The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Eighth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
There is a tiger in the body of Anggalarang.
Somehow, every woman who ever shared the warmth with the young man in bed would agree with this.
This twenty-seven-year-old man's skin was pure white. The body is slender, but enlarged and hardened when being above the opposite sex pumping energy and lustrous. The muscles of his body are not as prominent as men who are self-lovers. Instead, his shoulders and arms are solid by nature, by the activities and activities of his own days. Of course with the tiger in his body.
Many women speculate that Anggalarang may have been wrapped around the umbilical cord at birth, because the man always looks fit to wear anything. Each piece of clothing fits snugly and looks good on his body.
There is a tiger in the body of Anggalarang.
All the girls, women and women bent their knees under his growl. Livy Tjandrawati the beautiful tacik, the beautiful Nadya Moeloek, Dhenok who is good at stretching, Jenni Tan the Metropolitan girl, the, or a new supervisor in his office who was single at the age of thirty years who was rich and only wanted to be called with Queenie by Anggalarang, and whether any other women who submit to him.
Surprisingly, none of them felt like they were victims of the flamboyant Anggalarang. They may fall in the charm and seduction of the man, they may be fascinated by the strands of words and how he treats them all, he said, but without that, the women will chase each other fall over each other to get the attention of the man. No one is jealous of each other, no one takes each other - just competing - and no one blames Anggalarang for being a man of romance.
Anggalarang like an Arjuna, where every woman he makes a partner is honored when he made it into the universe of his attention.
There is a tiger in the body of Anggalarang.
The creature in his body that makes women subjugated to the attitude of manhood that looms from within his body. Her hair is thick, but well-organized, in sync with her fashion style which is not only fashionable, but appropriate. Though Anggalarang is not right when said handsome. In addition to his whole appearance said to be attractive, there was a line of scars on the edges of his forehead and neck. The teeth did not grow and were flat. Sometimes there is also a point of gloom, gloom, sadness and suffering at certain times. That way, the tiger that was inside his body seemed to slowly crawl out. Even some women swear to have seen when Anggalarang angry there is a pair of fangs that seem to pop out and tear out his gums.
But no one knows for sure what the man's soul, body and mind are. Successfully sleeping with or sleeping with him does not mean getting his whole heart and life.
Jenni Tan, the metropolitan girl who has the ambition to win the heart of Anggalarang so that the man is only for himself, in fact only managed to get more time to make love with Anggalarang: three weeks. He really has been all-out competing with Livy Tjandrawati, the beautiful tacik who is slim, level and high. Jenni Tan repeatedly stressed to herself that although Livy Tjandrawati has long legs and legs and is full-bodied, the girl can not rival the shape of her chest is more beautiful. The proof, Anggalarang can spend minutes to play with his chest pair before they make love all out. In addition, it is clear why is the one who has time to make love with Anggalarang much more than Livy Tjandrawati.
However, still, the heart of Anggalarang is not reached. Too cold to warm and too hot to cool. After all, Jenni Tan seems to be too confident with her chest because she only thinks Livy Tjandrawati is her main rival until she counts Dhenok the clover.
Dhenok the clover, don't face much. After all, he was only armed with a thick chest that was too difficult to explain. He simply enjoyed whatever the fashionable and fragrant man could give him. A break once in two weeks is enough. Sometimes he also had to share with Nadya Moeloek who is his own sidekick. Yes, yes, both are brushed away by Anggalarang. Both are obedient, like two wives who get along.
The face of satisfaction after the berahi digeber was seen once in the face of Dhenok who had a big chest. But he nodded in response.
“Where ever he stories exaggerated. Most normal questions, nothing serious,” Dhenok replied.
Nadya Moeloek smiled broadly triumphantly. “Two days ago after making love at dawn in a hotel room, Anggalarang said she couldn't sleep. He told me about his childhood. While telling the story, I stroked her until she fell asleep again,” Nadya Moeloek said with a proud chest, making Dhenok envious half to death.
But no more. No one knows that the famous and mysterious man turned out to pay more attention to a girl, also by secretly including the girl herself. His interest is not just in being passionate, not at all similar to his explosive orgasm in other girls.
Of all the women he deliberately approached or approached himself like a brave iron, he never wanted to come into contact with Kusuma Dewi, a fellow worker of different divisions in the same office. She was so white that she looked pale. Strands of veins bluish until clearly visible from behind the surface of the skin. Her reddish hair again accentuated her contrasting skin color.
Not because the girl is not attractive, but on the contrary, Kusuma Dewi is the most beautiful, charming and most exciting woman that Anggalarang has ever known. The black dots scattered at the base of his nose and slightly below his eyes were like a row of stars in the night sky. However, regarding Kusuma Dewi, the tiger in the body of Anggalarang forbid him to approach even just pay attention to the goals of the woman.
There was something different about the girl, like a double-edged knife with the same sharpness. The tiger in the body of Anggalarang felt threatened with the weapon of a hunter.
Surprisingly, the more he tried not to think too much about it, Kusuma Dewi increasingly felt disturbing his mind. After a week of not meeting her, today the figure of Kusuma Dewi loomed dazzlingly. His foot stepped into the office, tracing the ground and making it shake. The beauty of her body, skin and face blended into a kind of dough of perfection.
What happened during this one week to the girl, Anggalarang thought. Previously, Anggalarang was convinced that only he was a man who was able to see the specialties of Kusuma Dewi, while not only other men and women, Kusuma Dewi himself seemed to be unaware of it.
But now, a pair of full-falling chests and squirming round buttocks bathed in the attention and awe-inspiring look of the men, as well as the envious and spiteful sneers of the women. His figure walked meanderingly like a female snake.
For the sake of seeing the arrival of Kusuma Dewi, a ferocious figure inside the body of Anggalarang growled, because ...
There is a tiger in the body of Anggalarang.