" Bianka eventually pleaded.

Paul gladly complied with his request. Bianka's back curved beautifully, letting Paul urge deeper. A minute later, the screams of pleasure echoed in the car. "Itahhhhh...." His entire body was trembling and throbbing favourably. It didn't take long for Paul to join his woman at the height of the fun, his outburst of passion even to the point of flowing down Bianka's thigh as the woman collapsed on his lap. The breaths of the lovers were hunting as if they had just escaped from the pursuit of a mad dog.

They still hugged in silence, enjoying the remnants of the release while breathing in. "I miss this" murmured Paul in the end. Bianka nodded in agreement. "Do we have to go home to your brother now?" he asked, gently letting Bianka move into the passenger seat.

"No, I guess. We can stay at my house or at the hotel for the night. Maybe for the next few days if you don't mind. I want to spend time with you. Just the two of us." replied Bianka while busy cleaning herself with a tissue and tidying up her skirt, then turned to Paul. "Don't look at me like that, Klug! I hope you're more careful next time."

"Ah, you're not cool! Come on, that was awesome, wasn't it? It's exciting! It's thrilling!"

"As far as you go" Bianka replied, rolling her eyes. "Come, walk!"

Paul cupped Bianka's face and pulled her. "At least kiss me first!"

"Basic silly!" geritu Bianka with a smile, but still kiss his heart. "Oh, come. I don't want my lover sulking after the hottest and most thrilling romance of the century."

"Well, you're totally ridiculous now." Bianka laughed, leaning her back forward. Satisfied and happy.