THE LAST
44. Still Upset
"Are you still angry?", asked Arga with a sad face, his hand still holding Hania's hand.
"Udah said I have no right to be angry with Mas" said Hania.
"Continue?", Arga felt that Hania was still angry with him even though his attitude had begun to soften.
"Keep what?", asked Hania pushyly.
"Why is that still cynical?", Arga still seduced the rabbit-eyed woman.
"Masa' anyway? The feeling of Mas aja kali", said original Hania.
Hania put on a sullen face, which even made Arga anxious. Hania was indeed not angry at the man who had made her comfortable. He just still feels upset. Upset because he thinks Arga is using him.
"Mas, why did you call me dear?", finally the question came out of Hania's mouth.
Hearing Hania's question, the handsome man was speechless. So Arga just kept quiet. He thought of the exact answer that Hania was roughly able to accept. Can't she confess her feelings now? The beautiful rabbit-eyed woman could have stayed away. Arga let out his breath.
Hania looked at Arga. The handsome man was thinking. But Arga did not answer his question.
"Shut up why so long?", said Hania.
"Or Mas does not have an answer that justifies Mas's attitude?", Hania misunderstood again, her voice changed sharply again.
"Han? What are you talking about?", Arga was confused by the direction of the beautiful woman's conversation.
Hania still regulated her emotions. His heart would beat when he was angry. The beautiful woman changed her sitting position which was originally facing Arga, to be sideways facing the pool.
"The gas just want the manas-manasin sexy girl earlier, right?", accused Hania, the tone of his speech remained taut.
"The mass is just my benefit, right? By calling me dear?", continued Hania.
It is undeniable that Hania's heart feels pain to imagine Arga using her existence to get rid of the woman earlier.
Arga was surprised, it turned out that Hania was thinking a no-no and accused him of using it. Arga looked at Hania's face from the side. He knew the woman did not like being taken advantage of. Obviously, who likes to be used. Want to explain what now? Her beautiful woman is upset.
"Han? Please don't be like this. Don't think like that. I didn't use you at all, even thinking about it" Arga tried to calm the woman down.
An annoyed Hania only glanced at the man. Actually he likes the way the charismatic guy compensates for his frustration. The man did not follow emotions. He will talk softly to her.
"Keep why call dear if not for that purpose?", Hania continued to pry Arga's reason.
Arga was still silent with a sad look. Inwardly curses Lala, the woman who is considered a fucking okeh Arga. The woman ruined her plan. And now Hania is angry.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Mas, sepurane nggih, aunty is late. There was no one who could ride an angkot, so long on the road", the arrival of a middle-aged woman distracts the two people who are straightening misunderstandings.
"Gga papa bi, besides there is no important work. I was going to tell this lady", Arga used the presence of aunt art to tempt Hania to make the woman glance at Arga.
"Beautiful, the candidate is Mas?", Arga only chuckles at the aunt's guess, while Hania smiles awkwardly at Arga's future wife.
Arga did not want to answer aunt's question. He just agreed in his heart. Is not good speech a prayer? He was hoping to meet the rabbit-eyed lady. Hania did not answer. He was confused as to what he would answer. Currently, she lives in Arga's apartment. What would your aunt say if she knew they didn't have that special relationship. Arga must also have had a reason not to answer aunt's questions. Probably the same reason as him. So thought Hania.
"Han, this is bi Mar, this aunt is the one who took care of this apartment", Arga introduced his art.
Hania smiled greeting the middle-aged woman. He is not a typical person who can immediately get along with new people. But if you already know, familiar is like an old friend.
"Bi, this is Hania. Consider her a mistress here. Treat her like my aunt treated me" Arga said, introducing Hania.
Aunt left the pool area. Not wanting to disturb his employer. He was quite surprised earlier when he found the man with the beautiful woman who looked friendly. The woman who indirectly asserted Arga as his candidate.
Since working for Arga, bi Mar only knew the status of her employer was a childless widower because her employer's son was dead. At his age, his handsome employer was never close to any woman despite the many beautiful, sexy, rich women who tried to tease him. But the man remained cold, not poking at him. Coming to Surabaya is also just for work, nothing else.
Just this time, Arga invited a woman who despite her appearance is not as glamorous and sexy as women who approach Arga but whose charm radiates dazzling eyes and hearts. Bi Mar felt his mistress candidate was different. Seeing it makes the heart feel good. Maybe that's how her boss feels.
"Ma!", the shrill voice of the little boy disperse the reveriere of bi Mar.
"Cah ayu, nggeleki sopo nduk?", bi Mar's question only makes Tiara gawk, she does not know what the aunt in front of her is talking about. (Beautiful boy, who's daughter?).
"Who's beautiful daughter?", the suble and familiar bi Mar with anyone repeated his question in the national language as soon as he realized the little girl did not understand his words.
"Honey, it's over?", Hania's soft voice distracts Tiara.
"Udah dong", said Tiara as he approached his mother.
The aunt standing in front of Tiara and Hania was still trying to digest. He looked at the little girl then turned to Hania. They're very similar. Are they mother and son?
"Bi, this is my daughter, Tiara. Honey, this aunt's name is Bi Mar", Hania whose thighs with bi Mar's eyes introduced Bi Mar to her daughter.
"Hello cah ayu, I am bi Mar, if you need anything to say, do not worry", say bi Mar, Tiara smiled shyly while embracing Hania's waist.
Bi Mar went straight to the kitchen, starting the lunch menu for his employer. Yesterday Reza told him, Arga would come and ask him to fill the fridge with food ingredients. Sometimes his employer suddenly likes home cooking and asked him to cook.
"Ma, Tiara laper", complained the little girl.
Uh. Hania had forgotten since this morning that they, herself, Arga, and Tiara had not eaten. And by now, lunch time was almost gone. He circulated a sweeping look at every corner of the room, looking for Arga. Where's that handsome guy? Didn't you want to have lunch together?
"A little while, baby. You wait there first huh", Hania asked Tiara to wait in the living room.
"Can you watch tivi?", asked Tiara.
"May, but no soap operas", Hania only allowed her daughter to see children's shows.
Hania left Tiara in the room alone. He walked while looking right and left, still looking for Arga. Until when he was about to turn into the kitchen area, his body hit the athletic man's strapping body.
"Astaghfirullah!", exclaimed Hania, her surprised self suddenly crashing.
"The Han's true way", reproves Arga who still holds Hania's waist.
Hania almost slammed. How not? her slender body crashed into Arga's sturdy body and was slightly muscular, besides, she was not focused on walking. Fortunately Arga quickly pulled Hania's waist. But because of the pull, their position becomes very intimate.
His body was attached to Arga's body. Hania can again feel the look of the muscles of the sexy man's body behind his shirt. So strong felt. His cheeks until stuck on Arga's cheeks, so he can feel the roar of Arga's breath at the top of his ears. And when the man spoke, his heavy voice and the breath so close in his ears made him crumble. Suddenly his heart beat and his blood rippled. He feels lunglai. His feet were like jelly, feeling weak when on foot. He enjoys the sensation of Arga's touch.
Aunty who was in the kitchen heard Hania's voice approaching immediately afraid of anything happening. But his eyes immediately rounded as soon as he saw his handsome master was hugging and... Kissing Hania? From his standing position, that was what appeared in the eyes of bi Mar. He became ashamed of himself and soon passed from the place before his master realized his presence.
"Arek enom nek again kasmaran ancen ga ndelok sikon mbek grill. As for the direct opportunity of gaskin", bi Mar who had misunderstood shook his head, then chuckled. (Young people, if the kasmaran is not see the icon and place. There is a direct opportunity for gas).
Hania tried to release her body from Arga's grip that felt increasingly tightened. The small movements in his arms made him loosen his grip but not take it off. The man still wanted to feel the warmth of the beautiful woman's body.
Arga can feel the soft touch that sticks to his chest, smell the smell of that slender body, feel the smoothness of that body, and feel his passion again. Uh. If he could, Arga wanted to feel the woman's body. Heh. Arga suddenly dizzy and frustrated. Something down there started to squirm.
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