Before we split up
Chapter - 17th
It was raining outside the window. The cold air flows through the night of Yogyakarta, really looks in contrast to the sunlight of Jakarta that Ayunda just left that morning.
As she tightened the thick sweater to her body, Ayunda turned away from the window and returned to the sofa, then flopped onto the cushioned cushion as Nindyra's cry rang out from afar.
“You've never made a decision this bad before, Ayunda. What's on your mind?”
What indeed. But then Ayunda realized that for the first time in five minutes, Nindyra had stopped talking and was expecting her answer right now.
There's only one thing Ayunda can say.
“I want it. I know it sounds crazy, but I honestly can't help myself. I don't even want to hold back.” Ayunda slipped her legs under her body, curled back in the corner of the sofa and sighed. “It feels like there is something unfinished between me and Samudra”
“And now everything is done? Now the wise woman I knew and loved like my own sister has returned, driving out the mad swindler*** who fucked her yesterday. Is that true?”
“Not really.” Ayunda could still hear the sound of the Ocean, sigh*h above her body. “Not enough.” The raucous confession that had made her excited again and, even this time, made her hot and would only be able to be satisfied until they met again.
“What exactly do you mean by not too?” Nindyra demanded an explanation, making Ayunda want to laugh at this impatient pretentious drama.
Usually what happens to them is just the opposite. Nindyra was a careless person that Ayunda always looked after. It's always been that way since he met Nindyra three years ago outside the gallery. Lost and abandoned by his girlfriend who has promised him the contents of the world and brought him to Jogja, but then instead left Nindyra with less than a hundred thousand rupiahs when her lover found another woman who ri considered more attractive than Nindyra. Ayunda accepts Nindyra. Give him a job and send him to school. And Nindyra has given everything she has in return. They are more like a sibling to weigh friends or bosses and employees. And Ayunda always played the role of a sister. But today, that role has turned around.
Part of Ayunda wonders if the change has anything to do with Raden, the man who was with Nindyra yesterday, whom Nindyra now refuses to discuss on the grounds, “We are not talking about myself.”
Ayunda did not know how to explain the attraction he felt to the Ocean. "The samudra is different, and the way we ended this marriage is different, there is still a lot left unresolved between us.”
The ocean used to be everything to Ayunda. Sunrise, laughter in the day sun, and love along the night star's sprinkles. But after Galen left... Ayunda could not be with the Ocean, could not speak to the man, his heart had completely been broken, his body and mind had been closed to everything but sorrow and hatred for the Ocean.
The sadness and anger had eaten him alive so all he could do was shut himself up to everyone and everything. All he could do was leave.
“So what problem are you solving with him?” ask Nindyra.
Maybe Ayunda was just covering the wound with a goodbye.
Nindyra was upset by Ayunda's silence. “Ayunda, call your lawyer and have him finish all this because what you did is wrong.”
“How can you say that? You've never even met the Ocean, let alone seen our togetherness. We do this consciously. Trust me.”
“I don't need to meet Samudra just to find out what she looks like. I know you very well, Ayunda. I see the way you live your life and I see your face every time you see the face of Ocean with her date plastered on some tabloid covers.”
Ayunda was furious, he stood up from the sofa. “You don't know what you're talking about. Yes, I care about the Ocean, and will still care until the end of my life. But that doesn't mean I fantasize or dream about being with her again. Yesterday's incident was just to end it.”
“You will only see him go while your heart breaks again because of him?”
“No. We both went.”
“And your heart?” Nindyra's heavy breathing filled the sentence. “Ayunda, how do you feel sure you can spend time with your loved ones to marry him, and not fall again?”
“Because I know better!” snapped Ayunda again, he could not hear questions, objections, or other accusations. Unwilling to admit it because, however reasonable everything Nindyra says, she will not stop. He can't!
Ayunda left Nindyra, headed for her room.
They spent an incredible night together. Progress on asset counting is minimal, just tidying up the files strewn all over the floor of the room before the burning first kiss.
But none of them were worried, they would calculate the balance sheet better the next time, after they had slightly burned the initial tension on the sheets.
One more journey to Jakarta, but this time Ayunda is alone.
Ayunda's schedule is very busy, in a moment he will hold an exhibition. But when he realized that he had to immediately complete the asset business with Samudra, so inevitably Ayunda made a little change in schedule. And Samudra is doing the same thing, taking time, from Sunday to Tuesday to see what progress can be made.
Ayunda expected, if they would focus on the division of assets throughout the day and leave the night to.
Distance and time have helped Ayunda regain her point of view, establishing the boundaries of what they will do together. He thought of the ocean, of course. Maybe more than he should have thought, but it's impossible not to. The return of Ayunda's passion seems to make up for lost time, running at full speed all the time awake and asleep. So, yes, the Ocean has filled his mind physically, not emotionally.
Ayunda will not forget that what he did with the Ocean, does not involve feelings at all. None of them will involve feelings. That's one thing that was underlined after they separated Samudra will not pick him up at the airport, because he is no longer the responsibility of the Ocean.
His car drove towards the exit and Ayunda's pulse skipped a beat. He glanced at the empty seats around him, only to realize that he had not even taken his laptop out of his bag. Even his phone was still tucked in the pocket of a small bag, and he spent the last twenty-five minutes thinking only of the Ocean, like a high school boy who was infatuated with the person he was expecting.
Not that Ayunda could not bear to meet the Ocean immediately, but it was about the intimate relationship he had with the Ocean since three years they did not. So of course Ayunda was restless, guessing what it would be like after yesterday a few days parting with him. All he knew was that the unbearable chemistry of the craze the last time they were together would have been different.
An electronic gate opened in front of him and the car came in. The ocean stood to the left of the garage, legs spread wide, his body clad in black pants, a shirt that opened at the neck and part of his arms rolled up to half an arm, and hands clenched at the hips. The dark eyes look sexy as if locking Ayunda through a car window.
The chemistry that sucks oxygen out of the air and loads the molecules in it until it finally begins to burn.
Ayunda draped her small bag over her shoulder and grabbed her laptop bag, she paused for a moment to calm the nerves that had suddenly become chaotic.
But then, the car door opened and the Ocean bent in front of him, pressing him against the seat cushion while smelling his lips greedily.
Ayunda's eyes were closed in the face of the Ocean's passion, he wanted to forget everything other than the Ocean and its strong aroma. The warmth of Ocean's hand cupped his neck, and Ocean's tongue rubbed his tongue.
The sensual and slow tongue movement made Ayunda curl her body until it stuck to the chest of the Ocean, welcoming her warmer and rubbing her fingers into the short and soft hair of the Ocean. Her breast* felt tight behind the b*a, and Ayunda pressed her against the breast of the Ocean, trying to find a pleasure that only intimacy could offer. The moans of the Ocean trembled on Ayunda's tongue, filling his mouth with the passion he wanted.
The ocean took off their kiss, gently distancing her lips despite Ayunda's attempts to pull her back.
Smile on the lips of the Ocean and his head drooped forward while shaking weakly. “That's why I didn't pick you up at the airport.”
Ayunda blinked, he felt confused, then quickly felt surprised, he just realized their current condition.
Within seconds, they were half lying in the back seat of the car with Ayunda's skirt exposed too high and her heels raised locking the back of the Ocean's calf. Meanwhile, the driver in front of them shuffled awkwardly in his chair, trying to take his eyes off, but judging from the hue of his face, he definitely knew what was going on behind.
The ocean cleared its throat slowly, the Ocean was supposed to get away from Ayunda, get out of the car, and drive her into the house. But the Ocean did not even move from the thighs of Ayunda.
Ayunda glanced furiously around them, looked at her handbag, then reached out to grab it. While holding her bag between the tight distances of their bodies, Ayunda raised her eyebrows. Ocean twisting eyeballs while muttering, “Jesus.” Then tidying up something behind Ayunda, satisfaction was seen from his appearance. Samudra grabbed Ayunda's laptop bag, then grabbed it and got out of the car, at the same time as Ayunda drooped backwards laughing heartily.
But then the warm palm stroked Ayunda's thigh, tidying up her skirt, before grabbing her hand to help her stand up. “Let's get out of the car now, we'll continue inside!"
Ayunda let herself be pulled out of the car and headed straight into the Samudra residence. His heart soared along with all the worries of the chemistry waning by their kisses, Ayunda climbed the stairs, she took off her clothes on the third rung, and her skirt on the seventh rung. Seconds later, they're already in room “You want to play in bed, honey?" ask Samudra's.
