Stealing The Wife's First Kiss

"Thank you, Pandu. For taking care of Damar".

"You two are the same. Alright, go back. He must be waiting for you".

This woman wiped the tears from her cheeks. Then, she hurriedly ran as fast as she could. She found her husband had begun to walk around the car.

"Why did you take so long?? I almost went there!". Hendra protested.

"Wait! Why is your face red? Are you sick?". Hendra tried to examine her face but that woman quickly got into the car and threw her gaze at the window.

"We're going to the hospital, okay?".

"No. I don't want to".

"Then, we're going to the main house".

"I also don't want to".

"Why? You want to be in my private hotel room?".

"Can I book a room and sleep alone today? I need a rest without any disturbance".

"I promise I won't bother you!".

"Just tonight.. Please".

"You're not feeling well, right? You can't sleep alone".

"I'm just so tired. I'm tired of dealing with everything. Let me be alone just for tonight".

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False hope

Who made the phrase 'falling in love will bring happiness'? It seems that the poet who recited that sentence for the first time was lost in dreamland.

A long dream, far from reality. Until I wonder.

Am I going to keep chasing you? Like a man who loses his way except following a little girl running around. She dances on the other end. Unfortunately, every time she's approached, she runs.

Wake me up from this stupidity. I want to take it off right now! But who can resist a heart that has just been touched by a little angel who smells nice?

I don't even want to go back to emptiness, even though it hurts. Teach me to give up. Until I forget how to try. My prayers have reached that point. Because your eyes don't want to see me at all.

Even though I have lowered my expectations as low as possible. I don't want your love anymore. It seems too extraordinary. Just give me false hope. So that I can still breathe and navigate my own stupidity. Who is still chasing you even though I know you don't look at me at all.

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"Go back to your room. I've told you, I'll sleep here alone". She ordered him, who could now see her lying with her eyes closed without holding her pulse.

He sat on the sofa, waiting for her to sleep in the hotel room that he ordered.

"I'll wait until you sleep before I leave". He said, calming the way she told him to go.

_I.. Am I slowly recovering? I can watch her sleep without touching her pulse.. I could drive the car and carry her even though she was unconscious_ The PTSD sufferer enjoyed himself who started to succeed in conquering his own fears. He was still there. Sixty minutes had passed but he still sat and observed her.

Suddenly, that voice greeted him again: "Hendra, have you ever been bored?".

"Often. Very often". The man who didn't move from his chair answered.

"What do you do when you're bored?".

"I keep myself busy".

"For example?".

"I read all the books on the bookshelf. If that doesn't work, I clean everything in front of me. Last, I work all the time to distract myself".

"Is that so? I don't think it'll work on me".

"So you're bored".

Perhaps".

"Are you bored with me?".

"Not just with you. With everything". She tried to go back to sleep and that man consistently waited.

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Apparently, the woman sat down again. She couldn't sleep at all.

"Hendra, can you ride a motorcycle?".

"I can".

"Do you keep your motorcycle in this hotel?"

"There's one".

"Take me out on a motorcycle now!".

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The blue-eyed rode a Ducati XDiavel. Slowly, that motorcycle slowed towards the girl standing in front of the lobby of a five-star hotel.

The most beautiful cruiser motorcycle in the world with a very unique design and different from most cruiser motorcycles. The price was very expensive, using a 1,262cc engine with a power output of 152 Horsepower and 126 Nm of torque.

In addition, there were also supporting features in the form of Bosch cornering ABS, Ducati Traction Control (DTC), Riding Mode.

Hendra got off his motorcycle, slipped that girl's hands into the jacket he'd prepared. It was too big. Aruna could no longer protest to refuse it. This man insisted that his wife wouldn't get sick.

"Where are we going?". The blue-eyed asked.

"I don't know. Just go according to your instinct". Aruna replied, still in awe of the motorcycle he was riding.

"Your motorcycle is so cool".

"What about the owner?".

"Also cool, especially when he doesn't forbid me". There was a smile that tucked into the night through the deserted streets, with the hug from the girl who was leaning on his shoulder, enjoying the air.

"Hendra".

"Hmm.".

"Can I take off my helmet?".

"No, that's dangerous".

"Can I let go of my hands for a moment?".

"Don't. That's also dangerous".

"Whatever!". That girl actually took off her helmet and let go of her hands from the blue-eyed's waist.

"Aruna, what are you doing?". The driver immediately reduced the speed of his motorcycle. He made sure the girl who spreaded her arms enjoyed the air, stayed safe.

"Hendra, it's comfortable. Your life is too serious. Try to do new things so you don't look like a boring man".

"You said I was cool.. Now boring..". Their voices hit the air. They spoke loudly through the night. He spoiled the girl who was giving him false hope.

"Hendra, slow down the motorcycle. Let's stop at that bridge". Aruna asked.

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"Hendra, slow down the motorcycle. Let's stop at that bridge". Aruna asked.

"It seems to be against the rules".

Aruna hit his helmet.

"There won't be any police patrolling this late". Aruna was annoyed at that person who was too disciplined.

"What are we doing here?".

"I want to ask you to jump into that river".

"What? You telling me to kill myself?".

"Of course not! It was a joke!".

"Then what are we going to do now?".

"Nothing. Just standing here. Watching the night view".

"Just like that?".

"Stop asking! You're disturbing, you know?".

Hendra scratched his neck. He never wasted time or did anything called 'doing nothing' or without any reason.

"I want to ask one more thing. Why are we here?".

"Think of it as making the woman you've locked up for a few weeks happy".

"Oh, okay.. I just need that answer". This left-brained man tended to be weird. He always asked about new things that Aruna showed.

"Actually, you're a sweet man. But why can't I accept your love yet? Tonight, I'll hire you to be my driver. Don't ask too many questions. Just follow the way I enjoy life. Don't have too many rules. Understand?". She said that.

"How will you pay me later?".

"Surely you want my lips, right? I'll pay for it with that".

"I don't want that".

"Then what do you want?".

"Give me false hope. Don't tell me you haven't accepted my love yet. Just say: just wait for me, maybe one day.. I'll accept your love".

"Second. When we go home, let's sleep in the same room. Okay?". Hendra added.

Aruna walked closer to the bridge. The street was quiet. There was only the tall, sturdy bridge that painted the calm water that stretched below it.

"GOOOOD.. ELIMINATE ALL SELFISH MEN WHO SHACKLE ME". The girl shouted at the edge of the bridge.

"GOOOOD. DON'T DO THAT. I MUST BE ONE OF THEM". Hendra joined in shouting, defending himself.

Hahaha.. They looked at each other and laughed.

"GOOOOD. MAKE THE BLUE-EYED MAN BESIDE ME AWARE THAT HE'S TAKEN ME HOSTAGE..". The girl begged.

"GOOOOD.. LET HER KNOW IT WAS FOR HER OWN GOOD". Hendra's version of opposite plea.

"PLEASE LET ME FREE FROM THIS MARRIAGE AGREEMENT IMMEDIATELY!!". The tiny one made another request.

"PLEASE MAKE HER MY WIFE FOREVER". Hendra replied.

"Hendra!". She was irritated.

This man shrugged. Not sure what happened, they could melt each other by doing stupid screams.

"DON'T MAKE HIM ALWAYS EXPECTING ME. MAKE HIM STOP BEING STUPID".

"LET ME BE STUPID AS LONG AS I CAN STILL EXPECT HER".

This woman walked up to the man who was trying to interrupt her pleas.

"You're really disturbing me". Aruna protested.

"You really make me happy". Even when he protested, he made the opposite sentence.

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"Come on. Eat it quickly!". Aruna forced the blue-eyed man to stop by the roadside to buy rubbish food. Meatballs on a cold night were really delicious. But the blue-eyed thought too much, letting what was in front of him almost cooled down. He asked too much, whether his food would make him sick or not.

"You won't get sick.. Trust me". The woman put a spoon to his mouth, but he was reluctant to open it.

"Don't use that sambal! Looks like it was made days ago. Don't use the sauce either! It must be from unknown ingredients. The color is too red. You just recovered". He was very fussy about getting rid of things that Aruna couldn't eat.

"Your life… So complicated!".

"Whatever!".