Rasuk
Seductions

Nola quickly pulled Al's hand to rush off towards the carriage earlier. Without waiting for an answer from the young man of responsibility, Nola just kept walking hastily.

Al frowned as he felt something coiling around the girl's wrist. Releasing Nola's checks and changing his hands are blocking.

"Wait, La!"

Nola paused a step, turning back with a slight frown on her forehead.

"Why?" tanyanya's confused. The desire of the heart continued to quickly arrive at the place in question, but as soon as he saw the tense line on Al's face, he chose to stop and wait for what the young man would do.

Without answering any questions from him, Al rolled up the sleeves of the jacket to Nola's right. Curious about how his hand felt earlier, there was a circular object there.

The two bought once they saw a bracelet made of small wooden balls encircling Nola's wrist.

"What's this?" Nola raised her hand right in front of her face. Look closely at the winding of the bracelet. Examine it carefully, flipping through it in order to find clues.

"You're wearing this from home?" Al asked in wonder.

Nola never wears any jewelry. Moreover, it is only made of ordinary wood which if estimated there is no price at all. Nola herself did not know and was not aware of when she was wearing it.

"I don't know, I don't feel like I have a bracelet. It's from wood, right? When am I gonna wear this, huh?" said Nola astonished herself while looking at the prayer beads in hand.

Al looked like he realized something. His gaze lifted at Nola who was still busy thinking about the bracelet in her hand.

"La, I think I know where the bracelet came from" Al chirped to the old man who helped them earlier.

Nola lifted her face from her hands, looking confusedly at the male friend in front of her.

"Where from?" Asked confused.

"I'm not wrong, maybe the old man loved me. I don't know and I don't see when he pairs it up, but it's like he's the one who plugs in. Come on, we gotta hurry!" al said again as he pulled Nola's hand to hurry to meet the old man.

However, not yet arrived at the next carriage, the train again stopped. They had to step aside first to make way for the passengers who were up and down.

Luckily, the electric train didn't stop for long. It quickly returned after the door closed. Al and Nola continued their steps towards the carriage where the man had been. The door opened immediately, their steps even wide and quickly wanted to immediately meet him.

However, after being in the next carriage, there was nothing they saw. There were no passengers in the car. Empty, and deserted.

"Maybe we got the wrong carriage," Al chirped quickly pulling Nola back to the next carriage.

They saw one by one the faces of the passengers inside the carriage. Expect to meet one of the passengers who had one room with him. However, the result, nil.

Al continued the search, to the next carriage. Look back at the passengers' faces with jelly. Again they found none of them in the carriage where they had fled.

The two sat back down in a daze. Their shoulders fell down, tired and desperate to find the helper.

"I'm not wrong, he said he wanted to go down in Rangkasbitung as well. It should still be on the train, dong. Keep where?" Al thought hard.

Almost all of their carriages had already been piled up one by one, but the old face they could not find. Maybe not his soul mate.

"How serious? I feel so guilty about that father" said Nola sadly.

Today Al feels Nola is different, he has another side besides being haughty and arrogant. Care also for empathy, and guilt that had never before been seen on that beautiful face.

"I don't know, hopefully we can meet again in Rangkasbitung later," said Al in the end.

To search again, it felt impossible because other than being tired, they also did not know where the old man was. Then, Nola's state was also weak, her pale face was sweating. It would be impossible to force him to go back to walking down every train car.

So they decided to sit down to rest while hoping to meet his figure at the last station later.

"You're sleepy and tired, just sleep. There is no one. Calm down, I won't say anything about you. Your face shoots really high" said Al staring at Nola anxiously.

"Thank you, yes, you already know me" he said, laying in the passenger seat.

Unknowingly one hand rubbed the prayer bracelet and grasped it. There was a sense of security and comfort flowing into his body as he did that. Perhaps it serves as his own protector from the interference of all beings that cannot be seen with the eyes tel*nj*ng.

Al looked in the distance, his mind still raging on the old man who was helping them. He dropped his head on the window, leaning against the ceiling of the room.

"I need an explanation of all this, but who can explain? You know the only person who knows about this, he must also know why Nola can be like that," muttered Al while continuing to think hard.

His consciousness was lost in thought. The wind gently blows greeting the skin of his cheeks. Like a warm and soothing caress. Gradually his eyelids began to close, lulled in the wishful thinking of a touch.

"It's just the two of you here, haven't you liked him for a long time? Now's your chance to get him. Don't sleep, wake up! Look, he's sleeping."

A whisper reached Al's ear, smooth and dabbing. Seduce affectionately so that he does what his heart wants.

"Open your eyes, Al. Look at the girl, waiting for you to touch," said his heart again increasingly teasing.

"No! Just go! Don't bother me!" Batin Al rebel.

"You're a coward, Al. When there is a chance like this, you refuse. I know, your maleness soul wants you to do that. I also know you're often jealous if she's the same guy again. Now, time for you, Al. Prove that you like him," said the voice again increasingly aggressively teasing the fragile side of Al.

Al gulped his saliva, the sweat gathered on both temples slowly began to descend soaking the cheeks and neck. Its jakun rises and falls carried by the intoxicating flow of the crane. A sense of wanting to tame all the blessings that the heaven of the world has to offer.

The eyelids slowly opened, the manic descending on a figure of a sleeping body bending its own body. Nola looked seductive, apatah again as her legs rubbed against each other.

His body wriggled in sleep, inviting something he had never known before. Again he gulped, the temptation that was delivered whisper really made him drift not kepalang.

Al moved, looking at his eyes could not be separated from the helpless girl there. From the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot he stared at with full hasr*t. Al was tempted. Both feet began to tread slowly, the sound of support continued to cram his ears.

"Yes, so. If you're a gini, then you're called a man."

"Take a good look, she's beautiful, isn't she? Sexy, a lot of guys want to be with him. The same body. You wanna know? She's still a virgin. No one has touched me yet."

"Yes, you will be the luckiest man. Try it, it must taste legit like a layer cake. You'll forget the land, keep drifting high into space."

"No, Al. Stop, Al. Don't follow their talk. Inget, Al, he's your friend! He must be disappointed if you do! Opponent, Al!"

The other side of him warned. Creating a turmoil between want and not. Al's step stopped, a little hesitation arose in the mind.

"Don't beat him! That's your naive side of talking. The part inside you is called coward. You know cowardly, right? Low-down. Don't beat him up, just do what you want" whispered the others won't lose.

Al was in a dilemma, his legs glued to the floor near Nola lying down. His body was still tempting despite being wrapped in a thick jacket and hiding every curve. In fact, Al had never seen him in the open, but imagining the flawless smooth white skin had made him intoxicated.

His hands stretched out to reach the girl's body, shaking all the flavors until her fingers dripped with sweat. Maybe he had been gulped dozens of times, but still not able to quench the thirst that continues to roil in the chest.

"Stop, Al! Don't do that. Remember, you're a man of pride, Al. You are a man of dignity, responsible and trustworthy. Stop right there and go back to your seat, Al!" firmly the other side rejects the dark invitation in Al's soul.

The young man lowered his hand. Slowly, but surely. He clenched his fingers, his head bowed, his jaw hardened, in order to resist the desire that should never have arisen in his heart.

"Why? Why quit? Do you want to be a coward forever? Hiding behind a friend is also pity? Cih ... weak! Remember, the weak will never survive to the end!" the flickering of the other side Al made him growl.

His fist grew tighter and tighter until his knuckles turned white. The flesh of the palm was even torn due to the impact of his nails. All this is done to maintain awareness.

"I am not weak! I'm not a coward. I am not weak. I am not a weak man! I'M NOT A COWARD!" Al shouted at the end of the sentence.

His chest cavity narrowed, his breathing hunted, the sweat increasingly pouring in his face to the whole body. All the whispers disappeared by themselves.

"Al, why are you here?"