A Warm Place

" Is this a dream ? I didn't think I brought a man into my apartment, and what's even more crazy is that he is definitely a poor man I have to avoid. Should I throw him out ? Ahh .. no way "

( I'm babbling in my heart )

" Are you just going to stand there ? "

His voice suddenly stopped my inner rebellion.

" Ahh sit there, I will make you food "

The man took off his jacket and t-shirt. My mind began to drift and think of strange things.

" Oww.. what are you doing? You don't need to take your clothes off, do you ? "

" Ha, don't pretend you've never seen it before, don't you want it too ? "

" What do you mean ?! I'm a good girl, huh ! "

" There are still good women in this era ? "

He always grins wryly whenever he replies to my words.

" Eat this and just stuff your mouth "

" So this is all you have ? Even this place is like the Sahara desert "

His words to me while slapping on the toast he laughed at. But he even spent mine too. After being fed it seems to be a bird that starts to talk a lot.

" Are you that poor ? "

" Ahhh.. are you full? Can you talk ? "

" Ha ha ha... "

He laughed naturally this time, which showed his warm side.

" I'm going to take a shower, sleep downstairs "

As I pointed at the floor with the very thin carpet that this house has built in and I threw a pillow.

Actually I rarely take a shower, no matter where or whenever. But today I have to keep my girl image. Yes, even if it's just a poor man, I must still look charming, right? But look at the man also doesn't care Even though he doesn't take a bath.

30 minutes is enough, at night the water will get colder.

Half surprised I made him, he did not even obey my words. Indeed sleeping on the floor is very uncomfortable. But where would I sleep if he took my bed.

Annoyance brought my body to end up sitting on the bed beside him. Intending to roll his body so that he fell down, my hand fell to his eye. I didn't realize I was slipping and lying side by side facing his face at the end of the bed.

" Look who says I'm poor, you're even poorer "

I touched his brown and very curly eyelashes. The nose is pointed and narrows at the bottom. His mustache and beard make him look mature.

On his chest is drawn a tattoo symbol of a team / organization. Some of the remaining six pack looks faded by his distended stomach.

Then he quickly pulled my arm that was on his stomach behind his back and there was no longer any distance between us.

" Are you pretending to be asleep ? You enjoy it when I touch you ? "

" Didn't you enjoy it more, did you expect something ? "

" Ha, am I Crazy ? Of course not, I just admire your eyes, that's all. Listen, you're not even my type. I don't like poor men "

" Ohhhh.. so you don't like poor men but want to hug them ? "

His words made me realize that I was still holding him. As soon as possible I tried to release him but he held me tighter. His body reminded me of Jacob in the twilight movies. Although he was as cold as Edward but his body was so warm. I'd even be willing to be Bella Swan, I thought.

" Do you like me ? "

" Impossible !! " I replied.

" Then who did you see at the cafe a while ago? Isn't that me ? "

" Ha ?! definitely not you "

" Ohhhh so you like my fat friend ? Then why don't you go with him ? "

" Are you crazy !! I saw him. He, ummm... The owner of the cafe "

" Haha... Don't like me. It's not good to just like someone. Are you this easy? You're not my type either " he said

" You also hug someone who is not your type "

" Hahaha.. Men don't choose favoritism, anyone as long as it's free "

OMG. His words were really annoying. I want to hit that big head.

" So what's your name ? "

" Julie, Juliette. And who are you ? "

" Haha.. Really doesn't suit you "

" Let it go. Are you the leader of your group ? "

" Yeah, pretty much like that "

" So what's your name ? "

He was silent. He didn't say anything. I saw his eyes were tightly closed. Well I'm going to sleep with him tonight, I'm sure nothing will happen.

In my heart : " Am I not flirting at all ? Am I really not beautiful in his eyes ? Is he not excited at all ? Is it possible he's a ( gay ) ? "

Who knows. That's how those thoughts lulled me to sleep.

Whether it was a dream or not, there was something warm on my lips, at that moment I felt half asleep half awake. I feel so warm tonight. This is what it feels like to have someone in your life. A cradle of mortal comfort the world has to offer.

The warmth began to change and it felt hotter, I could see a dazzling light in my sleep. Is this heaven? Is this just an interpretation of happiness that springs from my deepest feelings. As the light grew stronger I opened my eyes.

Oh my gosh it's already morning. It was around 10 o'clock when I saw someone's shadow in front of my eyes. I opened my eyes wider and right in front of me was a poor man I met yesterday. I just remembered.

When he saw me awake, our eyes met for a very long time. They seemed to have seen each other for a long time, as if they had an intense conversation. It seems that our hearts have been linked from the start. The light in the eyes I saw today was so different, his gaze was more friendly and warm.

Like enchanted my head began to approach his face. As soon as possible he tried to get my point. I started to feel the warmth rising on my cheeks, the hairs of his mustache tickling my lips. I almost grabbed his hair and tried my best to bump his face into mine. His hands are so strong support my chin and hips.

The heat began to burn all areas of our bodies. My face had started to really turn tomato red. It's the first time I've felt vicious and passionate. A few pauses made me feel impatient. I didn't want to stop fondling his lips until he finally stopped himself. He tried to restrain himself from what might happen next.

Getting out of bed he quickly put on his jacket and prepared to leave.

" Are you going to go "

" I shouldn't be here, they must be looking for me "

" Are you coming back ? "

He took my makeup chair and took a sitting position right in front of me while placing his hands on my shoulders.

" Maybe, I don't know "

There is a slight disappointment in my chest. And he started talking again.

" I'm not a good person for you "

" Why not ? "

" Do you know what I'm doing here ? "

" I do not care "

" Find someone else who is good fit for you. And who is rich "

" No, I just want you. Okay let me get your phone number "

" For what? I won't answer either "

"Just give it "

I put it in my contact list on my phone. Detected a new name that smells of Muslims.

Then he stood up after completing his shoes. He was really going to leave and I suddenly felt like a wife who was about to leave her husband, who was a state soldier, who went to war outside the country for months. My tears have come to an end and will soon fall from the source. Like having the same feeling he approached me and hugged me. A kiss on the forehead was his goodbye. Then he turned and headed for the door.

" Wait .." I said like in a drama film.

" Yes, what ? "

" Can you lend me some money ? "

" Haha, do you want to be paid ? Even though we didn't do anything "

" Should we do it ? "

With a teasing tone I wrapped my arms behind his neck.

" Hahaha.."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few pieces of paper from his wallet.

" Is this lacking ? "

" Of course not !! haaaaa..."

I whimpered spoiled while holding the 200 dollar bill he stuck to my face, while he left me from the door.