The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Seventeenth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
Livy Tjandrawati's slender body steps back into her room. He threw himself on the bed, not bothering to open office clothes that wrapped his body tight. There was a tear that was about to spill from one of his eyes.
The incredible sight loomed in his eyes. Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi talked to each other in his office cafeteria.
What kind of feeling is this?
He knew Anggalarang was having sex with a new supervisor in their office, Jenar Keswari. He even competed with Jenni Tan to get the most time to have sex with Anggalarang. Livy Tjandrawati knew Dhenok who had a super big chest was bedded Anggalarang just a few hours after the man had made love to her. Others, whether women anywhere, either fellow employees in this office or elsewhere. It doesn't matter, he's not jealous. He understood how Anggalarang had the charm that the women fought over, including himself.
However, Kusuma the Goddess?
The girl who used to feel like she had no spark of privilege was undetectable on the attention radar. But suddenly he showed up just a few weeks ago and made a splash throughout the office. He seemed to be a performer who opened a curtain and dazzled the judges. The makeup of the body, the face of the ayu and the body language of beauty hypnotize all eyes that look on. Including Anggalarang.
Livy Tjandrawati did not blame Anggalarang at all for his interest in Kusuma Dewi, just like Anggalarang's interest in him.
The only difference is that there is a different light from the two pairs of male female eyes when they speak.
Asmara ray.
Do Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi fall in love with each other?
As a woman, Livy Tjandrawati's instinctive sensibility can see the rays of romance and love between those who exceed the strength of lust, orgasm and lust.
During this time, neither she nor Jenni Tan were in close competition and healthy, or other women, not once had she seen such an intense eye to a woman. Anggalarang is really good at playing love in bed. Not only that, he treated the woman and her body so well. Anggalarang adores and praises every inch of her skin.
After making love, Anggalarang gave full attention to him. The man did not mind having to hear his speech if he was in a mood that is not so good because of the burden of work or family problems. Anggalarang also did not awkward stroking his hair until he fell asleep. Anggalarang almost never fall asleep after intercourse. He still mingles and plays with the rest of the spirit. Livy Tjandrawati was convinced, Anggalarang did it with all the women he slept with. The proof, Jenni Tan, who was armed with a pair of chests that were the tip of a nail larger than her, or buttocks that were the end of hair more rounded than her, all-out trying to wrestle a love schedule from her. The past few weeks even, Jenni Tan had actually managed to surpass her.
Livy Tjandrawati is not jealous, maybe a little upset about being defeated.
There was a speck of hope in there that of all the women who slept with Anggalarang, he was the favorite of the man. Livy Tjandrawati was delighted with the way Anggalarang observed her body. His words are simple but meaningful like, “I like your white skin,” or “Do not smile too often, long-time I fall in love, I love,” makes Livy Tjandrawati really want to make the man fall in love with her.
However, this time he was envious, he was spiteful.
Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi looked at each other in the corner of the canteen. A romantic scene that is immediately prying and taken from a romance film. He can't stand that.
Livy Tjandrawati woke up at three in the morning. His office clothes were still on his body.
His stomach was rumbling, sounding like a percussion hammer. He remembered that since returning home from the office he had not eaten and changed clothes, let alone bathed and cleaned himself. Apparently unconsciously, just now while holding back feelings for the thing he saw today in the office cafeteria, he fell asleep.
Livy Tjandrawati has a special type of diet that she does in a disciplined manner. No wonder his body shape is so preserved, not only beautiful and beautiful, but also prime and healthy. And right now, today, he is destroying his diet. He was too late to eat and felt he was not strong to ignore the hunger that was screaming in protest.
What can I do. After all, his soul and mind were being destroyed at this moment. A little breaking the rules of the diet is okay for today only.
At three o'clock in the morning he wants to eat.
There's not much in the fridge. But all need the cooking process, while now at three in the morning.
He decided to go out, going to the nearest twenty-four-hour supermarket to find what to eat. It's a big city, there are no inappropriate hours for anyone to find food in a supermarket.
He walks down the hall. Room by room he went to the elevator.
Slender.
Sure was!
It's three o'clock in the morning.
The sound of his flip-flops slapping the floor could be heard echoing loudly in his ears. Livy Tjandrawati laughed amusedly at the sound of her footsteps. His repeated echo made the impression as if he was not walking alone.
Until he stopped in front of the elevator, and the sound of footsteps with those distinctive flip flops was still heard.
Livy Tjandrawati bristles. Both of his ears caught the voice clearly.
He turned quickly to look back.
There was no one he could see in the long hallway.
He pushed the elevator button quickly. Horrified but also ridiculous. Shouldn't he just run back to his apartment room instead of getting into the elevator and getting off? Does he intend to keep foraging to the nearest supermarket down there? So ridiculous, right? How will he go back to his room? Or, what if something, or something - or something terrible - emerges from the elevator?
The sound of footsteps with flip-flops had disappeared since the moment Livy Tjandrawati looked back. Instead he was surprised to hear the 'ding' sound of the elevator opening.
There's no one or anything in it.
Livy Tjandrawati hesitated for a moment to get into the elevator and get off, although she later decided to just go back to her apartment room and forget her hunger. Suddenly the soft mattress feels perfect in these circumstances.
Before the elevator door closed again he was about to return to his room when the figure stood in the middle of the empty hallway.
Light beam of apartment building
show that figure too clearly.
Kusuma Dewi stood in the middle of the hallway.
Her body is not dressed. His pale white skin contrasted with the color of his hair and red breast buds splashing his blood.
His pair of legs are clamped.
Is the sound of flip-flops slapping the floor other than hers was the property of Kusuma Dewi?
With a stiff body but shaking violently, the tongue and feathers bristled violently, whether the impulse of what ordered Livy Tjandrawati to look down.
It was he who was barefoot.
The sound of steps with flip-flops slapping the floor was heard approaching quickly towards Livy Tjandrawati.