TANKER (TTM)
The apartment part III
My favorite coffee that I brought from home.A light coffee with a little creamer.I slowly poured into the cup.I was jolted by a right hand resting on the wall in front of me...
"I make coffee.The sugar is a little bit yes" while stirring coffee I feel a soft kiss on the nape of my neck.Both hands are hugging my skinny body from behind.. until it feels not strong to stir coffee..
"Kok not wear clothes anyway. ntar catch a cold"tanyaku.., honestly I enjoy the appearance of it. tall body as white as clean, nose sharp and fragrant soap.
*He was sitting in the work chair in front of me while I leaned back in the kitchen set next to his desk.
"Happy birthday yes.sorry I said it late. I hope, yesterday afternoon I can meet you and we can eat with the maybe" while he stood up and hugged me tightly
"Yes, I'm sorry yesterday I kept going out between mama-in-law to the doctor.I was also the pengenya afternoon we met.., ohya. kak Fany news how" still in his arms.. I felt really comfortable, but I forgot one thing...
*Fany, is the woman he has been dating for 3 years. widow is 40 years old with 1 daughter. maybe the woman. far from sexy because of the appearance of hijab. sweet and motherly..but for 3 years this long distance relationship surabaya-jakarta.
"Fany well kok.cuman I was a bit worried about him. Karema would know his own city again emergency because of the plague" He answered him casually and flatly.. either just my feelings or indeed his style se Calm it yes..
"Later if kak fany has lived here, we gausa meet ya. I also respect it "I said wisely.
*We are the same as adults, for a closeness may not need to be clarified.Entah it is called TTM friend but friendly so already have to know the portion.. Love but wrong time,Wind but can not have, Jealous also not entitled*
I walked a little to the white sofa.grab my cell phone.sitting on the back of the chair to be able to nyemil Kuaci..
"Let's know.I like the nape of your neck. Fragrant, your shoulders too"
as his two hands hugged me from behind, it felt like those lips were gently peeling every inch at the nape of my neck
"Ahhh.." I let out a slow sigh..
"Plisss. stop it.. Um, I'm going home at 7 p.m." as I prepare to grab my jacket and bag.
"When you get home, your husband gets angry or you're sick of the fight.just come back here.you can stay here.."
"Dad..." I looked into those warm eyes that offered me a million comforts, and I knew very well that they were all just a few moments away.When Brother Fany was not here and when my household problems were at their peak...
"You're cool here?? as he stood kissing me incessantly and of course I enjoyed it
*An aryangga at the age of 45 has not married, good career, okay body, cute face..
one time I had a conversation with him about some women in his life, about his past who likes to snack with women like that.
"Oh of course.. We are well established, have advantages.. then where is the fault?? but all of them we made toys, we threw them away"
