Rainbow Blanketed Clouds
Much Better Than ....

The clouds put on jackets and snatched the car keys on the desk. The man rushed out after getting word from his friend about the drunk priska. As soon as it will go down the stairs, along with the rainbow that will rise. He just turned off some lights downstairs. 

The rainbow looked at her husband who looked quite fashionable with jeans and a white T-shirt wrapped in a jacket.

“I'll be out for a minute!” Without waiting for the authorization from the Rainbow, the Cloud accelerated its pace. 

The rainbow looked at her husband's back.

“Mas wait!” call Rainbow make Cloud steps stop. “Wherever you go, remember one thing. Putting iron on your head is better than touching a woman who is not your mahram!” 

Seen a thin frown on the forehead Clouds heard Rainbow speech. The man was silent for a while until finally choosing to come out without saying a word. While Rainbow can only stare at her husband's back who looks rushed and then disappears behind the door. 

“May God always protect you, Mas.”

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It was late at night when the Clouds arrived at a night entertainment venue. From where he stood, he could see a special table in the corner of the room. That's where he sometimes spends his time getting drunk. The table was devoted to Ben for his friends who almost every night came. 

Some men and women were seen still drinking, while another woman was already face down at the table. Seeing from the color of his hair, Cloud was able to recognize him even from afar. 

“Hai Cloud!” greet a woman dressed openly with a heavy voice. 

“Hey, Cloud! Finally you came too. Please take Priska home, yeah. He's drunk!” keep Ben. "You join us first! I hope you all are well-treated!"

The clouds only nodded with a faint smile. His gaze was fixed on the glasses and bottles on the table. For some reason in his little heart now heavily touched the drink.

"No first. I'm going to take Priska home."

"Hurry up!" protest of one of them.

"Sorry, next time, yeah!"

With the help of a club employee, Awan took Priska to the car and drove her home to her apartment. Along the way, Priska continued to mumble and occasionally cry. 

“You are evil with me, Clouds! You're evil!” 

“Be careful if you prefer that woman over me!” 

“You're evil!” 

Repeatedly the sentence was spoken by Priska until he arrived at the apartment. The clouds carried him to the room and laid a body that was barely powered by the drunkenness. 

“You're drunk heavily. Rest!” The clouds would step out, but Priska grabbed her wrist to make a cloud stop.

"Free, Pris! I have to go home!" He took off Priska's hand, though the woman looked unwilling.

“Why are you doing this to me? You're gonna go home to your wife and leave me?” 

“We'll talk tomorrow. After you feel better.” 

“Stop, Cloud! Now tell me, what is he more than me? You see me!” Priska opened her blazer until it left only a fairly open tanktop and displayed her cleavage. The mini skirt he used showed off his smooth white thighs. 

He again grabbed Cloud's wrist and pulled her until Cloud fell in a position that almost overcame him.

Priska stroked Cloud's face gently. “I love you! Don't go!”

The two stared at each other in less than a inch until a quick puff of priska breath hit the face of the clouds. 

“Touch me, Cloud!” whisper with flirting.

For a moment, the Cloud sank into the tenderness that Priska had given her. Unknowingly his hand was raised, stroking Priska's smooth face. His face was advancing closer and closer until the two lips were almost fused together. 

However, suddenly the shadow of the Rainbow flashed across his mind. A beautiful smile and her shady gaze.

“Putting iron on your head is much better than touching a woman who is not your mahram!” 

The clouds instantly came to a realization and quickly distanced his face. 

"Roofers!"

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