Dum Spiro, Spero
Surprise

From morning, Blue was busy in the kitchen, struggling with pastry dough in order to fulfill the desire of Baskara who suddenly craved eating homemade cookies. Whether there is any wind, Blue does not know. Because all this time he knew Baskara was not too fond of sweet foods.

“Dengerin me,” said Blue while putting the last cookie pieces on the baking sheet, following other pieces to be ready to put in the oven. “Bikin this is all hard, so if you do not finish, I will cut your tongue so you can no longer enjoy good food.”

“I'm sure I'm up, calm aja.” Baskara answered confidently, even when she did not yet know whether cookies made Blue were worth eating or not. It's nothing, but the last time the girl tried to make a cookie, it didn't really taste good.

Blue crackled lazily, then put a pan full of raw cookie pieces into the oven. It adjusts the temperature and roasting time according to the instructions obtained from the internet. Then, while waiting for the cookies to be baked, the girl moved to clean the dirty container, taking it to the sink to wash.

“Let me aja.” Serobot Baskara seizes dirty containers from Blue's hands. The man looked excited as he walked towards the sink. In fact, Blue could hear a merrily humming sound escaping from her lips.

“If diligent gini usually likes to have any want.” Blue satirized, then followed behind Baskara to make sure the man washes the dirty container properly.

Meanwhile, Baskara only chuckles in response to the accusations made by her lover. Her mood was so good that she did not intend to start any debates with Blue even though the context was just joking.

“Bas,” call Blue as you walk closer. The gray-tailed girl stopped right next to Baskara, leaning her waist to the edge of the sink area with both arms folded in front of her chest. “According to you, when do I look the prettiest?”

“Tiba-arrived?” Baskara looked over with her eyebrows raised. The dirty container he had managed to wash, he had also placed it on a shelf to dry before entering the storage cabinet.

“Marketing aja.” Sahut Biru while raising his shoulders. “If you remember, like you almost never muji I am beautiful because.”

For some time, what Baskara did was just silence while watching her lover's face carefully. Point by point he goes through, he is meticulous to find a flaw that from the beginning he believed was never there.

Then, with a warm smile rising slowly, Baskara approached, slashing the distance until they could feel each other's breaths.

“Lo is always beautiful,” he said, just in front of the face of Blue with the position of their noses that almost touch. “But if told to choose the moment where you look the most beautiful in my eyes, it is when I can see you from this close distance. When I could catch your breath on my face. When I can smell the smell of soap from the open curve of your neck.” Reciprocity.

“Fxck!” Blue gasped as Baskara curses in front of his face. He thought there was something wrong with him that made Baskara do it.

“What, anyway? Why suddenly—“

“Ssssttt...” Cut Baskara. The index finger of his right hand advanced, sealing Blue's lips to stop speaking.

The fine feathers around the Blue neck area instantly bristled, especially when Baskara's index finger moved down, nursing his cheek line until it emptied into the open recess of his neck.

“Fxck it, I want to kiss you so bad.” The man murmured, and Blue had no time to recite because the lips that had just cursed had already invaded his lips.

Slow movements are made. Small suction boils down to the bottom of the plain Blue lips without lipstick. The sound followed later, as the soft suction began to turn more intense and demanding.

The second by second passed, their links heating up even more. Blue without hesitation welcomed Baskara's tongue into his mouth, passing one by one part in there without anyone being missed.

“Lo beautiful, always beautiful.” Baskara whisper in between their detached links to take a breath. The net can not be separated from the reddish face of the lover, as if to provide concrete evidence that what he said is not just a joke.

Blue did not comment, he was too busy taking in as many breaths as he knew their activities this morning would not be finished quickly. At the very least, he had to store a lot of oxygen in order not to die from being out of breath.

Their lips meet again. Thousands of butterflies bloomed simultaneously inside their stomachs, giving rise to strange sensations that were too difficult to describe in words. It feels like they are just doing it for the first time, and will start doing it even more often.

“I sweat I’ll kill myself if I dare to release you once again, Bi.” Baskara rubbed Blue lips that were wet and slightly swollen.

“And I sweat I’ll kill you if you dare to do that.” Sahut Blue, then back he raked his lover's lips greedily. There is no such thing as patience anymore. Even if today he had to lose more, he would let it go, the origin of the person was Baskara.

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With soaring steps, Lintang carries itself through the courtyard of the beloved Mas Abi rented house. Two shopping bags filled with fruits and several types of snacks he brought as offerings, count the thank you marks because the owner of the house had welcomed him so warmly last night.

Throughout the history of his life, this would probably be the best Sunday. The most special Sunday he will spend with the people he loves. From home, he has prepared a list of what things he will do with Mas Abi and his beloved Mbak Anin. Oh, it's been imagined how fun it would be to repeat the warm interaction with them later.

The latitude step stopped in front of the door of the rented house. Little wonder when he found the condition of the door in a half-open state. However, by removing the strangest astonishment, Lintang again swung a step. He entered the rented house that was not how big it was, still with a feeling of great pleasure and a smile that spread wide to the ears.

“M—“ has just opened his lips to call the name of the owner of the house, Lintang undo the intention.

From the direction of the kitchen, there was the sound of lively joking. Then came the idea in his head to surprise the beloved brothers with his unexpected presence.

“Seru really is like.” The girl muttered, while walking towards the kitchen with a sagging step.

The closer to the kitchen, the Blue and Baskara sounds become clearer. However, instead of the pleasant laughter sound like before, Lintang instead heard a decapitation sound interspersed with subtle grunts.

Just like that, the Latitude step swing became slowed down. His smile slowly faded and his head began to busy guessing. There is no way Mas Abi and Mbak Anin are doing anything weird because they are a pair of siblings. So all Lintang can think about is the possibility that what he had heard joking in the kitchen was Mbak Anin with another man he did not know, or Mas Abi with... her lover?

Lintang wanted to turn around, feeling bad for having heard something he shouldn't have heard even if it happened by accident. However, when he heard the voice of Mas Abi's love in the air, mentioning one new foreign name with Latang for the first time, somehow the girl became encouraged to continue her steps.

While biting his lips with a feeling that was not crowded, Lintang ventured to peek from the barrier wall. And at that moment, Lintang felt the earth on its foot rotating very violently, like it had just been hit by a powerful earthquake.

Instead of finding Mas Abi with a foreign girl he did not know, Lintang instead saw the man along with Mbak Anin. And, yes, both are making out. Their lips met each other, smacking greedily as if there was no tomorrow to vent all the feelings they had.

Latitude shock. His head suddenly felt empty and he was too ignorant of how to respond to the unreasonable sight before his eyes.

The confusion of Lintang mind makes his grip on two shopping bags weakened until finally completely detached. Fresh fruits roll out of the bag, even with a few cans of soda from other bags that fall apart to make a noise.

Suddenly, it makes two people who are still fun making out withdraw. Equally visible when finding the presence of Lintang standing with facial expressions that are too difficult to guess.

“Mas Abi...” Cross-cut. Suddenly, his chest felt tight. “Mas Abi equals Mbak Anin why?” or perhaps best, Lintang never asked that.

Seriate....