The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Eighteenth Suluk Kusuma Dewi
In the past, Kusuma Dewi wore a T-shirt or other clothing that oversized to hide and cover the shape of his chest that fell dangling like a sombel wewe, or his butt that heads the sky against gravity. However, now he believes that his chest pair looks like a thick papaya full of intact, while his butt is two perfectly rounded beautiful chunks. Tops with wide cleavage or a soft cloth that marks the curves of the body are even a mainstay now.
He's not ashamed anymore. Instead he celebrated the dandyism of his body.
It had been more than a week that Kusuma Dewi stopped searching for the two dark entities in her body. He was sure that they had left, perhaps because they had eaten enough, had swallowed whole human souls, or whatever they did.
The focus now is on and for itself. For the rest of his life he never really noticed how beautiful, beautiful and charming he was. Not only that, his love is reciprocated with the abundant attention of Anggalarang without gaps.
"Do you mind if I take you out tonight?" asked Anggalarang who had been completely reluctant to go around wooing, combating and flirting. Maung the tiger is no longer the holder of power in his body. There is no charm that may not be influenced even caused by the presence of a tiger in his body, Anggalarang for once wanted to be himself.
Fortunately Kusuma Dewi did not feel there was anything lacking in the pujaan. Anggalarang in his eyes is still many times charming, choppy and paradise-scented.
"I even objected that Mas didn't take me away tonight. I will be alone in the room, not having a definite purpose," replied Kusuma Dewi straightforwardly. For a moment he was worried about the answer that directly without babibu was impressed banal and naughty. But the skin of Anggalarang's face attracted by her muscles formed a wide smile that hinted that her speech was nothing less.
"Goddess, from now on, can you call me with Akang or Kang only'?" said Anggalarang while looking into a pair of eyes Kusuma Dewi who glittered full of seductive charm.
"Ah, because Mas ... Uh, sorry, I'm the one … ?"
Anggalarang shook his head slowly and did not stop smiling widely. "That's not really the reason, Goddess." Anggalarang clumsy, worried not to say words that are too hick, tacky and village. "Actually I mean that Akang call is only you who use it to call me, not others."
Kusuma Dewi was bowed. There was a heat spreading on his face as well as a strange feeling surrounding his body like a merry person. Butterflies fly wildly in their stomachs, hitting the chest walls.
Anggalarang increasingly fascinated to see a fiery red hue covering a pale white face with black dots adorning the base of the nose and cheekbones of Kusuma Dewi. The honest words he said were well responded to by the interlocutor. Even he did not expect the response of the girl ayu semanis, making him unusually anxious.
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The two walked side by side on the sidewalk shaded by lush trees. Street lights shining a warm yellow dim through the leaves and branches peponan befall the figure of Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi. There is only one or two vehicles that pass through that road every once in a while in a lot of minutes.
Kusuma Dewi's long reddish hair was left untouched. The gentle night breeze blew away some of the hair, making him touch the skin of Anggalarang's hands that were not covered in the sleeves of his rolled shirt. Similarly, the gray hems of Kusuma Dewi dress that fell down following the shape of the girl's body, the girl, soft slapping Anggalarang body that almost always stick close.He was happy when sometimes Anggalarang called him by his full name, Kusuma Dewi.
"I'm happy, Kang," said Kusuma Dewi Short.
At that time it could be said to be the first date of a pair of humans of this type. That night they just went out to eat, hang out while drinking coffee and tea, chat talk about trivial things and***** a whimper that can not be said to count quality talks. However, the relationships and interactions they build have the best quality.
However, on the second, third and fourth dates, their relationship was escalating and getting more intense. Anggalarang had dared to pinch the cheek of Kusuma Dewi with anxiety. On the contrary, Kusuma Dewi repeatedly hit the slender but muscular shoulders of the Anggalarang clay with spoiled.
On both of their relationships that were inaugurated without a joint decree being spoken, Anggalarang decided ******** sensual lips and clutching the synthetic body of Kusuma Dewi approached, attached to his body. This incident happened on the same sidewalk where they walked every time they finished dating, just under an iron pole street light whose iron-clad light bulb glowed a warm yellow. The breeze no longer feels cool let alone cold, instead it is hot by the surge of love and romance.
Yes, Kusuma Dewi did not refuse that love that spread throughout his body, creating an ecstasy feeling of happiness that exploded from the recesses of his heart. The bubbling liquid was held up by Anggalarang completely, completely, completely.
Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi really fell in love. They are bound to the curse of immortality which, during the history of the world, has brought down many powerful men and killed great men.
Where may not be love if Anggalarang who usually only need two meetings to be able to bring any girl to bed, willing to linger enjoying chat, dating and romance with the couple.
Without the pair of lovebirds knowing, one mysterious figure gazed at this love scene in disgust a stone throw away from the shadow of the trees beside the sidewalk with the warm but not so bright yellow street lights.
"When are you going to fuck**** that?" he said slowly under his breath, as if speaking in his heart was not enough to make the world listen to him. "The devil's whore, the devil's mistress. Why didn't you suck this one out and you harvested his soul?" continued the mysterious figure talking to himself like a dialogue in a soap opera episode.
The figure who had a shadow imaged weak, fragile, vulnerable and full of burden was still very astonished. Why did it take a long time for Kusuma Dewi to lure the man? Wasn't it for him that every desire and lustful man was easily provoked with his extraordinary lure of submissive power? Why should he be shown this ridiculous show of love-saying romance? It was as if the two were really playing with each other.
Not yet, thought the mysterious man. This time he spoke in his heart.
Anggalarang and Kusuma Dewi are still paging each other until the figure is sick and nauseous so he decided to leave both.