Caress Your Affection.

Rustam couldn't figure out why he was in such a pinched position. Suddenly, he was floating in the air. Clumped gray clouds surrounded him. The sky was dark; there were no planes, and there was no parachute strapped to his shoulders.

He drifted here and there.

Light, like cotton. But the windless, empty air ruthlessly threw his body down, towards the surface of the earth, which looked steep.

There is no sea to plunge into.

There is no field to land on.

With bulging eyes, he could only realize that three gaping precipices awaited his body.

"Oh my God! He prayed with his eyes closed, and his heart shrank in horror.

"Help your poor servant!"

And….. suddenly, he was blown away.

No pain at all.

Just aches and pains, making his whole body ache and numb. His body was still intact. Not shattered into pieces. Not covered in red blood but soaked in a cold sweat that gushed out from all the pores of his skin.

Astonished, his eyes opened with a feeling of hesitation.

He was lying on his back, not on the rocks that bordered the three gaping ravines.

His body, sluggish and tired, lay still on the wide bed in a room dimly lit by a low-voltage violet lamp near the toilet in the corner.

"Thank God!" he expressed praise and gratitude after waking up from the nightmare that worried him.

He briefly imagined what he saw this afternoon in the narrow field of Diponegoro, only a few dozen meters in front of Gedung Sate.

Nine prospective Air Force students were carrying out a jumping demonstration witnessed by thousands of spectators.

The tenth parachutist, the instructor, had just opened the parachute only about three hundred meters before reaching the grassy field, causing screams and gasps from all the spectators.

Someone gripped his arm really hard at that moment. Even though the instructor was safe and walked calmly, accompanied by loud applause, towards his back, the soft hiss beside Rustam was still filled with fear.

"Hendra is too much! Somersault in the air, okay."

"But only opened the parachute after almost…."

She shook her head, letting her long hair fly in the wind.

"How many times have I told her to always remember his six children? You, man, when you leave the house, don't care about your wife and children. Hmm!"

Rustam smiled.

He turned sideways.

No one.

The sheets were cold when he touched them.

He frowned.

With a sigh, he got off the bed.

He fixed his pajamas.

Then walk to the door.

He opened it slowly.

And he saw her.

Graceful like a statue

Kintan sat on the sofa.

Behind the bedroom from where she then walked out.

Kintan didn't look back.

Her body didn't move at all.

He thought she fell asleep in such a sitting position.

While shaking his head, her shoulder was almost tapped.

But he didn't.

Instead, he was stunned to see how Kintan's face was glued straight to the television screen, which intermittently disappeared, accompanied by crackling sounds.

The antique clock on the wall pointed to twelve exactly, so the broadcast had ended almost an hour ago.

Slowly, Rustam moved towards the television.

Then rotate the socket.

Turned off.

Slowly, he turned his body.

Facing Kintan, who was still sitting frozen on the sofa.

Her face was pale.

And her eyes filled with tears.

Rustam was kneeling with a heavy heart in front of the sofa, stroking her knee.

"Kintan ... my dear," he whispered.

The eyes were closed.

And those beautiful lips are tightly locked.

He quickly hugged her.

His face was buried in his chest.

The full bubbles of her breasts shook violently.

Then his ears caught the sound of sobbing.

Kintan hugged him back.

Tightly.

It was as if she would never let go, no matter what happened.

Touched, Rustam whispered.

..." It's time to sleep, my darling."

She shook her head.

"I can't… I can't… My love!"

“But Kin….”

“Ohh, my beloved Rustam!”

Her warm palms, pressing against his face, lifted him slightly so that he was looking up.

Behind the clear water that clouded her eyes, there was extreme fear.

“You like me, don't you?”

"Rustam, you still like me, don't you?"

Rustam tried to smile.

"Like? In fact, I really love you!" he replied.

"Don't! Don't say words of love."

"Those words are too majestic."

"Too beautiful."

“Too holy.”

"And one cannot always be noble and pure in heart and mind. Say, Rustam, you like me as much as I like you."

"I like you, my dear Kintan."

“Like you like me.”

"And ... and you're leaving tomorrow!"

"Yes," Rustam swallowed hard.

"Tomorrow, I will go."

“You left me alone…!?”

"I'll be right back, my dear"

"I know. I know." She said, hugging him tighter so that her face was buried tightly in his chest, and for a moment it made Rustam short of breath.

"I knew you would come back, my husband, my lover, my idol… I know it… But I also know that when you come back, you will no longer be the Rustam that I will let go tomorrow.”

“Kintan…”

"My instincts tell me, Rustam!"

"Instinct, huh? Women stick too much to instinct, not to common sense." Rustam got up without letting go of her arms.

They hobbled to their feet and then walked side by side into the bedroom.

"Believe me, my Kintan, if I come back later, then the one who returns is who I am now."

“Don't make it up anymore”

"It's getting late my love, you should sleep..."

And after lying on the bed, Rustam chuckled.

"Do you still remember what we saw this afternoon at Diponegoro Square, Kin?" she nodded wearily.

"You are worried about the behavior of your brother, Hendra. Oh, my Kintan," Rustam smiled as he looked at her face, which was starting to turn red again.

"I've also jumped without a parachute, Kin."

"And I turned out to be more powerful than your favorite instructor!"

Slowly, his lips smiled.

“Really?” she said softly.

"Dead," he assured.

"Dare I swear!"

“Oh. When?"

"Earlier!"

"Earlier?"

"Yes. In my dreams!”

Kintan laughed shakily.

An insincere laugh, however, and the warm embrace that Kintan gave while laughing were so sincere and passionate that Rustam's lips couldn't help but move wildly, looking for Kintan's.

And when their lips met, the pull of the two pairs of lips was like a mixture of gasoline and fire.

Burn.

Hot.

Explosive.

The blanket flew off the bed.

Miserably lying on the floor.

However, neither Rustam nor Kintan were at all interested in taking it back.

Because of not only the blanket but also the pajamas on their bodies, in the next moment, they floated away and then lay quietly at the foot of the bed.

The painting of a horse-drawn carriage on the wall of the room suddenly came to life.

The wheels of the carriage jumped, and the horses ran, galloping with excited breath.

It was so fast that when it came to a corner, the train was no longer held back.

Ejected into the sky with the wheels still spinning, weak.

And the horse crashed on the ground. Lying still, with a gasping breath.

Tired….