THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER XXII

Clark was sitting on the balcony of room 302, his eyes looking straight at the blue sky

and the cloud that goes to the west. The red tinge in

the end of the sky slowly sank and was replaced with a dense blanket

horizon boundary. Shortly afterwards up there began to scatter heavenly bodies

as a night sign begins to come.

Picking up a cigarette on the side table, Clark began

ignite using an automatic lighters shaped like pens.

A second later he started humming his favorite song ‘yen ing bawang ono

latintang’.

His eloquent tone sounded as if he was not an Australian but

the indigenous people. David was sitting on the bed and

working on something in front of the laptop, stopping the activity. Glances to

the direction of his boss, squinting his forehead as he heard the tone of the song that felt unfamiliar

in ear.

Once the song is right on the sentence ‘akuu ngenteni concubineuu’, sky

it suddenly rumbled with the sound of lightning striking. The wind came too.

The curtains seemed to separate the distance between the balcony and the room began to argue with

a loud voice.

David did not move a little from where he sat. Despite the desire

his heart to invite the master in because of the unfriendly weather

out there.

Clark began to pick up his smirk. His eyes changed

increasingly violent. His mind and heart moved to a place full of

with the frenetic pleasures of the night world. He also smiled widely.

Night Club Hotel, Jakarta.

The thumping music from the box is played by a DJ on stage

echoing throughout the club. The song makes all the visitors

swayed. No exception with two bartenders behind the drink table.

They concocted his drink by shaking the body and a little slumber in the

chief.

Even in the corner of the counter drinks the other looks one of them

doing an attraction with the shaker. He's shaking the drink mixing place

it was with both hands while following the rhythm of the music.

The attractions it does become a spectacle for visitors sitting in

front counter table while waiting for their order ready. Not even infrequently

they encouraged the bartender with a shout, as he threw

shaker him up and recapture him without spilling the contents inside.

In the crowd was a thirty-five-year-old woman

walking towards the foreign man who was sitting alone at the corner table of the room.

Sipping the cigarette in hand and spitting the smoke into the air. Him

closing his eyes seemed to enjoy the solitude he created within

the excitement and crowds of the club.

The woman in the red dress was carrying a drink on her left hand. Hair

the length he flicked many times as if tempting the men in the room

that's. The part of the dress that almost reached the end of her thigh she moved increasingly to

before sitting in the front seat of the foreign man.

‘Self sir?’

Still closing your eyes, ‘heem’.

‘Can you speak Indonesia?’

Ignoringly.

‘Are you deaf?’, he asked again.

‘Hey, lady. Leave me alone, will you?’

‘Budget bule budeg. Songong’, umpat woman was about to leave him.

‘Ha...ha. Who did you say songong miss?’, she asked suddenly.

Embarrassed by this, he read his words.

‘Ma. Can you speak Indonesian?’

‘Of course. Even I can speak Javanese?’

‘Really!’

‘Em, of course. Try saying something in Javanese!’

‘Baiklah’. Thinking for a moment. ‘How about, your crew thinks I'm a bitch

iki?’

‘Wow, bravo sir very eloquently pronounce it’.

‘Matur nuwun’, while nodding politely.

‘Is the master alone?’

‘Yaah’.

She pulled her hair back and showed her neck

smooth white. Wet the lips with the tongue and fix the string of dresses on

his shoulders. Seductively.

‘How about we have a little fun sir?’, his tone with

little *******.

‘Heem, interesting. What's your rate?’, stare intensely.

‘Depending on the appearance of the master in bed’.

‘You mean?’

‘He. If the master's performance is outstanding, you don't have to pay me.

And if not, my rate last night was ten million sir?’

Judging by the reaction of the man he was talking to, the woman kept

a little bit of worry in his heart.

‘What if he doesn't agree? I must have lost the chance to

getting a caress from this foreign man. She is very attractive, I like it

with her’, her inner.

Without an exaggerated expression the man simply smiled and nodded.

The woman cheered in her heart. Before leaving the club, the man

the stranger offered him a drink on his desk.

‘Minum!’

‘What is this sir?’

‘That root beer coupled with stamina enhancer potion’, he said again.

Sipping with the tip of his tongue, he felt a bitter and sweet taste that was not

ordinary. Even the pungent smell of the drink felt strange. Nonetheless

because he did not want to disappoint the man he was looking for, he also spent

with one throat.

Shortly thereafter, the two men left the club

insert two pieces of dollar bills into the male waiter who wants to

clean their tables.

Walking a little staggering, the woman followed the stranger in front of her.

A slightly blurred look made him stumble several times by the surface

carpet that runs along the main door.

A few meters from the car, the stranger stopped his steps and

look back. His hands crossed and stared straight at the woman

whose path is stumbling.

‘Heemmsh’, the blowing is rough.

‘Hei women when can we have fun if your way is like

snails so?’, he continued again.

Rubbing the temples rough. Then rubbing his eyes, he answered,

‘ Sorry my master is a little dizzy’.

‘Should I carry you to the car?’

‘Ehmm, if not inconvenient you’, while unshackled.

‘Fine, wait for me there’.

It was as if without a burden the foreign man was carrying her. His body posture

the large height made it easy to carry a woman who looked small inside

his two firm hands. Open the front door with your left hand,

and put it on the seat and put the seat belt on.

Closing the door slowly, he stepped towards the steering wheel.

‘Breeemmmm’.

The car left the parking area.