Shaka Bentala.Shaka for grace, gratitude, or open-mindedness.Bentala for the land, to be unlike the sky of high money and remain humble to the earth.That's what my mother says every time she reminds me of my name. I stroked the lettering that made up the letters of my name in the editorial arrangement on the first page of the book.The book in my hands had just come from the publisher's delivery as proof of my three-monthly labor as a copy editor. Once again, the books just filled the shelf without me reading them again.Actually, I'm less interested in something that has been discussed since the beginning. It's a different story if I buy a book because I'm curious about its contents based on the glimpse on the back cover.It turns out that the cell phone in my pants pocket vibrated and when I took it out, it revealed the arrangement of letters forming the word 'Dad in-law'.Dera was already gone, but Uncle Dean - Dera's father - still regarded me as his son. The old man asked me to
My parents' house is still the same as the last time I stayed with Dera. The Scandinavian design that Papa likes tends to prioritize natural lighting from outside the house.The dominance of glass walls that can be shifted if you need air circulation from outside because honestly, glass-dominant houses tend to be hot.It's not big, but the design always prioritizes function. Like the kitchen table that is just taken out of the folds in the wall when you have to receive guests.I'm always in charge of washing dishes whenever Mama has to cook a lot. Like this time too.Finished, I took a backless chair and propped my arms on the pantry table while listening to the parents interrogate Rena.Every now and then I'd open my phone's display screen, playing with this new thing that seemed to be so much fun that I couldn't help but laugh."Where do you know this Mama's boy?" asked Mama Kea as she pushed more meat onto Rena's plate. The smile on Mama's face always seemed friendly. Maybe that was
It's true what Rena said about the adrenaline rush that's more stimulating when you shoot it amongst the fear of being seen by people. Even fully clothed, I could still press deeply into her, behind the wall that was the blind spot of vision from inside the house to the basketball court behind.The beads of sweat had turned into a heavy stream that had probably soaked most of the T-shirts on my body. Rena in the confines of my lips kept sighing low, covered by the suction I kept on her wet tongue.My legs bend slightly, compensating for her standing position to go deeper as Rena's left leg wraps around my waist. Faster and faster, I suppressed the mounting turmoil. My squeeze on the density behind Rena's body tightens.One... two... I don't know how many shots I fired in there as hard as I could.It was like an opiate that gave the effect of flight, releasing a layer of skin between the sticky sweat that covered it.I released the kiss on her lips and brought our foreheads together. E
I hugged Mama before saying, "Ben's going home, Ma," along with a long compliment about her cooking in today's meal."So fast? Didn't stay overnight?" It's Papa's turn to give me a hug after I let go of Mama."Next time you come here again, yes?" Mama shook Rena's hand and kissed her cheek like most women do when saying goodbye."Ya—yes, Mam." It must have been really awkward. Rena looked down more when she smiled.We can't stay here too long if the family is all together. They might misunderstand Rena's presence.I mean, it's not certain what kind of relationship we're in. Friends no. Girlfriends aren't. Not even sex in the contract like I had with Maureen-my coworker who often stopped by the unit-was."Ben!" Karin seemed to half run over, then she pulled me into the courtyard outside the kitchen. She pointed an index finger at me as she said, "Later tonight! Watch out! I'll report you-""Report what?" I was the one who was confused. This kid has a habit of making threats.She seemed
"Satya!"I turned my head as the call directed at me was heard as the footsteps approached. Seeing a mature woman in casual clothes that accentuated every curve of her body didn't appeal to me at all. A low-cut blouse that showed a tight cleavage and a tight knee-length skirt in one color. Black."What else?" My hands were in the pockets of my material pants as I entered the open elevator followed by the woman.She tied back her long hair to show the firm line of her collarbone. Starting to get interesting. "Dad wants you to go back to control," she said, forcing me to exhale harshly.The posture I could straighten up when walking in public, lowering the angle of my shoulders limply. Seeing father for just a few minutes was like facing years of torture. I could still feel the twitches from the bleeding wound at the corner of my temple caused by the throwing of the fake flower vase."What for?" Just adding to the mask of falsehood like she did?"Try it first."My laughter instantly boom
"Interested?" I opened the door wide, letting my sister into the... messy room, then closed the door again.My sister is the woman a few years above me with a youthful look. She took a tissue from the cabinet and cleaned her face using the liquid from the bag she had left behind. "Where is she?" she asking."The balcony." I pointed at the open door that displayed a panoramic view of the cloudless sky outside."Are you crazy, Sat?" She shook her head and frowned at me simultaneously. She should have blamed the personality disorder gene passed down from our parents and the way we were raised."She's an exhibitionist." I braced myself against the doorframe as the woman watched Rena on her back without any body covering. "Just look.""Wh-who is there?" Rena stammered. She almost rolled over, held back as I sat on her groin and pulled on both tops of her breasts which produced a loud sigh."My sister. Windy." I pointed at the figure who was still transfixed by my and Rena's interaction."Y
"Ben?" Rena's glassy gaze as she grabbed my arm was tedious. This wasn't the only time I found her losing to Satya's crazy game.Wait. Just now, I was also caught up in the madness of a man named Satya by feeling hers which instantly made me insecure. Crazy! How much can I suffocate in my mouth."It hurts!" Rena's shriek sounded when I reached for my clothes.Reflexively I turned around and saw how that bastard was hanging Rena's desire by continuing to tease her without unification. Our gazes met, fighting each other's ego.I took the lubricant from the medicine box, then placed the clothes I was almost wearing on the nearest chair. My knees climbed onto the same bed, where Rena was enjoying Satya's touch until she closed her eyes.I opened the lid of the small tube and dispensed the entire contents over Satya's head. "I'm not a gay, Dog!""Shit!" Satya pushed me until I felt the back of my head painfully hit the floor.Both my legs were raised up, but it was easy for me to roll to m
"I can't stop, Ren." Ben's words are like a mantra in my ears, evoking ridiculous explosions in my stomach. His every touch continues to reach the desire I'm desperately holding back.Although not as full as Satya's before who kept attacking without pause, Ben was always able to tease every surface of the skin he touched. I drifted in his arms when passion came rolling through my consciousness.Without removing his possession from my flooded cleavage, my body felt so light, lifted to move in a dimly lit room without illumination. The softness brushing my back next deepened the sensation of pressure from Ben's body resting on top of mine. The glint of his eyes in the dark briefly hypnotized me, mesmerizing me in the truest sense of the word.Ben wasn't like Satya commanding me to let go of everything and I was unsure of the furthest limits I could reach with him. My ears were deafened from any sound other than my constant calls for his name.Ben submerged himself inside me. Each of his