The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Fourteenth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
Anggalarang no longer remember what dream he had last night. With the situation all over the gamang, he went to work and got some unpleasant news about a new supervisor at his workplace.
Hospitals are packed with employees and co-workers. News of the new supervisor, Jenar Keswari, who was taken to the Emergency Installation last night, kept the office busy. Concern and curiosity came from the company's core officials, subordinates and even workers from other divisions as well. They flocked to the hospital to find out what really happened to the three head's beautiful career woman. Someone is sorry,or just depositing a face so as not to be considered not to have a conscience even though they do not really know let alone care about figures who have recently become famous in all offices and even the company.
Anggalarang sitting in one corner, not too understanding with his own feelings. Jenar Kaswari may be Queenie to him, but for most other employees - especially those who do not know and do not want to know about their dark relationship - Anggalarang is not an important person who can sit closest to the VIP room of the Hospital supervisor.
He did not mind, however, he was still confused how to. He did sleep with the woman, share the warmth, relieve each other dark clouds over the head that cause fatigue, will still they are not an official couple. It can be said, honestly, Anggalarang has no special taste other than sharing pleasure alone. Equally likes.
Jenar Keswari who came to tempt him with all his maturity and power. Anggalarang was ordered by Jenar Keswari to serve him. Many think Jenar Keswari the Queenie is an alpha female, aka a woman with full power that makes men submit to her and follow her orders.
For Anggalarang, it all only happens in bed, just a role play. Anggalarangs love to make Queenie scream scrumptious when their role-playing has reached its peak. However, elsewhere, Queenie's Consort Jenar has no power, no matter he is the supervisor. It was Jenar Keswari who kept begging for love for him.
So, is it strange or evil if he is not so sad or curious about the condition of the woman in the room there? In fact, just last night he also thought to want the warmth of the body of the adult woman.
Instead of thinking about the situation of Jenar Keswari in there, Anggalarang was now staring at Livy Tjandrawati who was also watching her back from a seat not far from her.
This man's heart could be said to have frozen so that it always behaved coldly. Perhaps that way, her childhood trauma can be suppressed in such a way into her subconscious. Unfortunately, this frozen feeling often translates women as cool and mysterious style of an Anggalarang that makes them more anxious and smug. This misinterpreted freezing is then added with a psychological defense mechanism in the form of flamboyance. The tiger in the body of Anggalarang protects himself from the history and dark memory in his childhood so that he is not injured.
As a result, Anggalarang grows into a cool man who is looking for women.
Livy Tjandrawati has been dating Anggalarang several times. But he's been hooked to death. Anggalarang is the man of liberation. A hero and his loving mentor.
Raised in a family full of prohibitions and restrictions, forced to see the world from one point of view alone makes Livy Tjandrawati teeter. Meeting Anggalarang is like a child opened the door to a toy palace. So Livy Tjandrawati also play and have fun.
Anggalarang maximizes the effectiveness of the slim and tall tacik's body on the bed: how to play his high shoulders, his long arms and a pair of breasts that are not too large but chewy to contain, rapping thighs and legs that conical straight without blemish. Anggalarang convinces Livy Tjandrawati that his body is his own. The girl was obsessed with whatever she wanted to do to her, including giving it to Anggalarang to spice it up.
A game of irony of persuasion that is not cheap, although still a gombal seduction. It might even sound like a trick loaded with cheap tricks typical of crocodile men. However, getting an opportunity like this, Livy Tjandrawati actually uses it to express herself. He was born on the body of Anggalarang.
Her pale white body was flawless, smooth fresh non-barren, well maximized. Anggalarang really play their romance with a variety of styles, a variety of rhythms and a variety of tones.
That night, Livy Tjandrawati managed to get Anggalarang for himself, not Jenar Keswari the Queenie who was still in the hospital, not Jenni Tan the rival and arch-enemy, but Jenni Tan, or the other girls he can't memorize and remember everything.
Livy Tjandrawati saw the image of the perfectly sculpted Anggalarang body standing behind her. His dark figure was illuminated by the lights from outside the hotel window.
The girl fingered her mobile phone on a small table beside her bed. His pair of narrowed eyes increasingly narrowed in response to the bright light shining from the screen of his smartphone. At three o'clock in the morning.
"Angalarang, what are you doing there? Get back here right away," said Livy Tjandrawati patting the surface of the mattress beside her with her fingers tapering.
Livy Tjandrawati tucked her long strands of super straight black hair behind her ears, looking up at the AC in the dimness of the room. Suddenly the air was so cold, it swept away every inch of skin without its clothes stored behind a thick blanket.
He looked back at the figure of Anggalarang.
"Come, come here, Anggalarang. It was still early morning blind. I'm still sleepy and cold" said Livy Tjandrawati did not mean to be spoiled, because what he thinks now is the warmth of the bed tiger's hot body.
Maybe he did not ask Anggalarang to rub his body again early in the morning blind like this. However, the sudden cold that ambushed him made him willing to be treated however by Anggalarang as long as the warm feeling he could get back.
Livy Tjandrawati can't wait to see that cool guy just shut up. He felt that he had to get off the bed to pull the body back.
But he's really cold.
So, he grabbed his clothes as necessary which were scattered on the floor on the other side of the bed, just to cover up
body. His pair of chest shoots stood stiffened with smooth skin that bristled with the attacking cold.
He would pull the man back to his side - as well as take an AC remote to set the temperature so that the room was not like in a freezer.
A pair of conical-level legs down a straight unblemished Livy Tjandrawati came down from the bed, walking on tiptoes closer towards the figure of Anggalarang.
"Anggalarang, come on, let's get back to bed. I'm cold" repeated Livy Tjandrawati's request. His voice was nasal, small but tall and loud. Nothing beats the tone of his screams in lovemaking. Anggalarang honestly told Livy Tjandrawati that in terms of groans, the girl outperformed Jenni Tan.
Livy Tjandrawati smiled shyly at this compliment.
The well-groomed fingers with the white skin of the alabaster touched the muscular arms of the Anggalarang clay and tried to pull it.
The figure turned around.
Livy Tjandrawati. That means Anggalarang complied to go back to bed, hugging each other, he said, maybe there is no need to go back to struggling - because he was so sleepy and cold - the important thing is that they can touch each other and breathe the scent of each other's bodies again.
However, seeing Anggalarang, Livy Tjandrawati instead screamed stifled.
His grip on the arm of the figure of Anggalarang detached because he himself jerked back and fell sitting on the floor so that his naked butt round beautifully hit the floor cold frozen.
That person is not an Anggalarang!