Meine Schatz, Paris, Richnightson, Sous le ciel Parisien

Filles masquées sur les enfers.

Well..for me. Success is like while we gonna do onani or masturbate. you can only reach it right, with your own hand


biadab !! bedebah !!

umpatku tak henti henti.

aku tidak tau bagaimana aku bisa terdampar di pesta Halloween di bulan April. its too early.

I mean, why should-on-this-earth-i-must-attending-a-weird-party-that-full-of-my-EX ?!!!

damn,, (sigh) am trapped !!


“heyy Archer, are you gonna fvck that cocktail ??!!”

oh damn, David. That guy just cant stop to interrupt me to go down to the floor. but what am doing just, tetap berdiri di pojok balcon, asik menyeruput fruits cocktail yang sedari tadi tidak habis-habis.
uppss,, astaga, hampir saja buah melon tertelan bulat bulat dikerongkonganku, untung bukan sendoknya.

aku melihat Vania, my ex, sedang berdansa dengan seorang lelaki bertopeng. hahaha.. aku hafal sekali gerakan itu. i mean, while she seducing. bagaimana dia mengerakkan pantatnya seolah dengan sengaja menyentuh bagian bagian tertentu si anu, so it will blow your mind to the kind of feelings yang iya iya.

then am just disgusting while i remember how she fake her orgasm while we were in bed. i mean, i know she have the real one or three already on that night, but the fake one, still fresh on my. (sigh)

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“tidaaak tidakkk.. dia tidak ada apa-apanya dibanding dengan kamu sayang, lihat, bahkan adik perempuanku mengomentari performance kita. Saudara-saudaraku masih sering menanyakan tentangmu. tidak, untuk apa aku gombal, kamu memang masih yang terbaik, dia hanya blablablabla..”


aku sudah lelah berdiri, tapi duduk di samping Julian yang asik menggombali mantannya, adalah pilihan yang buruk.
10 menitan aku mendengar dia menceritakan tentang keburukan istrinya pada mantannya itu. bagaimana ia menyanjung si mantan dan memuji performance kelas dansa mereka berdua yang ia unggah ke jejaring sosial. aku tau betul tabiatnya. dia sendiri yang asik membuka Facebook adiknya, dan menulis komentar-komentar manis tentang mereka.


are you asking how i know about that ?

i watch out his another phone on the table, the screen still open with various messages come :

and he just ignore and keep talking
on the phone. and maybe he didnt recognize me, or am just invisible on that time.

Damn man !!

and one african boy with mask come closer to me,

‘Archer,, is that you? i know its you, haha whats up my man ?”

he shake my hand and hugs me.

“Daniel haha..oh gosh am great my man (my voice trembling cz he shake my body hard while hugging me) and you still recognize me wow hehe…”

“well actually i already stared at you since 5 minute ago, till you open your mask and…”

“owh hahaha…yeah.. i cant breath well, the smells…so terrible hehe.. so Dan,, what are you living around..?”

“haha yes that why so i take it off. am working in St Louis Hospital since 3 month ago. everything nice here, huh ?”

“well yeahh.. alright Doctor, am glad to heard you works around here but i hope we will never meet in your work place, i want to be health as always hahaha”

“hahaha amen amenn.. so with who you come ?”

“”well i-”  . Am not yet finish my words while a parisian blonde girl come and dirrectly kiss Dan.

“Oh lemme introduce you, sweetheart this is Archer my college friend, and Archer this is my fiancee, Loverita..”

“oh hellow miss Lovey, nice to meet you..”

i kiss her hand.

“awwhh nice to meet you to Mr.Archer.. Alright honey, I just want to make sure you are alright, i will go down, and enjoy your time. Mr.Archer, take your time please..”

“Profite de ta danse, Lovey..!!”

She go after kiss Daniel again, and gimme a cute wink i dont understand.

I walk to the balcon rows, and watch down stairs all the lovers or anything of that, were in dance. well this kind of things just will be make me miss her, alright i will just take a food–
“ohhh Suis tellement désolé Monsieur !!”
another parisian girl in mask crash me hard and spill her cold wine in my chest, i mean my coat, no-its spill in my chest, till am gasping of that cold wine.
“non je suis désolé. c’est de ma faute..”


i try to wipe that wine from my chest till her hand already go there with a fragrace handkerchief, and i dirrectly look at her..

“Archer ??”

“Selena ??”

we sureprized and recognizing one each other.

oh Goshh..why should on this eaaaarrtthhhhhh.


aku benar-benar sangat mengutuki malam itu.



kami memilih duduk di sudut lain yang tidak begitu bising.
aku ingin mendengar cerita apa yang bisa dia bagikan setelah sekian lama tidak mendengar sedikitpun tentang dia,
atau aku mungkin tidak ingat tentang dia ketika aku sibuk mengingat Lailyku saja.

tidak banyak yang berubah. kami banyak diam.
suara music malam itu sangat keras, bahkan bassnya mampu membuat degub jantung bergetar.
tapi seolah kami ditelan sunyi yang paling lengang seketika. entah karena apa. 

Selena adalah gadis terpandai di kelas filsafat. tak jarang aku mendapatinya asik bergumam sendiri di pojok Library.
aku yakin dia akan terus seperti itu jika dehemanku tidak membuyarkan keasyikannya.

a smart and cherish girl, satu-satunya pemetik Harpa di orchestra kami who also a fashion models. dari 1-10, dia mendapat poin 9,5 versi para pangeran kampus.

Dialah gadis idaman setiap mahasiswa Sorbonne University kala itu. termasuk aku.

tidak ada yang menarik tentang kedekatanku dengan Selena sebelum kami berpacaran.

I mean, apa yang asik dari sekedar bercerita tentang Leonardo Davinci ato Aristoteles dan Charles Darwin dengan teori-teorinya ?
bahkan perjuanganku untuk mendapatkan dia bisa dikatakan tidaklah serumit yang kalian kira. atau mungkin dia yang menyerah kepadaku begitu saja.
hahaha konyol.

tapi aku selalu datang setengah jam lebih awal, dan merelakan 10 menit pelajaran berlalu hanya demi menungguinya masuk kelas filsafat.
aku tau dia selalu datang terlambat karena kelas modelingnya. dan aku selalu menunggunya memasuki kelas lebih dahulu, hanya untuk memastikan aku bisa duduk di sampingnya, satu-satunya bangku kosong yang tersisa.
aku tau tidak akan ada yang berani menduduki tempat duduk tepat di tengah depan whiteboard itu, kelas kami selalu penuh jika kami datang semua, tapi bisa dipastikan seluruhnya pasti datang.

karena Profesor kami bukanlah Profesor yang toleran tentang absent, kami boleh absent jika kami sedang dikebumikan, begitu katanya.
sekali waktu ada salah seorang mahasiswa tidak hadir, dan menyisakan 2 bangku kosong yang diduduki seorang-seorang saja, Selena dan Tommy.

dengan santainya aku memilih duduk dengan Selena.
aku kambing hitamkan kacamataku, aku sampaikan padanya aku tidak kelihatan jika duduk di belakang.


hari dimana pertama kali kami berkencan adalah dirumahnya.


Selena adalah anak semata wayang dari Tuan dan Nyonya Frederic Chottard. mereka keluarga yang cukup terpandang, tak heran kadang Selena mendapatkan perlakuan khusus, karena Tuan Frederic adalah salah satu penyuntik dana proyek terbesar di kampus.
ulang tahunnya yang ke 22 kala itu tanpa dihadiri mama papanya. malam itu bertepatan dengan malam diresmikannya Resort baru mereka di private island di Oklahoma.
mereka sengaja membuka Resort itu sebagai kado untuk Selena, Selena Lux Royals Resort. mendengar namanya saja, aku sudah bisa membayangkan apa saja kemewahan di dalamnya.
tak banyak yang bisa ku ingat dari malam itu kecuali Gemerlapnya pesta dansa dan barbeque,

Dan bagaimana aku tiba-tiba terbangun dengan masing-masing tangan dan kakiku sudah terikat di tempat tidur… and am nude.



aku melihat seorang hadis, a nude girl, duduk membelakangiku di tepi tempat tidur yang sama.
“you wake up already..?”


“Selly..what are you doing ? for Jesus sake please help me, who tied me like this ? Selly please gimme that towel, cover me eerrgghh..”



aku panik. mengetahui gadis yang duduk tenang di samping tempat tidur itu adalah Selena. aku meronta mencoba melepaskan diri.
“this towel ?” . Selena melemparkan handuk itu tepat di bagian paling private milikku.

“you would need that for shower later, not now..”



she goes closer..and kiss me. i can see how her breasts swaying and how she move her body eroticly to seduce me.
“Sell..please..”

“please what..?”

“whatever you gonna do, please stop it!!!” .



oh my god, aku sedang dikamar bersama gadis idaman remaja pria seantero Paris, dan dia sedang telanjang menari-nari diatas tubuhku, dengan lantangnya aku berkata stop this ??

Helloooww… Munafvck sekali.

“you say you wanna do this with me ? come on, i know you want it also, didnt you ?”

“yhesss…yhess (gasping) i want it.. (gasping) but please (gasping again) not like this..”

but she’s not listen to me. she took my tie and tied in on my eyes.

“Selll pleaseee !!! what is this ??!!” . Am more panic. No, am really freaking out.


“ssshhhhh…i know you still virgin, gimme this honor. i will make that man out from you..”



She whispering that horror words that make me goosebumps, with put her finger in my lips and then sealed it with a kiss. i can feel her kiss down to my neck and shoulders..while her palms and fingers touching my face and my ear.

She wildly down in the middle of my chest.. tickling my nips and keep running down her kiss to my tummy.
oohhhhh sssshhhhh dhaammnnn



I feel something i never felt before, how she touch, and how her hair just falls and swept my skin during her kiss over my body.
She stop in my belly button and play her tongue over it.

Dammnnnn emmmmhhhhh sheelll



Am confused with what i feel. I feel so shame, feel good, and feel mad in the same time.

Then she bite that towel and remove that from my little one, i can feels her softly palms rubbing my thighs…

Ohhhh hhmm sshhoottsssss

“Shellll pleasseeee…pleasee stop it..!!” (am gasping unconditionaly)


But again she’s didnt listen to me. She keep busy. And i can feels her fingers touching my balls…a second then i can feel something warm and wet covering my little one.

Damnnnn!!! She put mine in her mouth. And teasing it like a hungry kids on their ice cream.

Aaasshhhhh shhootssss that—soo–gooodd.



Selene really know how to treat my lil one, she keep suck it wildly while her left hand rubbing my nip and her right hand just give massage to my balls..

And thats really burn me on.

Till I… I….

“sorry Sir, Miss, do you need more wine ?”

What ?? Ah. Shoots. Aku hampir saja tenggelam terlalu jauh dalam kenangan kenangan terlarang, andai Serveur itu tidak menghentikan hayalanku.

Dia pergi setelah kami berdua menggeleng berjamaah.

“so are you still with Veronica ?” . Selena mencoba mencairkan suasana.
“Vero ?? Well nope. I think you already heard from many people, she was just used me. After broke up I never heard about her anymore.”


“haha..seriously ? well.. If you want to heard about her maybe you can found her down stairs”

“what ?? She is here too ???”

Goddamm what kind of night. Should I asking to God why He drag me to this hell ??

“yes,,look…She married to a parisian boy too last month, thats her husband..”

I just can stared to a drunk girl that dancing on the table, and her husband who’s drunken too, keep laughing on her.
Hahaha now am decide to thanksful to God cause am so lucky, I would have shame if am marrying her.

A crazy hedon materialistic girl, that only know how to spent than to gain. She never spent or thinked to give me any greetings Christmas cards or birthday present, nothing, even 1 Franc. But then she bought newest Dolce & Gabbana suits On 14 of may, the day after she said sorry can gimme any present cause she have no money. Then i recognized 1 month later i got a hi bill on my debit card to buy that suits. Damn she was using my card and i dont know about that. What kind of.

Well am so tired. All proposal and dateline of my project. My soul tired. This night torture me.

I really am not enjoying that party.
Am go back home with Paul..My next door.
He drove me with his car.
I hope somebody will hit my head till am fainting. Am so tired and dizzy. But all this drunken guy make this car feels like another hells to me. I really won’t to die early. I should have to marry Laily.
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4:38 Am – My apartement

I open the door slowly, i know she probably still sleep, and her alarm will wake up her in 22 minutes.. As always, or she make it more late.

I see her sleep like an angel, oh how i really miss her.

5 days in Bordeux make me stupid.

I go shower fastly, and set on my coffee maker.. and check my phone. Died.
Omygod.. I even didnt check my phone whole along nite. She should be send me any messages or misscalls. Asshh she should be worried me.

Then i looking for her phone, and gonna check what messages she sent to me. Or misscalls, or..

What is this ? She was in call with somebody at 3:12am ?

In the very early morning ? I scroll down and same number also calling in the same time.

Who is this ? Why has no name ? And why always call in that time ?


Then my coffee kettle whistle,,

I turn it off for not getting noise.

the same time, her alarm also ringing.

Oh Shoots. This phone still on my hand. I put my tray and tiptoe to the bed and cover up the phone in her blanket.
“Buenos dias amor.. Mmmwaachh”

She looked sureprise and just staring at me.

“heii.. (i swap her cheek softly) am i sureprised you..?” . I kiss her forehead. I know she still half asleep.

“whh-what time you come back baby..?”


“couple minute ago..”

I take coffee tray from minibar, i can see her face and her hands busy looking for something from the kettle glass. I know she looking for her phone.
“i see you sleep like a baby, so i decide to wake up you with… Tarrraaaaa….”

“emhhhh coffee…you are the best baby…”

“I hope you didnt mind to have breakfast in bed..”

“noo…It would be perfect…hmmmm…Its smells so good..”

“well i try to found something for our breakfast but seems you forgot to go to the market place again..”

“i did.. I just forgot to take it out from car. Wait i will make something for us..”

She just going to jump from the bed if am not handle her hand stop.

“baby…….i miss u……”

She turn her self and take a seat on my thighs.

“(she kiss my forehead) I miss you more…. tell me…. how you like your sandwich to served..? with tomatoes…? with beef…?”

“with your kiss…”

we are france kissing…

Till drown…

Forget about the coffee.. The breakfast.. The party.. The calls..

We just bitting.. Hugging…
Till all sounds is just a lovely sounds..
Sigh and moan in the early morn.

All of us deserved a vibrantly morning waves,
the greater way than a coffee or sandwich to start a mornspring  haze.

For me, success love story is like this :

There’s me, our life, you in my side, with the kiss.

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