Oh My Cecunguk
Sleeping with Alan

Applause rang out as Alan finished singing the song perfectly. His voice is worthy of appreciation. Alan came off the stage. Now he's walking towards me.

I clapped, when he arrived. "You sound good, Al. Why don't you just be an artist."

Alan sat his body in a chair. Next to me. "You like it, if I'm an artist?" tanyakanya.

I looked at him, confused. "Why are you asking me?"

"Can't really?" his protest. Alan looked down, staring at the food that had been served on the table. He reached out his hand, taking the goat satay I had ordered. Then roll it over to the sambal. After that put it in the mouth, chew it.

"Can't not. But that's none of my business. So why are you even asking me," I said as I ate.

I'm going to eat. This time I tasted chicken satay. It tastes pretty good. The meat is tender, the seasoning is also pervasive. Honey the nut is less spicy a little. Actually can ask for more sambal. But I'm lazy way to the stand just to ask for a sambal.

"Of course it's your business. I'm gonna ask you. You like it when I'm a singer?" Ask again.

I thought for a second. "I'm just kind of like it. Whatever you do, as long as it's positive I'll love it" I said.

Alan did not answer. He seemed busy enjoying the food. The way he eats makes me drool. "What's that good?" my question, curious.

Alan raised his face, looking at me. "Why don't you try it yourself" he said. He thrust the satay he held into my mouth. "Try ..," he said.

I immediately turned my head back, dodging.

Alan scrunched his forehead. "Why? you're disgusted by my ex?" tanyakanya. He looks angry

I shook my head, quickly. He doesn't want to misunderstand. "It's not like that. I don't like goat satay. More precisely to the smell. My nose is quite sensitive to odors" I explained.

Alan's gaze softened again. "If you don't like why in the message? I told you a message you like."

"That's for you. You seem to like it too."

"Other times the message you like, don't think about me" he said.

Of course, Al. Next time I'll have a message I like. You're so ge'er Al. Who thinks of you too. After all this is the first and last time we eat together, my mind.

"I also order food that I like, really," I said pointing to two pieces of grilled chicken. I took one, the thigh part. Then a small bite on the tip.

Alan changed his sitting position, charging towards me. One hand he put behind the back of the chair I sat on. While one hand rests on the table. He's staring. "Is that delicious?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding. "Enak. You wanna try?" my many.

"Can I?" tanyanya, still looking at me.

"certain. Eat it," I said. I bit back into the roasted chicken I was holding. My eyes widened as Alan suddenly grabbed the grilled chicken in my mouth using his mouth. I froze. My heart beats unbecoming. As if he wanted to jump out. I'm sure the guy who saw us must have thought Alan was kissing me.

"You're right. It's delicious," he said.

I looked at him, looking at him in disbelief. Why is this man so relaxed, as if nothing happened.

"What's wrong? Why do your eyes seem to want to come out so," asked Alan when our eyes met again.

I looked at him, puck. "Why did you snatch food in my mouth?"

"You said I could try it."

"Yes. But I mean that's not what I'm eating there" I said. Glanced at a piece of grilled chicken that was still intact on the table.

Alan grinned. His eyes focused on my lips. "That there looks better" he said shamelessly.

Basic crazy! My name is in my heart. I immediately turned away from that shitty man. I looked up as something dripped down my forehead. "Germid," I murmured. I raised my hand, making sure. The water dripped back on my palm. The longer-the more. People seem scattered. Looking for shelter. Some run out. I laugh.

Alan looked at me, confused. "Why laugh?" tanyakanya.

"You know, Al. I thought this place was perfect, no offense. Turns out I was wrong. Look, when it rains everything gets problematic. Although many trees are lush, but still. People can't stay under it. It would be dangerous if there was lightning. And when the rain is mixed with the wind everything will be soaked," I said looking around.

I turned, looking at the silent Alan. I don't know what he's thinking. He looked seriously watching his surroundings.

"Let's go to the tent" asked Alan as the rain grew heavier. He took off his leather jacket. I made him an umbrella for both of us. We were forced to hit the rain, heading for the tent. Than to continue to shelter under the banyan tree. For a long time it can be soaked if it still remains in that place.

Alan rented a tent for the two of us. I don't have a problem even with one room with him. This is only temporary. We just want to take a little shelter. After the rain we could go home.

I was flabbergasted as I entered into the glamping tent. In addition to the bed, in the tent there is also a small bathroom. There are dispensers and televisions too.

I sat my body at the end of the bed. Faced with Alan, who was then standing in front of the sofa.

Alan threw a towel at me. "Dry up your body" he said.

I comply. Start wiping my wet body parts.

"What do you want, Al?" I asked when I saw Alan lift his shirt. I covered my face with both palms.

"My body is wet" he said.

"Are you not ashamed? I'm even here, right in front of you."

"Not close your eyes. I just undressed, not naked."

I slowly lowered the hands that covered my face. A little surprised when he saw the body of Alan who was not wrapped in cloth. I thought her body would look thin. Turns out muscular too. Although not as sexy as Kevin whose stomach is plaid. Alan dried his body and hair with a towel. After that, he sat his body on the sofa.

Outside the rain is still heavy. The air is getting cold. I pulled the blanket, wrapped my body to make it warmer.

Alan's staring. "Open your clothes" he ordered. I snorted at him.

"I didn't mean anything. Your clothes are wet. Even if you cover your body with a blanket it will still feel cold. You can have a fever later," he explained.

"I'd rather be cold than naked in front of you" I said.

"Hey ... I didn't tell you to be naked in front of me. I'm just asking you to take off your wet clothes. You can wear a blanket or towel instead."

I ignored his words. Remain unmoved by my stance and position.

The night is getting late. Not that it subsides, the rain is getting heavier. Thunder was heard blaring out there.

"Looks like we can't go home tonight. Want to not want us to stay here," said Alan.

"Then I'd like to book Al's own room. We can't sleep in one room" I said. I had a blanket cover my body. Prepare to find another room. However, Alan held me back.

"I'm the one who moved, you stay here" he said.

Alan walked up to the phone plane on the nightstand. Press the button to contact the receptionist and ask for another room. I waited while listening. Alan sighed, his tone turning angry. Shortly after, he hung up the phone.

Alan turned around, looking at me. His face looked disappointed. "I'm sorry, Lea. We have to share a room. All tents are full, none are empty."

I understand, it's not his fault. I was expecting it when Alan called earlier.

"But I can't share a bed with you" I said.

"It's okay, I can sleep on the couch" Alan said. "Sleep ... It's night," he said, again.

I'm nodding. It has been sleepy since. "Good night, Al," I said before going to bed.

"Good night, Alea. Have a good dream" he said. Alan turned off the lights. Then lay her body on the sofa. More precisely curled up. Because the sofa is small. While his body was long.

I lay myself in bed. Pulling a blanket over my entire body.

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