The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 1: Women's Deposits

Raindrops are still vying to come down to earth. His voice is loud like a natural symphony that is so shahdu sounding more and more pampering the sense of hearing. Although falling is sick, but they still drop themselves to provide coolness in the human earth. As if indiscriminate with what is the impression of the mouths of humans will be his presence. Who greeted him with gratitude or even greeted with a blasphemy. A presence that gives freshness on the earth that is increasingly felt increasingly arid. Gradually, the spatter melted to become a heavy rain that flushed the land of Java in the west.

The natural cold of the water of the sky that descends to the earth along with the artificial cold that comes out of an air conditioner, air conditioner, in fact, it does not affect any of the two human figures that are seen being in a luxury apartment room in this city.

Blankets, bed covers, dress made from chiffon with cherry blossom motifs, shirts, suits, and pants look scattered on the floor. The bed in one of the apartment rooms that previously looked so neat, is now starting to look so messy. As a sign that before this moment there has been a body struggle that is so exciting.

"Your body always makes me addicted, Seroja. Really, I always wanted to and wanted to enjoy it."

Leaning his back on the bed's back, a thirty-year-old man wrapped his arms around the slender waist of the beautiful woman by his side. Take him into the deck while rubbing his jet black hair. Sometimes the man is also seen showering the woman with soft kisses on the top of her head, as a sign that she appreciates the service of this woman.

"If you feel satisfied and addicted to my ministry, you know what you have to do, right?"

Playing her hands taut in the chest of the man's field, the woman named Seroja endlessly gives sensual touches that will certainly be the sparklers of desire that had previously been extinguished. For normal men, getting a touch like this will certainly return to awaken something new some time while asleep. And sure enough, the man seemed to close his eyes when strange waves seemed to begin to spread throughout his body.

"Aaaahhh... You've always been like this. Tested me with your rhetorical questions. Without you asking, I already understand what I should do, Seroja." The man dribbled both his eyes towards these two wacky objects of his woman and without further ado he began to squeeze them gently and passionately. "I'm going to give you a lot more service money than before. Or what do you want other than this apartment? I'll definitely grant it."

A sweet smile rose on the lips of the twenty-seven-year-old woman. Feelingly, he welcomes every touch given by the man who almost a year later indulged him materially. This man was so charming in Seroja's eyes. In addition to the man treating her so special, the man also always spoils her by giving her what she wants. Shoes, bags, branded clothes look so neatly decorate her glass closet.

It was from that man that he could feel a life far more worthy than before. He who previously worked in one of the glove factories in this city, who every day returned home late at night which only left a feeling of tiredness and fatigue that was so whacky, he said, slowly begins to change when he gets acquainted with one of the pimps who introduced him to this man.

Seroja who previously slammed the bones to make his legs as head and head into legs to just be able to survive, now the situation seems to turn a hundred and eighty degrees. Now it just remains to open wide his thighs and become one of the bud*ak na*fsu of striped men, then the rupiah coffers continue to flow into his personal account.

"Do you want it again Randy?"

Both windows of Seroja's heart were closed and he bit his lower lip firmly when the fingers of the man named Randy began to explore every point of his branch. His fingers*******-****** Randy's hair where the man grew wild in touching him with kisses from his lips.

Randy paused the lip play and also his tongue in the excitatory points of Seroja. He stared fixedly at the face of this woman with a full gaze of desire. "Should I answer again Seroja? Even you know very well that I'm completely addicted to your body. Let's repeat it again!"

A sweet smile rose again on the woman's thin lips. He nods his head as a signal that he will obey what is his desire. Both breaths returned to hunt. The bodies of both are racing to feel what is the heaven of the world they will get from the union of bodies.

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"I'm going home first. I will be back here one week. It seems like from today I will visit you once a week and I decided not to stay."

Rubbing his head with a navy towel, Randy tries to dry his wet-looking hair. He threw the towel on the bed and started taking deodorant and masculine-scented perfume and then applied it to his athletic body. And there was a white t-shirt he was wearing to wrap his upper body.

"Aren't you usually not staying at weekends like this? You usually go home tomorrow, right? And what did you just say? You'll only visit me once a week? That means you're torturing me!"

Putting up a facial expression filled with big question marks, Seroja tries to question what looks unusual. Usually every weekend Randy always overnight in this apartment, but why today he looks so rushed? And his decision to visit him from three times a week to one he pruned to once a week really made him ask, what exactly has happened?

Waving in front of the mirror while combing his black hair, Randy stared fixedly at Seroja's face through the reflection in the mirror. "Right now I have to be careful because it looks like my wife has started sniffing at my movements. I don't want our relationship to be known to him."

True if Randy always indulges him materially, but for time, he has no right to ask for more than what has been his portion.

"Does that mean you'll never spend the night here again?"

Carefully, Seroja tried to reaffirm what this man meant. She really does not want to be considered a woman who is too demanding, but her feelings must get clarity from what the man says.

Randy gave a little smile. A smile that looks so stunning to anyone who looks at it. The curvature of the lips that make up the crescent moon is immediately accompanied by the formation of two dimples that increasingly make the face of the man more charming and certainly will make the hearts of the women hypnotized by the good looks of men that's. This has been proven that Seroja is so fond of this married man.

"You don't have to worry, Seroja. If things are back safely under control, I will take time to spend the night here. You're patient."

Speak words full of tenderness that came out of Randy's lips like a spell that managed to make Seroja no longer ask questions. Although slow, but the woman's head nodded as well, as a sign that she would submit and obey what was Randy's decision.

Randy smiled faintly at Seroja's face that was already filled with a sad look. He swung his footsteps to climb the bed and re-hugged the body of Seroja who was still wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Why does your face look so sad? Even though I don't spend the night here and once a week I visit you, but can't we spend all day together? So you don't have to be sad."

"I'm just afraid of getting bored. I can't seem to make it every day alone in an apartment like this."

Seroja's hand arms back in a spoiled position in Randy's body like a leaf that does not want to be separated from the branch. He puts his head in the recess of Randy's neck and returns to being spoiled like a little boy who doesn't want to be abandoned by his father.

"You don't have to be bored, Seroja. You can walk around the mall while buying all the things you want. That way you can definitely kill all your boredom!"

"But Mas, I...."

"Sstttt already, I need to get home soon. Otherwise, my wife would have been even more suspicious!"

Trimming off his female speech, Randy started to get out of bed. At first glance, he kissed Seroja's forehead and then stepped his feet to rush out of this apartment. While the woman can only stare at the departure of the lover with a blank look and look. He felt happy that his life was always filled with such luxury. But in the deepest corner of his heart he felt a void and emptiness that he did not know what it was.

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