My Personal Tour Guide
A Threshold (Collision) of Delicious-Enak

Just this time Ajeng met a man like Bimo whose character is difficult to guess. Sometimes it's sweet, sometimes it's cold and it keeps its distance. What else Ajeng is still curious about the conversation between Bimo and a doctor on mobile. What pain does Bimo actually have? If Ajeng pays attention to the man, he looks healthy and not sick. Plus Bimo likes to ask back with the questions he asks.

“Yeah. Sure. My mother likes to nguber-nguber my sister let cepet dapet baby. Hihiii. But unfortunately at the age of marriage my sister who is 5 years old, she has not been given a child. Even though they have often checked with a doctor if their health condition is good enough to have children. But yes, maybe not a windfall. Even if according to my sister's story, they always try to do it. But yes there is still no result,” Ajeng replied to make Bimo interested in Ajeng's story.

“What kind of a business?” tanya Bimo makes Ajeng's cheeks heat up.

“Ya.. Kayak it..” Ajeng codes by moving his index and middle fingers.

“That's ah! Cook you don't know anyway.”.

“Hahaha! Yeah I know..” continued Bimo made both of them laugh.

Ajeng continued to tell about his brother's case. Ajeng also did not expect that the topic of the problem about his brother who had not got a descendant made Bimo interested.

“Ajeng..”.

“Yes? Why?” Ask Ajeng.

“Can we not take photos?” ask Bimo by taking out his phone. “Here you! Where to?” Bimo dragged Ajeng's hand so that the woman stood beside him.

“We have arrived here to take photos together.”

“Ow... I think you want to ask to be photographed...”.

“Hm. I want photos with you,” said Bimo by reaching for Ajeng waist.

Ajeng's eyes flickered slightly peeking at the fingers that had accidentally touched the skin of his waist. The more Bimo tightened his body, the more the typical scent of the man entered Ajeng's nose. The intoxicating aroma. Making Ajeng feel at home for a long time embraced Bimo.

“I think is enough. 5 Photos to send to mama,” chirp Bimo by sliding the screen on his phone.

“Means sent?” Ajeng tiptoes wanted to see where the photos would be sent between him and Bimo.

“Hm... Done!” bimo said by keeping his phone away from Ajeng. The man's smile made Ajeng even more wrong. But Ajeng remained determined to check Bimo's phone. He kept prancing around pulling Bimo's clothes to reach the phone that was kept away from him.

“Don't tell me you sent our photos to your mama huh! Here look! Delete that photo!” He said loudly until Ajeng did not realize that he had hit Bimo many times.

“Let's mama you can misunderstand me! Later he thinks I'm an abal-abal tour guide who wants to seduce his son! Don't mess with dong Bimmm!”

Ajeng's attitude that impressed stubborn by Bimo actually makes him entertained. The more he kept the phone away, the more Ajeng hit his body. Bimo also increasingly enjoy the chewy p4yu*dar4 which repeatedly hit his chest.

“Ajeng... Ajeng.. Stop” Bimo's hand was perched on the hip that had risen and down hit him.

“Do not send the photo... Later I have to cut my salary with your mom... Love your phone to me Bim..!” still not aware that Bimo was sniffing his hair that was flying because of the sea breeze.

Slowly Ajeng's forehead felt a piercing gust in the pores of his skin. Not the sea wind. But it was Bimo's breath that gushed from his nose.

How did he get my forehead? Ask in his mind.

Between believing and not believing. But Ajeng knew that what he had just felt was Bimo's lips pecking his forehead.

Is this what is called a delicious (collision) series? Was he intentional or unintentional? Ajeng's mind was still wondering in Bimo's embrace.

Ajeng's instinct says that the kiss was intentional by Bimo. Bimo's posture was quite high it must have deliberately bent so that his lips could easily peck his forehead.

“Had tired of jumping?” tanya Bimo made Ajeng's daydream come to a realization.

Ajeng also began to realize that his feet were now resting on Bimo's shoes. Feels awkward. Embarrassed. But his little heart loved this incident. It felt like someone was jumping from his chest.

“You are... So good!” say Ajeng.

His feet slowly retreated away from Bimo. But his gaze still occasionally glanced at Bimo's mobile phone.

“From now on you do not have to think about my mother's request for a woman or a mate for me. Enough with the photo I sent just now, surely mama thought you were my girlfriend,” he said casually. Put the phone into the pants pocket and look back at Ajeng.

“But we have no special relationship like that, Bim! You ni-boongin that old man doesn't know well! Don't be like that. Poor to know your mama.”

Ajeng grew increasingly anxious because when he was seriously talking, but Bimo just left.

Fortunately the panorama of the resort is very beautiful in the eye pelupuk. Ajeng shifted his anxiety by walking around the resort area. Do not miss also Ajeng check the body part of the minibus. Ensure the condition in the minibus remains clean and tidy.

“Ok is also the way he nata clothes..” Ajeng open a wardrobe that has been filled Bimo with several clothes. “Many gadgets he... For all engineering software have all the complete tools like gini yes?” tanya Ajeng was astonished. He saw a lot of gadgets in his drawer and on the nightstand.

Ajeng's eyes traced every item Bimo owned. His curiosity was high enough to support him to observe all the goods Bimo owned.

“Hloh? How come there is a syringe too?” tanya Ajeng when opening the drawer to three. He wanted to touch the syringe but he undid his intentions. “What do these syringes do? No way Bimo makai syringe for laptop injection or gadget he…? Suspicious.”.

Although curious, Ajeng did not want to take a headache. He thinks it's part of Bimo's privacy. Bimo could have used the syringe to inject supplements into his body to stay fit.

After a few minutes of Ajeng resting his feet on the bed, he heard his car door being knocked from outside.

TOK.TOK…

“Bim? Have you finished the meeting?” tanya Ajeng got out of the minibus.

“Yeah. It's only 3 hours. What's inside? Why does the elf door have to be locked?”

“Oh... Em... I just finished a break. But the bed I have taken again. Bo-leh right..?” asked doubtfully with a slightly persuasive tone. However Ajeng needs to lay down his body even if only for a moment.

“Sure. Sure do. If you are tired of wearing the bed. Already eaten?”

Bimo started to enter the elves. He checked 3 drawers where he strayed things.

“I haven't eaten. Not laper. You had lunch, right?” guess because usually when people have meetings at the hotel will definitely be entertained with food.

“Not yet. Can you make something for me?”

Being present? Is there a cooking task in the work agreement, right?  Not if the guide just nganter around? tanya Ajeng in her mind.

“But Bim. I didn't stock the cooking ingredients. There are only instant noodles as well as snacks. Order from the hotel. Fear later if I masakin instant noodles you do not like,” explained Ajeng. His hand opened the drawers in his mini kitchen. Wish there were ingredients that his mother tucked in to cook. But nil.

“No problem. You make instant noodles. I want to try your instant noodles,” chirps Bimo followed by a smile Ajeng.

Bimo looks at every movement Ajeng when cooking. There's nothing special. But his eyes were not tired of looking at Ajeng.

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That afternoon after cooking instant noodles for Bimo, Ajeng returned to the steering chair to continue the journey. He simply sighed deeply reading the second destination. Dieng Wonosobo's. Not because of its distant location. But also because the route to Dieng quite a lot of challenges. Wandering and climbing north.

CIIIIT…!!!

“Ajeng?!” Bimo rushed to the steering chair. He was very surprised when the minibus he was riding suddenly braked.

Bimo was quite shocked when he saw Ajeng as if he was experiencing shortness of breath. Bimo swiftly pulled out the seatbelt that blocked Ajeng's chest. He rubbed Ajeng's chest to give him peace.

“What happened? Are you ok?” Pay more attention by hugging Ajeng. Bimo rubbed Ajeng's back.

“Sorry... Huft. Huft... So I brake suddenly,” Ajeng replied still in Bimo's arms. “Sorry to surprise you,” explained Ajeng.

Ajeng did not expect Bimo would be that attentive to him.

“It’s ok.. If you are tired you can tell me. I told you from the beginning.”

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Bimo showered the head of Ajeng with a kiss. Bimo's body was getting closer to his body, making Ajeng not believe. Is this a dream?

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Seriate…

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