Now Or Soon U Mine!
17. The Battle of the Bed

"Lea?" akilla's red eyes were fixated on a batik-painted lady who was also looking at her in a trance.

Rekkal glanced alternately at the two, biting his anxious lips in an already black atmosphere was now getting darker without him being able to prevent. True, the big conflict in High School that occurred between them has not been resolved definitely makes them awkward and uncomfortable. He also felt something like this when he accidentally recognized Akilla on the side of the road earlier. He also had a dilemma of what to do, greeting him and pretending nothing had happened or breezing away like a stranger. After a fight between ego and desire, he decides to finish what he should have done first. He didn't want to nurture his cowardly soul any longer, it was too gnawing on his soul.

Although he felt the decision was right, the case of Lea and Akilla was a more complicated and deeper matter than him that considered a big fight that did not need to be too much put into the heart. He can not blame completely Lea's decision to avoid, after all, that's the habit of the last seven years. Leah was gentle and somewhat sensitive, treated as she was then, her heart that was like thin glass was easily broken, and Akilla was as good as dancing on it without the slightest hesitation.

He saw the pale face of Lea who was gulping nervously. Both clenched hands hung beside his body, looking down deeply at the feeling of the entire energy flying along the night wind. The darkness hugged him back. He can't do it. Not at all.

He had better turn around, take the escape step that he had been doing all this time. The tangled threads intertwined between them were impossible to unravel, like iron, maybe his heart had rusted eroded when he kept all his feelings.

"Wait, Le!"

Lea's steps stopped. But no power to turn around.

Akilla thought in a rage. What the hell is he doing? What's he supposed to say? His breath hunted, cold sweat poking out, starting to drip on his temples. "Gu-go.."

The ember who had been silently staring trembled to feel how a strange situation was dragging his chest, calming Akilla by rubbing both shoulders that had been gripped so strongly that if shown his skin flushed so tight. He was fully aware that most of the conflicts that reaped this split were due to his selfishness. Self-esteem and ego blind every step of his life. Both fully carry the thoughts and heart Bara.

"Lo can be angry, despicable or kill me.." said Akilla faltered. Rekkal who heard that was so tormented faced a situation that he had never imagined before. Lea didn't budge.

"But I beg you, don't see me as hateful as that..."

***

"ah! Thanks for getting us here. We don't really mean to make your nicotine. Oh yeah, I'm surprised to know you're married. Whoa crazy, huh? My two best friends married dong! Hahahaha, why don't you invite me anyway?" the long train was originally carrying flashes of smiles on Rekkal's face. Hearing the final question, a sting shook his heart. He glanced at Lea who was silent for a moment before opening the door of the house.

The simple house hidden behind the narrow alley kulaks looks so clean and comfortable because it is decorated with small pots filled with red tulips lined up on the walls of the separation fence that is less than high knee joint. Bara who first entered the slum was a little disturbed, inevitably he had to endure all the inconvenience. Fortunately, the house they went to was a building that looked more convincing alias well maintained than the neighbors lined up a little seedy.

"K-we ngundang lo kok.." reply Rekkal covered false cry, "free. lo kayaknya SB, hehe..."

"Gue's not busy!" sambar Akilla hurry. Bara nudged his arm, telling Akilla to shut up immediately. But the girl looked at him not understanding. "What the hell are you?" whispered Akilla did not understand.

Unable to explain, Bara bit his lower lip when Rekkal hesitated to explain "the suit I'm on the phone, said assistant lo again busy with the new film project..?"

Akilla. Can't say anything more. Is it really that busy? Fortunately the open door saved the atmosphere that again threw them into awkwardness, but both were too naive to be honest, Rekkal quickly told them to come in. His face was a little pale. A feeling of guilt was ceaselessly flowing within his chest.

Arriving in the living room which was only packed with sofas and tables, as well as televisions, the room was connected to the kitchen, only limited to shelves containing vases of imitation flowers of various colors, including, a little girl fell asleep on a long sofa by the wall. The picture book full of irregular rainbow lines was as if it was a buffer chapter for him. Scattered crayons leave marks on the tips of the fingers of the right hand.

"SB, 3-year-olds are active.." Rekkal rubbed his nape, revealing a faint shy smile. It seems like the SB the man used had a different context than before.

Bara put on standby, brandishing his ten fingers, guessing the word singakatan Rekkal as if he was facing the oral test of physics. "No need to apologize, not too messy really" said Akilla a little reluctant.

"Acellin sleeps in our room, let them in Acellin's room" Lea carried her little girl into the room after her husband nodded, agreeing to her proposal.

"You guys are horrified? Room Acellin DS" he pointed to the door full of the attic abstract images typical of toddlers. Bara clapped once, "definitely 'there'!" said spirit.

"Gue already .." doeng! Bara did not carry out his intention to jump in excitement, standing stiffly scratching his nape.

"Oh yes, if you need anything, find it yourself. Or to my room huwahh." The sentence was cut open mouth, yawned. A tired body used all-out during the night

Akilla continued to push him into the room that Lea had previously entered. "Yes no papa, you must be tired. If you do it tomorrow, bye!"

Door closes. There is still silence there. Awkward and clumsy to greet their atmosphere. "Gue's sleepy, go to bed first?" bamit Bara headed for the room, Akilla flinched, immediately tailing. "But I'm sleepy too!"

***

"Sonoan! I'm almost jatoh!" Bara pushed Akilla's small back behind him.

"Gue is also narrow tau!" return the impulse. The sentence of the bed is a means of exercise for a husband and wife is indeed appropriate. But the words were different for Bara and Akilla. They kept jostling for a wider place on the bed. Whether there is no one to mess with or unthinkable for both, a small child's bed is certainly not as big as an adult. Single bed makes them constantly quarrel without being able to rest quietly.

"Eh, these blankets don't have your ancestors, yes, I don't get any!" rutuk Bara pulled the thick yet small blanket over all of her body.

"Body you're a bongsor, kek kebo nyadar no?"

Sreth! Widespread power struggles ended, starting the seizure of facilities. Though the minimalist round wall clock in the corner of the room has shown at 2 am, and they can not be a minute to close the eyes.

"Badan lo aja small" Bara timpal did not want to lose.

"As a man plus a husband, you have to beat me up!"

"At the time of the cake gini aja, you just nganggep me husband!" grunts Bara upset. Silent. No one pulled the blanket back. Isn't that good news for him? But he felt something was wrong. Of course, Akilla's silence was the strangest oddity since she met the girl for the first time. Doubtful Bara turned slowly, how come there is nothing?

Sitting up, Bara looked back and forth looking for him. Akilla ngajak peyak umpet what? How was the atmosphere suddenly horror? Is Akilla not practicing her magic Riana anymore? Bara sensed there would be a terrible incident in a moment. Dead lights add to the impression of haunted and sinister, he felt he was in a horror film series. The only light came from the dim moonlight in the window. "Kill?"

A tiny human figure emerged from the darkness as fast as lightning struck. The last step, his legs stuck "gue did not want to be your wife!"

Stuck up, as if oxygen wouldn't come near his nose at all. Tight, his tailbone ached, his butt slammed onto the hard and cold floor. It was created by his wife, who now raised one corner of his lips. Smiling cynically.

"****** !"

Akilla wagged her hair like a model of a horsehair wash commercial. Clap the bed elegantly, clean the dust that might interfere with his rest and lie freely on the bed. It was comfortable.That was fortunately his strength was strong enough to be able to cripple his opponent.

The cup!

Huh huh? Whatisit? At first glance, the small part of her cheek feels warm and wet. Comfort blinded Akilla's sense of alignment, he continued to be sealed unmoved. No matter at all.

The incident came back again, this time creeping also into the other cheek. He was still kekeh if it was just imagination because fatigue penetrated time. Again the two cheeks warm up also wet like something plastered chewy. The longer it was silenced, the more ferocious it was that lust was on his face.

Akilla opened her eyes irritated, her mouth about to ask how things were going. The face of Bara so close above it, enough to explain the strange phenomenon earlier.

"LU YANG–"

"Shhh! Don't make this noise in people's homes" Bara whispered after silencing his wife's mouth using his right hand. Akilla felt de javu as he did in the school corridor. But the whisper he received was able to make his hair goosebumps. As much as possible he threw down the hand of Bara who was so strong that he locked his mouth.

But his actions actually invited disaster for both of them. The embers who lost their balance immediately collapsed on the little girl and nature displayed a ignorant nature... Their lips met each other in a way that never crossed their minds.