OLEANDER'S OBSESSION
Oleander's Obsession Begins
..."How about another week? Am I no longer holy?" - Joey...
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Rain sighed violently. The man entered the car and sat in the back seat of the driver next to Joey. The girl was looking out the window of the car on her left. Looks like Joey didn't want to talk to Rain.
"Road," Rain told Harry.
"Good, sir."
The black Range Rover drove up carrying three people in it down a crowded-looking highway, it turned out to be Sunday night. The night where a young couple is out dating their partner.
It had been thirty minutes since they left Jalan Wijaya down Jalan Sudirman, but still the car was still stuck in front of the Bung Karno Gelora Madya Stadium.
...I'm the one who's always watching you...
...Enjoy your beauty from my dark side...
The song popularized by Sheila on 7 breaks the human-human tension in the car. Since then, no one dared to make a sound, they were dissolving in their feelings.
Rain who had been staring straight ahead with both hands crossed to the chest and the head that slightly looked up at the swaggering person, feeling disturbed when the corner of his eye caught the head of Joey who was smearing because he slept. Looks like the girl is tired with today, thought Rain.
Unable to see Joey's head clashing with the car's door glass, his hand unconsciously held Joey's head and pointed the girl's head to his shoulder.
..."Maybe you'll never know...
...How easy you are to admire...
...Maybe you'll never realize...
...How easy you are to love"...
Harry captures a rare moment of Rain that he has never seen before through the rearview mirror in a car. The man smiled faintly at the warmth that existed in the cold-bodied man.
"Put the music down" Rain said.
"Good, sir."
Harry played down the radio voice as per Rain's orders.
A moment after shrinking the radio sound, suddenly drops of rain falling soaked every meter of Sudirman Street. The weather is very undesirable for some people who are enjoying a weekly night, but not with Rain.
True to the name he had, Rain was a Pluviophile Man, he loved everything about rain. Starting from the sound of water falling to see wet leaves nodding because of rain drops.
The weather that night was very supportive of the romantic atmosphere of Rain and Joey. But not with Harry, he felt like a mosquito repellent officer in the car.
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"We're in the lobby, sir" said Harry.
"Take this car first, return it tomorrow. I'll carry Joey upstairs."
"Good, sir."
Harry got off the wheel chair and rushed to the back door of the wheel.
Rain carried Joey's bridal style body down the car, towards the elevator. A few minutes after that, they finally arrived at the apartment.
Rain sloshed Joey's body onto the bed and enveloped the girl's body which silently made her flutter. The man sat by the side of the bed with his gaze fixed on every inch of indentation engraved on Joey's dream-covered face.
"Huh," Rain sighed while bowing. The man rubbed his face rough using his right hand.
A few seconds later, Rain again looked at Joey's face. He leaned over her body and pointed his lips at Joey's face.
"So soon break up from that rancid boy."
Rain menge cup Joey's forehead, then both eyes, nose and lips ranum that belong to the young girl. As his lips stopped on Joey's lips, the man smirked deeply with his eyes closed. He did it very gently and carefully.
Rain's breath puffed up to stop the hot man, now his lips tracing Joey's neckline. Feeling inadequate, Rain went down the hemisphere of da Joey, but he did not continue his kiss. It felt like it wanted to explode if the man continued tracing every inch that was on the young girl's body.
Rain immediately got up from the side of the bed and rushed out of the room. The man closed the door to Joey's room and he entered his room, then locked it.
"Damn! I crossed the line!" swear Rain with an irregular rhythm of breathing, his chest rose and fell due to breathing.
Rain rushed towards the bathroom, he took off all his clothes and stood under the shower.
The man grabbed his boneless flesh while imagining the face and body of the girl who had now become his obsession. He completely dissolved with the fantasy that was in his head at the moment until the occasional sound of the village han resounded in the bathroom.
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At the same time after Rain left Joey's room, the girl forcibly opened her eyes while wiping her rough lips.
"Hiks.. hyks..."
The girl tried to hold back her cries, but still burst out unbearably. He felt extremely harassed and his pride was hurt. A gallant man who was adrift by fourteen years of age with her, almost desecrated her that no one had ever touched.
"Two days," sobbed Joey. "It's only been two days."
"How about in a week? Am I not holy anymore?" murmured while sobbing.
"I-I'm t-fear."
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After bathing, Rain put on her bathrobe and walked out of the room. The man headed to the balcony of the apartment carrying a pack of cigarettes, a mouse and his mobile phone.
Rain pulled out a cigarette and burned it while enjoying the humid night air due to the still drizzling rain. While he was enjoying the cigarette on his index and right ring finger, the man opened his phone and contacted Harry.
"Don't let Leons know of today's disagreement, I'm afraid that rancid boy is battered" Rain ordered as she adorned her cigarette-shop.
"I'll take care of the rancid boy myself. No one can touch my woman!"
"What do you want Om to do with Ace?" joey's voice suddenly rang out to the balcony.
Rain looked behind him. From the balcony where he stood, a figure of Joey who walked slowly approached him with steps that were stumbling from the dark living room. Rain did not turn on the lights.
"Tomorrow we will continue" Rain told Harry. Then he turned off his phone and put the cigarette butts onto the ashtray on the small balcony table.
"Joey? How's awake?" asked Rain in surprise. The man walked off the balcony and approached Joey in the living room.
PLAKKK!!!
A slap landed onto Rain's cheek as the two bodies faced each other. Rain held his right cheek that was numb from the slap that was swung by the delicate hand of the young girl that was in front of his eyes.
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SERIATE...