The Untold Story
The girl who is 'Naughty'
- B's PoV--
*2003: JW Marriott Hotel, Jakarta*
Once again I stood in front of a mirror. But this time I looked at myself in a different way, because this time I was myself. No mask, no forced smile. It's just me and the truth.
I had just finished my makeup, before putting a gold mask on my face, which was the same color as the clothes I was wearing. If you can be honest, actually there is a little feeling of futility, when applying this makeup, because later it will be covered also by the mask. However, for the sake of a totality in work, I must continue to do so.
And. about the clothes that are attached to my body right now..... Sh*t !!
Franda is crazy. How could she choose such tight and open clothes like this?
Don't ask how the model is! I really like half tel*nj*ng.
This shirt consists of two parts. The first part for my upper body and the second part for my lower body.
The first part completely covered my chest which was slightly above average in size. Yeah, just the chest. While pung
- B's PoV--
*2003: JW Marriott Hotel, Jakarta*
Once again I stood in front of a mirror. But this time I looked at myself in a different way, because this time I was myself. No mask, no forced smile. It's just me and the truth.
I had just finished my makeup, before putting a gold mask on my face, which was the same color as the clothes I was wearing. If you can be honest, actually there is a little feeling of futility, when applying this makeup, because later it will be covered also by the mask. However, for the sake of a totality in work, I must continue to do so.
And. about the clothes that are attached to my body right now..... Sh*t !!
Franda is crazy. How could she choose such tight and open clothes like this?
Don't ask how the model is! I really like half tel*nj*ng.
This shirt consists of two parts. The first part for my upper body and the second part for my lower body.
The first part completely covered my chest which was slightly above average in size. Yeah, just the chest. While my back was left open, because there was only a thin rope tied there. A rope I must make sure that it is firmly tied. Because if I don't, then there's nothing else I can use to hide my two precious assets.
The second part is very mini. Unfortunately again, because it is too mini, so when I hit my hip then the circle p*nt*tku bahn*l it will be a little exposed.
And therefore I have to use a special d*na d*lam. People call it G-Str*ng.
I was forced to wear it because it would look strange, when the bottom cloth was slightly lifted when I swayed. Although there were tassels that disguised it, still I could predict how my body would look later if I wore the usual d*na d*lam.
The only savior was that golden mask. I am grateful that Indra kept his promise. Somehow, it is clear that he can provide a mask to cover the face of Mr. Atmaja's beautiful daughter and who is holding back the shame of this open clothing.
Ah, mentioning the name of Mr. Atmaja, I immediately recalled the incident this morning. I can't believe that Mommy and Daddy turned out to match me with that 'obscene.
Worse yet, Mommy told Aunt Rita that last night I had agreed to their arranged marriage. Though, I only smiled back then and did not say 'yes' clearly. What shit!
My only hope is that the 'obscene' rejects it. I couldn't quite make out his gaze, as long as we were at the restaurant back then. But, I had a feeling, it seemed like he didn't like me. Oh, I hope, that's true!
"I just found out that Bellatrix Atmaja has a butterfly tattoo on her lower back near her hip?" I saw Indra already standing, leaning his arm against the frame of the door from the reflection of the mirror in front of me.
I didn't answer right away. I just gave you the best smile I had.
"Do you mind if your dance partner is tattooed?" I asked the man and he shook his head.
"This is all because Franda si*l*n chose this kind of dress," I added with annoyance.
"You're so pretty tonight, B! These clothes are perfect for you" he praised as he looked at my face through the reflection of a mirror.
The man approached me and hugged me from behind. I then put my hand on his.
"By saying that, it doesn't mean I'll change my decision to help you for free, Indra," I replied with a sly grin.
"I have no intention of reneging on my sweety promise" he replied.
For a while, Indra and I no longer spoke. He and I were staring at each other through the mirror. A meaningful gaze, which we offer to hint that we actually love each other, long for each other, but at the same time remind us that we cannot be together.
Our social status is different. And it was a bitter pill that we had to swallow together. That's why, there was never any recognition from his lips and my lips about the taste we had. Because if we force it, then all that remains is untreatable pain.
"You ready, baby?" He suddenly spoke again and cut off my daydream. Along with that, his embrace also unraveled.
"Do I have any other choice, Indra?" I rolled my eyeballs lazily and he laughed.
"Easy! Come on, let's get ready backstage. I'm not sure I can hold myself back any further, if it keeps you together here" he said, then linking my arms to his.
"Wait a minute, I have to make sure my heels are well bonded. And Ah.... The mask. I almost forgot about it" I said, looking at my heels. After that, I took the mask on the dresser and pinned it to cover my face. After everything was ready I re-attached our arms.
"I'm ready!" A smile came back for him.
"You know B? Actually you just need to hold me tight. I won't let you fall whatever the conditions are" he continued, smiling.
Our conversation is over. With determination and certainty, we stepped together to offer the best.
I will make sure that our dance will be able to be felt by all the spectators present. None of them would turn their gazes away, as the music began to play until it was over.
And..... The time has come... It's time for the show, baby!
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🎵🎶🎵🎶
When marimba rhythm start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Music has been played. I walked towards the center of the stage with the man I loved. A big smile broke from my lips, for I felt that there was nothing happier than these events.
🎵🎶🎵🎶
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Several times, I said something in my heart as I started moving my body. This is the real Bellatrix. A passionate woman in her life. A free woman, who should only do what she likes and live with all the love in her heart.
On this stage and with him. Holding each other, hugging each other without hesitation. Forget for a moment that the world is not really on our side, but music and dance make another path for us to unite.
🎵🎶🎵🎶
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we go, I go week
During that dance, I just set my eyes on her. The bright brown eyes I like. I almost forgot that there were other people around us who were watching this dance.
When I was distracted, he occasionally put his palm to the back of my head as we did a spinning motion. It was as if he wanted to make sure that there was no other man besides him.
Really, I even look like a woman who's longing for her current partner. Every movement, every touch, which is actually part of a mature and planned choreography, can give my body a different language.
Everything feels natural. Everything feels sincere.
🎵🎶🎵🎶
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
I still stomped my feet and swung it unhesitatingly on the stage while holding his hand. Every now and then I clutched his sturdy arm, touched his warm shoulder and hugged my lover's waist.
Yes, lover. Can I just call her my lover once?
As the verse by verse in the song continued to chant, I could feel how one of his hands was touching my hips gently but also firmly at the same time. Meanwhile, the other hand was still linked between my fingers. As if to say that we are not separate.
The music continued to play while we continued to dance. We move to the beat, with a sexy and seductive Tango style.
🎵🎶🎵🎶
When marimba rhythm start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
For a while, we enjoyed our movements clutching each other, groping each other, and even looking like a couple who were about to kiss. Once or twice, he even carried me. He attached his body tightly to my body and gave no distance, not even for a single inch.
I even felt that the man who was touching me at this moment, was actually making time to have me for himself. Sometimes it also seems to throw me into the air. He showed that he wanted to make room for us. However, when our relationship was really close to being released, his sturdy hands always managed to grab me back. And damn, all that attitude really made my soul even more crazy.
🎵🎶🎵🎶
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
This music and dance has finally reached its end. Just a few more moves and this dance will be over.
But before that, Indra and I moved in opposite directions to greet the audience. Give a long distance kiss to those who have given appreciation with a clap of hands and stand up for us.
I stared one by one at the faces of those on the audience bench. Until, without me knowing a figure bothers me. One who sits on the front bench, who does not give appreciation like the others.
Degs...
"No way" I said in my heart.
That pervert demon is in this place. He was even looking at me intently while frowning. Does he recognize me?
I was nervous at once. Cold sweat has even crept out of the pores all over the body.
I've never really been this scared in my entire life. His cold gaze seemed to return to my words.
I even lost my concentration until Indra had to improvise, when I realized that something was wrong with me. I finally regained my consciousness.
I implanted in my heart that everything would be fine. Just a few more moves left and I can get out of this place as soon as possible.
I started to stomp my feet to finish the last part. However, once again, I made a mistake for not perfecting my focus. The mistake was actually quite fatal because it instantly made me lose my balance and almost stagger.
Lucky Indra with his professionalism immediately caught me very subtly, so that no one realized that it was a mistake. But for a few seconds, my mask slipped as the look in my eyes rubbed with those demonic eyes. I quickly put the mask back on.
Not long after that, the last move was completed. Indra and I finally bowed our bodies, smiling broadly at the audience to pay our last respects, before we actually left the stage.
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Geck.. Geck.. Geck...
"Are you okay, B?" At this time Indra was standing behind the door of the dressing room provided for me.
Chequek...
I opened the door for him. The man who came with a face
the panic immediately barged in and prepared to bombard me with many questions.
"What the h*ll was going on, B?" He asked quite annoyedly. I can understand that. I almost embarrassed him.
"Sorry Indra, I almost messed up everything. I'm actually a little bit tired" I replied lying. I've even put on the most awful face right now so he can forgive me.
Indra almost opened her mouth again. However, he suddenly pulled it off.
It seemed that he was holding back from directly answering. I don't know what was on his mind at the time. The man still chose silence while continuing to stare at my face intensely. While I feel guilty just bow my head.
A few seconds passed until I heard his voice again.
"Well....." The man exhaled his breath violently. He touched my chin and directed it so that our gazes would meet again.
"You sick?" He asked again. This time, he asked gently.
"A little less well to be precise," I replied trying to cover up the real reason.
"Sorry, I was really freaking out when I saw your body stagger. I couldn't control my words just now. I should be the one apologizing to you. I made you force yourself to keep dancing in a condition not prime like this," he said again full of regret.
"No Indra. I should be the one apologizing," I replied softly.
"Easy! Forget that! By the way, it's actually just the two of us who know the mistake. I asked some people and they didn't realize it." The man spoke while smiling in astonishment.
"Thank God!" I feel a little relieved now.
"So.... What about our dinner? Do you want to postpone it or continue?" He asked to re-assure our plan.
Just as I was about to open my mouth to reply, I suddenly heard a familiar voice interrupting our conversation. The real voice I don't want to hear right now.
"Atmaja Bellatrix? My 'rogue' girl'. What a pleasant surprise." I saw the lewd demon standing behind Indra and walking closer and closer towards me.
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