MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 5 SECOND KISS

The next night, Mas Arka asked me to walk again. I told you before I left, don't want to go to that cafe again. The one we came to last week night.

"No. Yesterday it was because of your boss. No one wants to go on a date" he replied with a laugh.

That's how Arka. The guy is always cheerful. That it ends with laughter. That's why I always take it seriously.

I consider him just a friend. Although honestly, I like it. But his seemingly mischievous attitude, made me doubt.

It makes me afraid to fall in love with him. Even though we meet almost every day. Lunch together. Always ask the news via chat.

I'm afraid he just thinks I'm a chatter buddy, a joke buddy, a street buddy. Maybe he is still single. Is it not wrong to be friends with the opposite sex?

"Where are you going?" I asked when we were in the car.

"As for Arka. Just don't go to the cafe again" I replied reminding again.

"When we go to the beach, how?" ask Arka again.

I was listening to his answer. These nights are a walk to the beach? I know people go to the beach during the day, not at night.

"You haven't been to the beach all night?" tanya mas Arka, see me bengong aja. I nodded my head.

"OKAY. Then we'll go there now. Let you know, if to the beach it does not have to be during the day. Even the night is more fun. Not hot" take Arka. Then drive the car to the beach.

True too, until there, the area around the beach is quite rame. Although not as crowded during the day. But it's delicious. Not juicy. Not overheated.

Hhhh, I'm the one lacking a picnic. From the school era, the idea is just the same classroom library.

So it's weird that people go to the beach at night. Even more shahdu. The wind is blowing hard. Seeing the waves chasing and breaking on the beach. It sounds more exotic at night.

After parking the car, Mas Arka took me to the beach. I caught a glimpse of Arka's hand. Signs that I can walk alone.

"If not in the gang, ntar you cross in the kidnap people" said mas Arka, laughing.

"Mode" I said briefly. He laughed again.

Before arriving at the beach, we stopped by for a while at a small shop. Mas Arka bought some snacks and canned drinks.

"Why not buy popcorn all of you, so you feel like you want to watch a movie in the cinema" I said. Surprised to see the lively Arka mas buying food and drinks.

"Because of the beach breeze, ntar flew all his popcorn" replied the Arka mas. It makes sense, too, my mind.

We walked back to the beach. The right hand of the Ark is still faithfully holding me. While his left hand was carrying the groceries.

Arriving at the beach, we look for a small saung that is still empty. Lots of saung-saung on the beach. So if you want to play water, can put the luggage in the saung.

We got the last saung. Somewhat horrified too, because next to the swamps.

The sound of waves being very loud was heard. Because we are so close to the beach. Seems like the sea is rising.

The strong wind made me feel cold. Mas Arka looked at me who was folding my hand on the chest.

"Cold huh?" ask me Arka. I'm nodding.

Because we didn't plan to go to the beach, so we didn't prepare jackets.

Mas Arka shifted her seat to my side. His hand was holding my shoulder. My heart is beating fast. Very tight in fact.

I swallowed my saliva. Confused as to how. I looked far out to sea. I see bright spots in the middle of the sea. Maybe it's the ships that are sailing in the middle of the ocean.

Suddenly I fantasized, if only she was my lover, I would definitely lean on her shoulder. Then my hands will hug her waist.

Ah, I shook my head. Removing dirty thoughts from my head.

"A.. Can I say something serious to you?" ask me Arka.

I was surprised to hear that. Because usually Arka mas if talking crybaby. It's almost never serious.

Reflex I looked. Looking at his face. Is he serious, or pretending to be serious? Then I nodded.

"I.I want to have a serious relationship with you Ar. You want to start a serious relationship with me?" he said slowly, but steadily.

I am getting more and more excited to hear it. Is this really Arka's talking? Or maybe he's a little bit more of a beach demon.

"Mas Arka is serious about the mas's talk? I didn't listen wrong ?" I asked, feeling less sure about what I just heard.

The hand of the Arka mas who no longer held me, took my hand, then held it. He put my hand and his hand on his chest.

"I'm serious Ar. You want to, right?" her door. I looked at his face again. Clammy. I see there's seriousness there.

He's like he's not the Arka mas I know usually.

He's not an Arka who likes to talk while laughing.

He's a serious guy who expresses his feelings for me. To an orphan girl. Who have nothing to be proud of.

I, who was not sure of what I heard, tried to reveal all about my shortcomings. Let us not regret his choice.

Let Arka be sure of her decision to choose me. Because I don't want to, he's sorry later.

Then I asked further. About his parents. Mas Arka just said, that's business later. We'll find a way to convince her parents. So that they can accept me.

I nodded, though not so sure. Because I'm self-conscious. Because I don't want to be insulted by them.

We kept quiet for a long time. Soluble with our own minds. The sound of waves pounding, the more the night feels tight. The wind was blowing more and more bone-chilling.

Arka hugged my shoulder again. It holds me tight from the side. Then his hand took one of mine. And bring my hand to circle around his waist.

I turned my face towards him. I saw his eyes staring at me. Gentler.

We're still quiet with each other. Only our eyes speak. I'm shy. I looked back at the sea that lay before me. With his waves chasing each other.

Arka's hand grabbed my face. I put my face back on his face. He brought his face closer to mine. Getting close. Until there is no distance.

And...the lips landed perfectly on my lips.******** gently. Just momentary. Then he let go. I looked back towards the sea.

There's happiness.

There's a sense of shame.

There's a sense of wanting to go on for longer.

That momentary kiss reminded me of Doni. The first person to kiss me in the rain.

And what I just felt now, was my second kiss.