The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Tenth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
Queenie, the new supervisor in the office division where Anggalarang works is smiling broadly. His body was wrapped in a thick blanket of hotels. His pair of sharp-angled eyes stared at the sleeping Anggalarang binal face down beside him, tracing the muscles that stuck nicely along the sturdy man's backbone. Last night the much younger man ate it all out, leaving only a sigh of fatigue and a groan of satisfaction.
Indeed, the age of thirty-six years old woman is not able to be covered by a slim body, clean face and beautiful hair thanks to the regular care he did. However, that does not mean that his age has slid smoothly on the head of three that makes it look old and no longer attractive. The contrary. Queenie is a charming thirty-six-year-old woman.
Body language, the way she talks and walks, the choice of clothes and makeup, and her actions paint a memorable beauty and charm 'expensive,' elegant and tall. His speed is his pride, a treasure that can be exhibited here and there, intimidating men and even women.
Women can only whisper with a burst of envy, but they are not able to subvert the upright milestones of self-esteem, the dignity and prestige of the Queenie who still looks beautiful and charming at her age is no longer young. Not to mention its independence and success that many people want. If it is like this, of course, power is the main strength of the queen.
Damn, tore down the defense of an Anggalarang is just a lousy plan. Indeed, the feeling he has on Anggalarang is like a tipper together. It is not difficult to make Anggalarang, and any man, glare at a pair of round chunks of his chest that are imprisoned by a piece of kutang. The problem is, Anggalarang can not be defeated. Queenie can't afford to have one hundred percent and all and for herself. On the contrary, he who is caught up in the charm of the man, even he can not do anything when only a week interval the two share berahi, Anggalarang has clearly sputtered Jenni Tan the Metropolitan girl who is always seen tucking a skinny cigarette specifically woman. And Queenie accepted it naturally.
In fact, the friend, Erika Dermawan, a journalist and reporter who was much younger than him, namely twenty-five years, who was as young as he had a career in the press, small-lipped, tiny, short-haired concise, taller and tend to contain, round-eyed and clear with a firm face texture, always shaking his head in frustration when hearing the details of this kind of relationship story.
"What's wrong with you, ma'am? Isn't it Ma'am who always says that we women are not the objects of this patriarchal society? Women and men are not really balanced in their status, but we have our rights and obligations and must not try to oppress each other. Is that what Jenar Keswari said?" erika said when she was told about her best friend's relationship with men, subordinates in her office, named Anggalarang.
Indeed, it is customary if it is upset with the behavior of the mbeling of the friend who is already a mature woman, Erika Dermawan is always calling the name of the Queenie with her real name in full. Erika Dermawan seems to assert that the name embedded in her contains a noble meaning, Jenar which means 'yellow' and *Keswari *which means 'noble neighbor.'
The Queenie, Jenar Keswari, flicked her manicured bushy hair while laughing crisply, but hinted at the seriousness of listening to the annoyance of the friend. "Don't having this kind of relationship even further assert a woman's freedom and strength and power over herself?" back to asking.
Erika Dermawan wanted to protest, but canceled it. He smiled broadly, and shook his head again. His pair of round eyes narrowed and sank within both of his cheekbones that contained. Though he knew very well that all this was justification of the friend because he had already wallowed in the mud of orgasm.
Queenie, Jenar Keswari who laughed because she knew Erika Dermawan stopped trying to argue her words was suddenly silent. His pair of sharp-angled eyes looked at one corner. Erika responds to this change by looking for the object her best friend is looking at.
That's where the girl is. Kusuma Dewi walked through the crowd of people who instantly split as he passed them. Her reddish hair was toying with color and charm with her pale white skin. A form of allure radiates from the poignancy of his body, waving slowly but dangerously like the scene of a female snake slithering that rotated in slow motion. The spark of the morning sun that has not been too hot reflects it back to nature, paining the eyes of office cafeteria travelers at this breakfast hour.
Erika Dermawan who had gotten the target that her best friend noticed smiled faintly. "Who is he, Ma'am?" the question is not too indifferent.
"He's an employee of this office as well" replied Jenar Keswari short.
Erika Dermawan's smile was still thinly disguised on her face. "He also has a relationship with Anggalarang?" erika asked in a mocking tone but also in a joking style. He smiled with satisfaction.
Beyond the expectations of Erika Dermawan, Jenar Keswari did not answer. In fact, the woman's forehead wrinkled and looked more intensely at the figure that was in the spotlight of almost everyone around her, both men and women.
Erika Dermawan sighed in understanding. "Jealous, Ma'am? Didn't Ma'am himself tell that the Anggalarang was always surrounded by beautiful girls? Ma'am himself has no problem with that, right? Seeing his appearance, yes I understand if a man named Anggalarang can be smothered with him," said Erika Dermawan at length. He meant to tease his friend.
There was no overreaction from a Queenie. Jenar Keswari answered Erika Dermawan later, but while her pair of eyes still could not be separated looking towards Kusuma Dewi. "Everyone knows he's crazy about Anggalarang. But he never got any attention from that man. That's why I'm surprised, since when does she look beautiful and .. sexy," said Queenie. The last word was spoken softly, almost inaudible.
"Ah, an unattractive woman suddenly came forward with all her physical changes. It seems I am familiar with the problems between women like this, Ma'am," said Erika Dermawan sarcastically.
Jenar Keswari raised both eyebrows. "When you mean I'm envious and jealous of her change as a woman, you're wrong, Erika. Seriously, there must be something with him" he replied without any exaggerated emotions.
"Then, Ma'am want to say he's on a stack?" erika Dermawan's answer tends to be origin.
Surprisingly, Queenie bought both her eyes and stared at Erika Dermawan. "Well, yeah ... Don't be right what you said, Erika."
Erika Dermawan sighed, shaking her head in frustration once again.