Stealing The Wife's First Kiss

"Yes, sure. He was Pandu"'.

Her sudden jerk made her stalker stopped abruptly. And he gasped when Aruna turned around and ran.

Thud!

Aruna found Hendra was following her. She let go down her blue gown, her heart pounded in fear. She was shocked with the presence of the predator blocking her way.

"Sweetheart, aren't you tired? I know where you can rest well. Come with me!". His cold voice shivered her while his hands gripped her arms.

He walked fast ignoring Aruna's pace. Now the queen was caught and looked like a culprit who would be imprisoned. They stopped in front of a towering door, a classic mansion.

The door was perfectly opened. The ear-shaterring voice confirmed his anger.

He pulled her around to face him. Aruna almost fell down. But he was still merciful by gripping her to stand balanced on her feet.

His eyes were burning with anger but his voice smoldered the burn. "Rest here until I open the door for you". As she thought before that this blue-eyed man had everything in his control, locked her in an uninhabited room.

What kind of room is it? She did not have a chance to think about it. The Red Radiant turned blue pale, fell down, sat on the floor. Her wide fluffy gowm made a perfect circle around her.

She could only let things go

Luckily, there was a hug window facing a beautiful and wide view out there. She could see birds flying so freely. If only she were that free bird. Her mind was trying to get rid of her misery.

***

"Hi, Bro..let me handle that guy". The whispers made other aides frowned.

"Why?"

Juan smiled.

"Because your main job is to escort our young master, isn't it?".

"And my job is to handle him". He added convincingly.

"It's okay". His partners left and now the Gummy Slime owner was waiting for that new debut artist to choose either he himself or other aides who were ready to apprehend him.

Damar smiled. He knew this would happen. He knew damned well Aruna's husband's behaviour.

This man had prepared his tricks. He stood really slowly off the piano bench while his eyes brushed up the guests looking for the girl he loved. She had gone, so had her husband.

_If today i can't meet you, I have no idea if we will ever meet again_ he lamented while going down the stairs to meet his fans.

"Shits!". Juan swore. Other aides on the far end were also upset.

Damar put himself among his fans on purpose. He let those of social media maniacs be with him.

But suddenly, one of the young master guards pulled him off the crowd confidently.

"I will tell to my fans that you want to catch me". Threatened Damar. But the man in uniform replid with a smile.

Damar was shocked. He had been so sure that what he said would make the man of Aruna's husband think twice.

"It will be so embarrassing if the party is ruined by the issue of how the groom treats the artist for the guests". Once again Damar bluffed.

"You're wrong Damar!". replied Juan.

_Ops, he knows my name_

"Look at this! Then you decide either to follow me or not!". Juan showed a short message from Aruna. Then left that Padang man.

Damar followed Juan without being comanded. At a glance he was able to see Agus face was persplexed. He couldn't say hi yet. He did not want to waste any time.

When they came to a pretty quiet spot, both men started talking their intentions.

"Where did you plan to meet Miss Aruna?" juan inquired.

"Miss?". He suddenly felt odd with the new title of Miss to Aruna. Too much differernt.

"Yes! Miss Aruna! She said there would someone send her a message and I have to help you to meet her there".

"Oh,...". Damar just realized one thing.

"My friend failed to bring her...". his expression was hopeless.

"Okay, wait a moment".

Aide Juan made a call to the one gave him the mission.

"Miss, where are you?"

"Juan...save Damar, that's enough". That voice sounded weak.

"Damar is with me now. Where are you?".

"Don't you want to meet him?.

"That's impossible... I'm locked here".

"It's not a big deal for me. Just tell where you are now".

"Leave it! It is impossible".

"I will work beyond your expectation".

And without hoping too much, she told Juan where she was.

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And when the door started cracking.

It was low, slow crack, hard to open.

Aruna reluctantly turned back. She knew who would be blubbing with repentant words, if she was lucky. Or words expressed no regret, even so if she was lucky.

The worst would be the mute with his sharp eyes stabbing her angrily. He would not say harsh words. He had changed somehow.

"Screech...". Slow opening door made a greeting. Despite knowing the door was open, she was still focusing on the birds, her only source of happiness. She did not turn back.

"Aruna...".

That voice called her…

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The way how the door was not opened directly was how Juan, the aide, broke up the locked door. That was how it worked. He accomplished his mission successfully. He made the meeting between the love poet and the girl, the source of his inspiration happened.

"Aruna..."

The voice sounded different.

It was not Mahendra's, but was it possible someone found this room?.

The poet walked around the expanded gown hoping the girl's eyes caught him.

As she started looking at him, the Red Radiant tried to get up from the floor.

"Oh..Damar..."

She blinked her eyes several times, covering her mouth in disbelief.

"Don't you miss me?"

The girl who just got herself balanced, now stood steadily. She suddenly burst into tears.

"Don't cry. You won't be able to fix that make up". Damar was still still the same guy, talking direct to the point and relax.

They stood froze, looking at each other. On the other side, Juan was standing by the door and alerted.

"Are you okay? Why did you lose weight? Did you eat well?". Aruna could not stop her tears anymore. This guy used to deal with her nosey remarks. She would not stop her irritations because Damar ignored many things. "go get your food. Don't play games all the time!!". "Danmar,hurry take a bath, lazy you!". "You have to go to college today or I won't wash your clothes". "Oh my God! Your hair is so messy...come here!".

"Don't worry about me..." the eyes in frot him were red. They had no special and clear relationship. They were  chained in their routine as their habits to complete each other. Was there any stronger chain than the habit itself?

As they both were taking some paces forward, that man took faster steps. He caught the body covered with wide gown dan hugged it tight.

Her cry was unstoppable when she smelled unwanted odour from that tall man.

"You smoke now?". So soft that it was almost unheard.

"a little".

"Don't you hate your mom for that reason? Why do you do it now?". She was stammering under her cries.

"Let's talk something else, like being grateful with our meeting now". Damar was looking at her deeply, the girl who dared to take away his 6 souls at once.

"Do ou drink alcohol, too?"

"Is that all my fault?!"

"No! I'm not that horrible Aruna. Stop worrying over me too much. Look at you yourself! You even forgot how to smile to me. I'm here to see it not to see your cry". He wiped the tears on her eyes.

"Look! You ruined your make up. And I know you are not good at using such stuffs. Stop crying or you'll look like an old witch".

"Hahaha". His laugh triggered her to pull up a smile. He knew exactly how to boost the bad moment.

"Ufff..even in this situation you are still teasing me".

"hahahah....".  She laughed along.

"Your hair grew longer". Slowly she touched the back of Damar's hair which was pulled back in a ponytail, Harajuku ponytail.

"Wow...you're touching my hair without complaining now. Can I jump to celebrate it? Haha"

That words drew a smile on the imprisoned queen.

She was still impressed with that man's hair as if her best friend, whatever you call it, was back to fill up the emptiness.

"You like long, don't you?" He still teased her, straight to the point.

"As long as you take care of it".

"I'll do that so as my step mother isn't mean to me anymore".

'Step Mother' was the call given to her because she nagged to him for his laziness.

"hahaha...she isn't mean...she's worried". Cut Aruna.

"But she is very cruel now. She has stolen my life". This poet slowly expressed his true emotion.

She was just silent. She got used to with such poetic words of him, 'Thegreatestfortress'.

"Give my life back, Aruna.." such emotions lured him to touch her fingers.

"It's very easy..." he was still looking at her. She just put her head down.

"Remember... there are always ways to go back. Don't ever doubt it. Your presesnce right now is temporary. Please.." he was unable to continue

"My Lady, someone is coming!"'.  Juan sounded panic.