Papa's Substitute for Altaf
Chapter 25's

"I'm so sorry. Cika must be very sad to lose her mother." Said Ratih also felt the same loss, he had lost his father who died when he was still in Junior High luck because at least he still remembers how the affection and struggle of the Father.

"At least we're luckier than you. Mas Indra remarried even if Altaf wanted to meet, we could still see him. Different from you... Aaahh, sorry... I'm a baper..." Said Ratih in a little laugh interlude and rubbed the end of his watery eyes.

Foano looked at the beautiful face of Ratih without blinking. Pulling the hand of the woman who was still rubbing the end of her beautiful eyes. Foa's other hand touched Rati's chin, slowly approaching Foa's face, closing his eyes as the distance grew thinner.

Ratih still opened his eyes, Foa's lips were already stuck on his lips. Foa's gentle movements and warm sips forced his increasingly heavy eyelids and closed. In the silence of the morning before noon, the two tongues fused together, blending sweetness and mint.

Ratih's hand moved slowly hugging the neck of the first-born widower who was increasingly excited to dig at the mouth of Ratih with his tongue. Foa's hand shifted to massage Ratih's back, and pressed his nape to deepen his kiss.

Foa took off his pangutan as Ratih began to run out of breath, letting the one-bred widow catch her breath first. Foa's hands shifted in sequence along the body of Ratih up to his waist lifting the slender body up the lap.

Foa's hand massaged onto Ratih's back, shifting from his nape to his chin, with an eye that could not be separated from Ratih's slightly open lips. The woman's lipstick was messy and even moved partially on Foa's lips.

"What are you wearing?" Tanya Foa inhaled the niche of Ratih's neck.

"I usually use Masa's product. But, my lipstick was finished..."

Not finished the answer from Ratih he heard, Foa had tasted again the taste of the woman's lips on his lap. Foa's hands began to mischievously infiltrate into Ratih's clothes. The skin is covered by a green and white sweeter.

Hot air crawled the bodies of both, the cold AC in the room was not able to cool the turmoil in the body of the widower and widow. Who continue to be immersed in a kiss that is more crazy.

Foa's hand pulled off Ratih's sweeter, until the widow's upper body was seen wearing only underwear. Foa again clenched his lips. Hugging Ratih's back tighter. Foa's hands back to massage Ratih's back. Remove the bra hook until it comes off. Along with Ratih who suddenly took off his pangutan.

Foano looked at Ratih with eyes hanging. While Ratih quickly crossed his hands on the chest. He got up from Foa's lap and turned. Step a little away.

"This is not true." His murmur softly rejected the action that was already beyond bounds.

Foa looked at Ratih's open back, with the bra hook still loose. Foano got up from his seat walking closer and put on another hook for Ratih's bra. Foano's fingers combed the skin of the back of the jiggled Traini. Then it slipped in the belly of the widow who had one child. Hugging that slender body from behind.

Foa's lips landed on Ratih's shoulder which was still open.

"Foe... This is not true. L'm... I have to go home." Said Ratih escape from the arms of the cool widower similar to Jimin.

He picked up a sweeter that was stranded on the edge of the sofa quickly put it on.

"Don't go."

Train is lowering the sweeter from the chest limit to his stomach.

"Don't go, Train, stay here." Pinta Foano with pleading eyes.

"Sorry..." Lirih Ratih who no longer want to be out of control. Maybe if he continues to be in Foano's apartment where there are only the two of them. It will end in bed.

Ratih stepped away, he was very conscious, his self was a widow, and Foa a widower. Where to go if he stays there. Just now, Foa has taken off his sweeter. Maybe the next one is his pants.

Elevator door opens. Ratih rushed into that square room, twisted his body and raised a hand about to press a button. His Netra was breaking, Foa no was already standing right in front of him. The widow came to the elevator.

Foa clapped Ratih's body until stamped on the elevator barrier locked the tiny body there. His hand gripped the wrist of the woman who was now in front of him. Foa's eyes reflected on Ratih's lips whose color had faded.

He gulped his saliva, slowly his face approached, the roar of heavy breathing and quickly pierced into Ratih's face. Foa opened his mouth and took a sip of Ratih's tiny lips.

His tongue was scratching the lips that were still tightly clenched, until Ratih's defense broke down and let Foano's tongue slip into his mouth. Exploring the depths and bulldozing the entire cavity of his mouth.

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Since that day, since that kiss, Ratih no longer appeared in front of Foano. He disappeared, although Ratih is still actively writing, but all he did without going through Foano. What's more after he found out, Foano is not an editor like he once admitted.

Foano several times checked the account owned by Ratih, he was a little disappointed that Ratih no longer involved himself in any writing that Ratih made.

Foano knew, Ratih had the same feelings as him, but he did not understand, why Ratih just continued to avoid and away.

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That morning, as Cika kept whining to meet with Ratih. Foano finally brings Cika to Ratih's house. His heart was pounding as his car had entered the corner of the alley of Ratih's house.

"More."

Foano stuck to Cika who held out a tissue to him, briefly then re-attached his focus to the front.

"Papa's sweating." Said Cika rubbed the forehead and temples of Foano who was sweating, even though at that time the AC was quite tight.

"Papa, don't be so tense. Aunt Ratih is good. He must be sorry papa."

"Do you know what Miss?"

"When you know, papa kiss Aunt Ratih right in the elevator."

Foano's eyes widen. "You...."

Cika smiled widely. "Well, why don't you ask how Cika knows?"

"No." Firmly Foano slowed down his car and stopped right in front of Ratih's house.

"Assynoltom..." Foano and Cika simultaneously spoke.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." The voice from within, which follows the shadow of a woman.