Different Way Of Love

Chapter 9

Dissolved in Confusion

Splashes of water poured down my head and my entire body, wetting me, expelling the fatigue that stuck after seeing this strange situation. I could not accept the reality of my plan which to sacrifice Mirai to my and Sifa's flirtation. On the other hand, Sifa would not consider me as her lover if I refused to join in this flirtation plan.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind that I was tempted to make love with Mirai after seeing her stunning body. My wild thoughts imagined me making love with Mirai and Sifa in this room. I was tempted to masturbate because of my imagination. Now I have made peace with my thoughts a little and am ready to meet them.

I saw a sight that made my jealousy burn. My heart was burning seeing Mirai and Sifa making love in front of me when I came out of the bathroom. Their passion tempted me to immediately join their game.

"Honey, come here!" Mirai invited while she was playing m*ss v Sifa.

"Yes honey, don't be in a daze, come join us," Sifa replied.

"I should be the one making out with Sifa." My heart was broken.

"Even though you just finished taking a shower, I don't want to sweat anymore. You guys just continue, okay!" I said, avoiding their invitation.

I froze in confusion, just standing there watching them.

Mirai got up from the bed and pulled my hand. "Come on, I know you're embarrassed."

"A-aahh I don't want to. Sif, please, you guys!" I refused gently, not wanting to disturb this intimate atmosphere.

Sifa invited Mirai to lay me down on the bed. "Sis Mirai, bring Meske here, I insist!" Sifa said.

It was like a dinner dish served on the table. Sifa opened the towel I was wearing, like opening the dish that had been served. They sniffed and tasted the food before they ate it. I closed my eyes resignedly not wanting to do anything, I also sulked a little.

The touch of hands made me excited, my whole body occasionally trembled with amusement. I didn't know whose hands were stroking each part of my body. The body that I had just washed with cold water now felt warm from the touch of skin and sweat.

I felt their breath which was now no longer fast. They had reached their climax and began to end this lovemaking.

I opened my eyes, tonight they embraced me in their arms. Their breaths answered the sound of the waves, enticing me to kiss both of them who had fallen asleep.

The strange feeling that I was going through now slowly made me aware. The desire that I have is because it is sincere because of love, so I don't want to be cheated on or cheat. Every kiss I have is only for someone who now accompanies me every moment, only for Sifa. But does Sifa feel the same feeling as me, what is clear now is that I know that she is just a s*x hunter. I gently stroked their hair and brushed away the sweat on their foreheads, now I am asleep.

***

The seagull's chirp woke us up to hurry to get ready to go home. It took a short time to get us home on Sunday afternoon. We had arrived home.

The next day, school activities began. Sifa and I returned to our normal routine as students. Only this time it was different, I felt our relationship was strained. The greetings that I used to respond to cheerfully were now just like a passing wind, limited to flattery. Once again I realized that her flattery was only for the purpose of s****l desire.

During the break, Sifa said something to me. "Say, sorry I can't go home with you today, I have a painting discussion with a senior. Is that okay?"

"It's okay. But you'll let me know when you get home, okay?"

"Okay, boss!" Sifa replied. "You also let me know if anything happens, if you're horny, hehehe," she whispered.

"Wow, ready to plan!" I replied, feeling like I was denying her flattery.

The school bell rang and now the school gate where I used to wait to welcome her home with her atmosphere is no longer the same. I don't want to mourn all the way home on foot. I don't want to be lost in this confused wound. I shortened the trip home using an online motorbike rental vehicle.

The day towards the evening felt very long. I spent the rest of my time waiting for news of her arrival by writing a diary.

Sifa and I are a pair of poets. I write my imagination and feelings in a written story, while Sifa paints it. I write every imagination into a thick book filled with plain paper. Someday I will create a masterpiece from my writings.

Repeatedly I opened my cellphone to make sure if Sifa contacted me for a greeting or confession. The night had come waiting for news from her was just nonsense. I needed a confession from her.

***

The call to prayer echoed with the alarm, I ignored it until someone woke me up.

"Meske darling, wake up son!" Papa softly woke me up.

"When did Papa arrive home? How is Grandma?" I woke up fully conscious, I missed my dad.

That morning we asked each other how we were, to relieve our longing after not seeing each other for almost a week.

Today or until the day after tomorrow I want Mirai to take me to school, I want to get closer to him before he goes home to his hometown.

"Mes, come on hurry up before you're late!" Mirai called to immediately rush to school.

The clock showed 6.30. Today I wore a new school uniform and attributes. Don't forget the black hat that I bought while on vacation at the beach I wore. I didn't want Sifa's scent on my clothes, I was starting to get sick of it.

The school bell rang I immediately went to class. I passed Sifa's mother near the teacher's room. I greeted her and asked how she was.

"Hi Mom, why did you come to school, what's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"Meske dear, today I want to deliver Sifa's permission letter, last night she had a fever and was taken to the hospital. The doctor said she had dengue fever" explained my mother with a sad face.

With pity and worry I asked. "How is Sifa's condition now, Mom?"

"It seems to be getting better Mes, I'll let you know when she wakes up. Just pray for her, honey!" Mom said.

I listened to everything Mom said seriously. "Mom... Meske wants to meet Sifa, Meske is worried." I whined wanting to meet Sifa right away.

Mom patted her hand on my shoulder. "I'm worried too, don't worry, now finish your lesson, the others have entered class." Mom concluded.

I saw that there was only an empty bench beside me. I imagined her various jokes and pranks when we were in class. She was a cheerful child, she could liven up the atmosphere in class to be more fun and not boring. During school hours I thought about Sifa's critical condition. I opened my cellphone many times waiting for news from anyone about my best friend's condition. My mind started to get tired. During class hours I always asked permission to go to the bathroom, going only to pace back and forth.

I was stuck in a waiting time that felt long. "Sifa I want to meet soon." I thought to myself. Suddenly my tears fell, and I cried.