The Pearl living drama
The same tattoo

Mutia said goodbye, the husband and wife could not stay overnight because tomorrow would work, Hendra asked her son and daughter-in-law to visit often. Maria and Devi also look friendly to Bimo, not to Mutia.

"Thank you, Mum. I'm so glad to see Papah."

Bimo turned his head for a while and smiled while driving his car. Seeing such a happy Mutia as if giving his wife the rest of the world, Mutia was truly beautiful, wanting Bimo to touch her reddish cheeks. Recalling a few months ago, Mutia's blushing face with a wistful gaze made her never able to sleep.

"Why, Mas? Are you not well why your ears are red." Mutia touched her husband's ear. Bimo quickly clasped Mutia's hand, embarrassed to think dirty.

Mutia held back her smile, a silent voice scared her, afraid that Bimo could hear the pounding of her heart, as their hands clutched what Bimo also felt what Mutia felt.

"Mutia?" Mutia turned her head as Bimo called out to her. "I'm sorry I didn't say that tomorrow I'm going back to Surabaya." Mutia bowed sadly, it was only a few days that her husband came home now he would leave again.

"How long?"

"This time is not long, at the earliest one Sunday."

"That's old, Mom." Mutia pouted.

"After our business is done, we'll go on a date, do you want to?"

Mutia's eyes glazed over, Mutia nodded happily, why not. Mutia sumringah heard it, this was an opportunity for them to get to know each other, meaning Bimo did not blame her for her lost friendship.

Bimo kissed the back of Mutia's hand, which he had been holding since. Mutia folded her lips, she was happy as if she felt loved, Mutia hoped that Bimo would actually accept her as a wife, if another man Mutia would definitely be treated badly even divorced.

Bimo still continues to hold Mutia's hand when he enters the house, he does not want to release Mutia because tomorrow he will leave his wife, Bimo deliver Mutia to his room, bimo really wants to sleep with his wife tonight. Bimo took a deep breath wanting to force his way in and hug his wife but was afraid that she was not ready to accept him.

"Good night, Mommy."

"Night."

Bimo left his wife and went into his room, Mutia who was in his room continued to smile until she rolled on the bed. When with Dirga, Mutia did not feel the feeling of love and love as great as this. Mutia tries to sleep because tomorrow she has to work and also has to prepare for Bimo's needs, because her husband leaves for the airport not too early so Mutia can help him prepare for Bimo's needs.

Five hours passed, Mutia's throat was dry, the clock showed three o'clock in the morning, Mutia went down to the kitchen to drink, she made warm chocolate milk. Mutia returned to the room with chocolate milk in her hand, silently pecking as she passed through Bimo's room, wanting it to feel like Mutia entered and slept in her husband's arms, she shook her head and walked back through Bimo's room, Mutia chose to stand on the balcony and take a sip of her warm milk.

"You, haven't slept?"

"Eh, am I so noisy that I wake you up, Mas?"

"Can't you?"

"I have trouble sleeping, what are you doing? Don't say no more stars in the sky."

Mutia chuckled, "I am indeed looking at the sky, Mas. Want some warm milk?" Mutia brandished her glass.

Bimo held the cup with both hands, feeling the warmth of Mutia's chocolate milk with Mutia's hand flanked by it. After her palms absorbed the heat she placed both her hands onto Mutia's cheeks, her warm feeling made Mutia close her eyes for a moment, when Mutia opened her eyes, Bimo's face was approaching with no distance, even Bimo's breath touched Mutia's face.

"Mas." Lirih Pearls.

Bimo could no longer hold back the turmoil in his heart, mutia's lips deep down. Mutia held tightly to the cup in her hand, the other hand clenched firmly. Bimo let go of his kiss looking at Mutia's tomato-like face, Bimo pulled the corner of his lips anxiously looking at his embarrassed wife.

"Sweet chocolate flavor," said Bimo.

Mutia folded her lips, threw her gaze towards the cup in her hand then took another sip of her warm milk, it seemed like Bimo was just carried away the atmosphere so according to Mutia, he twisted his body not to face Bimo, he was not, he was ashamed to be so embarrassed that his face was now like a boiled crab. "I'm going in first, Mom." Mutia turned around without waiting for a reply from Bimo. He immediately came in and closed the door.

But, the door was held back by Bimo's hand, they looked at each other speechless, without Bimo's cue to enter the room and closed the door by continuing to look at Mutia, without any warning, take the cup in Mutia's grasp and put it on the table by the door. Bimo approached and kissed Mutia's thick lips on the bottom was tempting, Mutia opened her eyes wide not to think Bimo would kiss her again, now even deeper. Bimo's hand was embracing Mutia's waist and his other hand was holding the back of Mutia's head.

Mutia's heart was beating so fast, was it time? Bimo releases his kisses letting Mutia breathe as much air as she can. Bimo tucked Mutia's hair behind her ear. Gently rubbed the pretty face of Mutia, and peeked at the cheeks that were once chubby. No rejection from Mutia made Bimo feel his wife had given the green light to continue even deeper, Bimo did not waste the opportunity to sip back his wife's lips. A kiss that kept coming down Mutia's neck until her wife looked down.

Bimo stepped forward to make Mutia pushed to retreat, by continuing to kiss Mutia's neck aggressively, his hands were already surfing into Mutia's satin shirt, Mutia clasping Bimo's shirt. Bimo stops his kiss when Mutia has already collided with the bed, Bimo takes off his shirt quickly, Mutia's eyes are wide open, there is a tattoo on Bimo's arm, a wing tattoo.

Mutia recalled the back of the night when the man with the wing tattoo, his eyes were squeaking the same wing tattoo, Mutia shook her head believing that the tattoo was not the same tattoo while holding Bimo's body.

"Wait for Me." Mutia once again confirmed the tattoo, even Mutia touched it considering its shape and she was sure it was the same tattoo, it was worth the kiss a little familiar, no stranger, because Mutia had never felt a kiss with any man other than the man who was fucking her that night and Bimo, even Dirga had never kissed her.

"Did you remember me?" Mutia furrowed her brows. "I'm the man that night you slept with."

Mutia's eyes widened. "No way." Mutia pushed Bimo's body.

"Sorry Mutia, I've been wanting to explain it for a long time, but I haven't had that courage."

Mutia closed her ears, she felt stupid. What Bimo doesn't know is how falling his pride is when he says he's no longer a girl.

"Mutia, please listen to me for a moment."