Loosely Paid, CEO Beautiful
Mindfulness

Amman pumped the part, while watching Vera's stomach growling. Stabbed their babies, while continuing to give rain for the sake of rain in the burrow of Vera.

"Ah, hmm."

Vera *************bed sheets with head up. It seems that the pregnancy hormones make her enjoy this activity very much.

Vera raved asking Amman to push faster and deeper. Until the old man who is still mighty feels challenged.

It pumps at moderate speed, slows down, returns medium, then fast. Until finally both of them shouted long. Something warm again gushed in the womb of Vera who had been pregnant for how many months it was.

Amman finished his activities, he now turned to the fridge and picked up a bottle of cold water. While Vera was still in her place while stroking her stomach, both of her legs were still wide open as before. As if still want to embrace the remnants of the pleasure given by Amman.

"Have you ever loved someone?"

Amman suddenly asked Vera who was still lying down. The woman was stunned, she wondered why Amman suddenly asked that question.

"Love?"

"Yes, have you ever been in love?"

Vera moved, she wore a dress that had been stripped by the man.

"Yes, first." said Vera then moved towards the refrigerator. He also took water and drank it.

"Have you?"

"Yes, with someone. But we had different beliefs, she then married a man who had one belief with her."

"Then now, do you love someone?"

"No."

Vera again sipped the drink in her hand. Now Amman knows that Vera does not love him. Vera only enjoys this statusless relationship out of sheer pleasure, not because she loves Amman.

Suddenly Amman was thinking again, Arka's speech about love. Arka seemed to corner him as a man who had never felt that way.

"Hhhhh." Amman breathed.

"Ok, I'm going first."

Amman kissed Vera's lips and prepared.

"In the suitcase there is 200 million money, shop whatever you want. If I transfer, Rachel will know, because she's monitoring all the transactions I've been doing."

"Ok." said Vera.

Amman took his suit and left the apartment.

While in a car, Arka who now wants to go home with his son and his wife also fell silent. He was still thinking about what his mother said about his father this morning.

Last before returning home, Arka had asked again about the photo of her father. But my mother did not have it. Her mother said if she wanted to know her father's face, Arka just needed to look in the mirror. Because his father's face is exactly the same as Arka's.

Arka was confused. Although similar, but what he will see in the glass is himself. He'll find nothing there but weirdness. Strange already staring at himself, to look for the figure of others.

"Ka, what are you doing?. Tired huh?" ask Amanda to Arka.

Since then, her husband has been quieter. Usually he will talk and interact, both with Amanda and the babies in the back.

"Yes Man, kind of sleepy." Arka continued to lie so that his wife did not suspect.

"Yes, it will be so you go straight to sleep." said Amanda.

Arka nodded too.

"Hoaahuu."

The babies are talking.

"No, yeah, deck. Later go home do not be naughty, do not ask memenin play first with papa." Amanda reminds her babies, while Arka is now laughing.

"Later to play with papa ya, deck. Abis that's papa bobok."

"Hoaaaa."

As if to answer, the voices of the babies again made Arka and Amanda laugh. They went home to Arka's house that afternoon. Because according to the promise to the neighbors around, in the past.

That they would bring Azka and Afka occasionally there, so that the neighbors there could see the babies.

***

Amman asked Rachel a question that night, causing Rachel to choke to laugh.

"Why do you ask me that, after all these years I have accompanied you in every way."

"I'm not talking about how long you've been with me. What I'm asking is, do you love me or not?"

Rachel fell silent to the question, and Amman needed no more answers. He now poured the wine back into the glass, then sipped it until it ran out.

He knew this sounded a jerk, but Arka was right about the question he was asking. About being loved and loving. Amman forgets whether he ever loved or loved, until this moment he never felt it.

What is love, how does it form and look like, what does it feel like?. All he knew from childhood was to study hard, to fulfill all the ambitions of his parents. Married because of his parents, then enjoyed various relationships with many women. By using the power and money he has of course.

He never even knew, when he managed to fuck a woman. Whether the woman who finished making love to him will think of him or not.

As the night went up, Amman continued to slay under the influence of alcohol. That's all he can do. Although the drink is just a liquid, but maybe that substance loves Amman the most. Because he was always there when Amman needed him.

***

Arka invites to play the babies for a while, then fell asleep soundly. The babies also fell asleep after being given ASI by their mothers. Now live Amanda herself who sits at the dining table, while enjoying a glass of warm milk and also fried that she made herself.

While in another corner of the city, in a luxury apartment. Ryan seemed silent, for some reason he thought of Arka.

The young man had been pestering his heart for some time lately. The way he talks, smiles, his face, his posture, his gestures. Somehow he felt like he was seeing a photocopyan of himself.

Suddenly he remembered something.

"Deadily?" muttered later.

Ryan was hit, sitting on the dining table chair with a weak heart. He just remembered the woman in his past.

"But, is it possible?" mumbling again.

Ryan rushes, picks up the car keys and moves down the apartment. He got into the car and drove the vehicle somewhere. He still remembered exactly the place, but unfortunately his face had changed. Many new buildings and shops were built nearby. Ryan has a little trouble.

He looked and searched around, the place had really turned confusing. But immediately he stopped, when he saw a roadside cigarette shop. From inside the shop appeared an old man, his age. He remembers buying cigarettes in the shop.

"Yanto."

Ryan greeted the man, the man who owned the stall noticed.

"Ryan?"

Ryan smiled.

"Ryan."

The two of them hugged each other for a long time, they had not met. There is a sense of haru and also miss there.

"How are you, Ryan?"

"Okay, how are you?" ask Ryan.

The two then talked and exchanged news. Shortly after, Ryan asked about Ningsih.

"Asih Sukma Ningsih right?. Who often eat fried food here with you." asked Yanto.

"Yes, where is he now?"

"Less to know. Not long after you say haste that day, Ningsing was doomed."

"Attomans?"

"Yes, she said she's pregnant with a guy but doesn't know whose guy. Ningsih was cast out with her family."

"Delivered?"

"Yes, after that I heard nothing more. Even his family moved all of them from here."

Ryan was silent, his heart so hard hit. He did not expect that Ningsih would be expelled by his family. When he used to raise Nino as a child, he was actually looking for Ningsih at that time. But in their home there was no one else, and Yanto was not selling for several years. Because migrating to another city, at least that's the info Ryan got at that time.

Ryan just asked the neighbors around, the neighbors did not know where Ningsih and his family went. Because it looks like their house has been quietly abandoned.

I don't know, maybe not strong because of blasphemy or something. What is clear now, he must find the whereabouts of Ningsih and also the boy. If Ningsih still maintains her pregnancy, then the child is now around 21 or 22 years old.