Way Home
67. horse sumbawa mosquito

In the afternoon, off Ashar, the ship arrived in Pontianak. As usual, Huda went down to meet his colleagues down there, while a new cargo was raised to the ship. Normal process as it has been. In a moment, this new charge was not too much. Just a couple of pallet boxes, but heavy. I don't know what it is.

Huda boarded the ship after the loading process was completed.

“Dasim, leave tomorrow. Rest tonight...,” exclaim Huda.

“Ready, Boss,” replied Dasim happy. The ABKs also looked happy.

Huda approached Hazri. “Come, get ready..,” take her.

“Where?” Hazri pretended to forget.

“Have not wondered.... Trouble I ngibulin them you know, I said there is a little problem of the engine, must be checked first... Anyway don't say no...,” Huda joking, pretending to be angry.

“Siap, Boss...,” Hazri replied to Huda's joke, follow Dasim's style.

They are also prepared. Shower, dress, and so on. Before leaving, Hazri activates the powered ‘Cakra Buana’ in just her. Not to forget, a wad of money was brought along as well.

They are already in the taxi. Without much consideration, Huda asks the driver to go to an entertainment venue, Hazri can not refuse.

Taxis enter the parking lot of an entertainment venue. Complete here. There are discos, karaoke, massage parlors, saunas, and the like.

“Pak, want to wait?” ask Huda to the driver.

He's nodding. Hazri got off the taxi first.

“Eh, Sir, Melati Hotel is still okay?” Huda asked slowly.

“Good, Sir,” he replied.

“Aman?” ask Huda again.

“That is, Sir?” the driver asked back.

“Not use those raids?”

“Oohh. It's safest there. Who has a general..”.

Huda was happy to hear that. About the general he already knows, just scuff.

“Nih, Sir, buy cigarettes. Let's not wait. Later transfer to Melati, if you want to pick up again can..,” Huda give a tip.

The driver nodded. “Beres, Sir. Thanks.”

“Come, Rif. Want massage? Disco? Karaoke?”

“Karaokelah, relax..,” replied Hazri.

“Well, that's stupid, man. Passion, hahaha...”.

They also went to the karaoke room. Hazri remains vigilant even though it is safe, ‘Cakra Buana’ stand by. The servant of this place greeted them, already well acquainted as if Huda was with him. The girl took them to one of the luxurious karaoke rooms. In fact, for the standard. Hazri.

“Please, sir,” the girl handed the microphone to Hazri, the other one was put on the table because Huda called her from near the door.

“Still,” said Hazri returned her smile.

“Sama-sama, Sir,” then he approached Huda, talking to him there.

“I want to see first ah....,” sayup-dyed Huda speech heard by Hazri. “Bos, a minute yes, just start if you want..,” said Huda.

“OK,” replied Hazri.

The door of the room was closed. Hazri orders local songs only, less can if you have to sing using foreign languages despite the text. Then sing him.

Shortly thereafter, Huda entered. His face was a little pouted. Hazri smiled seeing him.

“Why? Running out, huh? Just sing it..”.

Huda was silent, his face still frowning.

The door was knocked, the waiter came in carrying two bottles of drink on the tray. Hazri grimaces at one of them Mansion. He clucked as he glanced at Huda, who glimmered ostensibly ignorant, his face still scowling as well.

“For a moment yes, sir,” said the sexy waitress to Huda.

Busyet, jaim. Huda did not answer. Hazri doesn't feel good about that waitress. “Iya, Ma'am. Thank you,” answered pleasantries, though do not know what the word meant for a moment. He thought most of the food or drink.

Maid smiled. Then, walk out and close the door.

For a moment Hazri will reprimand Huda, who she thinks is childish, uh. Forced to be delayed. Hazri bobbles head. Still rada kampungan also Huda, his mind.

The servant again, but with two girls now. Suddenly Huda came out of the bathroom laughing. The waiter and the two girls laughed. Damn it, Hazri. I was bullied apparently....

“Hahaha.., got you.”

Hazri had to laugh. How are you going again?

The waiter, whose name was Luna, smiled and closed the door. The two girls also moved closer to the original sailor and this ‘gadungan’. Hazri secretly observes, damn it. Beautiful both. Humiliation, amoy.

“Sini-here...,” Huda pulls one sitting nearby. “Cika, you promised you could conquer my friend. Let's prove it..,” he said to the other girl. The girl called Cika smiled at Hazri. Then, sitting sweetly next to the prankster, a fugitive cop all over the country.

“Cika...,” she introduced herself.

“Huda, uh... Heru,” Hazri reintroduce herself. Rada nervous.

Huda laughs at ‘nama’ Hazri. Cook your own name forgot? “Forward continues, Her, abstain from retreat..,” he exclaimed. Then he drowned in his own business. Really busy, as aggressive as hungry ferrets.

Cika was waiting for the cue from Hazri. Hazri was struggling with her heart. As always, some resist, some push. Potent. “You sing what?” asking finally. Rada-rada kampungungan indeed this opening. But, good than not.

Cika smiled. “Om want what song?” he asked back.

“Waduh, don't om dong..,” Hazri mild protest. “Heru Only.”

Cika is smiling. “If Mas, can?”

Hazri nodded.

“What song, Mas?” he asked again.

“Cika first, I have already.”

The girl also chose the mandarin song. Then sing him after the song he chose was performed. Hazri doesn't understand mandarin, but there's wo ai wo ni. To be sure, melodious turned out to be the voice of this girl. Unable to prevent his heart, Hazri also stole the view from the side.

Oh my God, this beautiful nian amoy. Lose the Goddess. Shaykh, how is it? It is not the intention of complaining to the Shaykh of Atha, because... Hazri felt her defenses getting shaky. He was biting his lips, trying to survive. While sigh wo ai ni continues to lash, caressing lust....

While singing, Cika leaned on Hazri's shoulder. It was impossible for Hazri to brush it off. After all, his defense had indeed been overflowing. It is difficult to control the heart.

After that song, Cika chose a local song from Ada Band. Smart too, he can immediately guess the type of favorite song of his partner. Hazri nodded, familiar with the song.

Then, duet them back. Again Huda clapped his hands while continuing to smash Maya's lips. Really weasel him tonight.... Like that, Cika leaned on Hazri's shoulder. Slowly, the young man's right hand moved to embrace him. Cika's getting her head tight.

Midget defense.... Hazri kissed her forehead gently.

Still had time to sing three more songs, then Huda said, “Yuk...” he stood up and immediately pulled out of the room without waiting for Hazri's approval. Maya, her amoy, glances sweetly to Cika and follows Huda. Hazri and Cika are now a bit misbehaved.

Hazri was still sitting, Cika was waiting. A little too long.

“If Mas Heru does not want, it is okay...,” he said slowly.

“Yuk...,” Hazri grabs Cika's hand. This girl smiled cheerfully as well. Then, they stepped together out of the room.

Not just a midget, a smash has been the defense of Hazri now. Really, it's not an easy job to hold your heart, it's much easier to take down a pirate ship the other day. Four, or six ships. The admonitions of Shaykh Atha’illah seem to fly from the block of his head. Forgot him, almost everything.

“Cikaaa..., very handsome. Recognize dong ‘Aril’nya.” a girl tagged Cika as they both left the room, following Huda and Maya. “Don't finish, divide us.., the other” chimed in. Then, giggles. Cika smiled, not answering, hugging Hazri even tighter. “The story is awaited yes..,” his friends are constantly giggling.

Hazri is just messing around too.

They kept walking towards the taxi. Huda and Maya are already there.

Not running the trip, they have now arrived at the Hotel Melati. After asking the taxi driver that tomorrow morning they should pick up again and after completing the hotel administration, they prepared to enter the room.

“This, Boss,” Huda handed over room 210 keys to Hazri, when they had been in front of her room 209. “Happy off the load of two and a half years,” he said with a chuckle. “Cika, prepare the horse Sumbawa mosquito...,” Huda and Maya also entered his room while still laughing. Huda knew he said Cika had the Sumbawa horse style of raging in conquering his partner. Ah, there's-there's just.

Hazri looked at Cika beside her. This girl is a bit down. . “Yuk. ..,” take her while gently holding the girl's hand. They also entered room 210 which is located almost opposite to Huda's room.

Once inside, Cika asked permission to take a shower first. Hazri. Clamps! The bedroom door was locked. Suddenly, Hazri's body trembled violently, a chill instantly ambushed the nape and nausea hit her stomach hard. He was stunned in shock, turning around leaning on the door leaf trying to control himself.

What's the matter?

Not ‘Cakra Buana’ turned out. Her looks are normal... Whatisthis? Confused he was in the midst of increasingly strong shakes, cold and nausea that grew heavier. His body sagged from his backrest, falling drooping to the floor in a prostrate-like position. “Yes Allah..,” he let out a long sigh unknowingly. His vision was dark, seemed to be about to faint.

A moment before his consciousness completely disappeared, suddenly the dark gaze instantly turned bright. Bright, but not glare.., smooth and soft as heavenly silk. Hazri felt as if she was in a vast expanse of endless light. Light and there is only light, there is no other form. Enjoy, it feels so good there. Unbelievable with words.

Hazri. He realized his tears were dripping with no restraint. Drop by drop fell, disappearing within this expanse of light. Appearing various ‘balls of light graceful colorful’ hit his chest, directly through the heart. ‘Cakra Buana’ means nothing here. The balls of light kept raining down on him. Hazri's body swayed gently because of her exposure. Incredibly delicious.... Then, the balls seemed to split in his body, spitting out a colorful light that was very beautiful.

Then, a kind of very authoritative voice appeared. Echoing in his heart.., “Tak a black ant, who walked on a black rock, in the dark of night, was able to escape from His sight. You renege on him?” Instantly, after this sound, the light and all these pleasures disappeared. Normal is back. Hazri finds herself prostrating herself on the floor with her eyes moist. “Allah...,” he let out a long sigh again. This time with all his awareness.

Slowly Hazri stood up and rubbed her face, and quickly wiped away the remaining tears. His bones felt like they were bursting with no energy, very tired. He limped to walk towards the bed.

Simultaneously, Cika came out of the bathroom. Surprised him, “Mas Heru, why? What's up?” Soon he grabbed Hazri's limping body and led her to bed.

“Nothing, I'm just tired once..,” said Hazri slowly. He put his body on that bed. Breathing gasps. “I rest for a while. Don't tell Om Huda, just let it go. You are beautiful...,” he said again. Then Hazri's eyes closed... And then, a little later, she fell asleep.

Cika looked at Hazri's slumbering face. True said his friend, it looks like Aril's rough handsome face. The vocalist of Noah's band. He gently rubbed Hazri's face, the blackened hair of the sideburns and whiskers just grew it. Cika smiled.

The girl went to the bathroom, washed the small towels available there, then returned to bed. Hazri's slightly sweaty face was rubbed gently with a wet towel earlier, until the neck. Hazri's gondrong hair ties that appear to be holding her head were removed. His hair was left unraveled, smoothed with fingers. Cika looked at him again, then shook her head while smiling sweetly again. “Aril..,” sighs slowly.

Cika walked towards the body-high mirror that was stuck on the wall near the door. He stood there, his bathing suit ties made from a kind of towel cloth were removed. Looking now, his body was in the mirror. After looking at her beautiful body, she returned to see Hazri. Who knows ‘Aril’ is awake.

Not yet, still slumbering. His breathing seemed regular now. Cika smiled wryly. What do you want now? Wailing for a while, he finally laid down beside this young man. The bond of his robe is accidentally removed, and Hazri's body is embraced affectionately. The girl's head was rolled over Hazri's chest. Dag dug dag dug.., the heart beat of this young man sounded loud rhythmically in his ears. Slowly Cika became sleepy. Then, he fell asleep too.