5 Be enthusiastic when scolded

Today, Leon decided to change his routine, hoping to take his mind off his worsening anxiety.

Since the night before, Sonya's image had haunted him like a ghost, following his every move—in class, in the canteen, even in his sleep. "I need a distraction," he muttered that morning as he stood in his garage. Instead of taking his beloved motorbike, he chose his luxurious black SUV, a car he rarely used because it was more suitable for long journeys.

"Today I want to hang out with my friends. So I don't think about her all the time," he thought, the car engine roaring as he started it.

The cool morning air swept across his face through the open window, but his thoughts still returned to Sonya: her shy eyes, her unforgettable touch.

At the university, Leon parked his SUV in a conspicuous spot near the main gate. Andra and two other friends—Riko and Dimas—immediately greeted him when they saw him. "Wow, bro, you brought your car today? You usually just ride your motorbike," said Andra, nudging him.

Leon smiled forcedly, hiding the anxiety in his chest. "Yeah, I did. After class, I'll take you guys to hang out at a cafe near here. It's my treat. You guys didn't bring your vehicles today, right?"

His friends agreed enthusiastically—especially Riko and Dimas, who often took public transport or online motorcycle taxis, so the offer was like a breath of fresh air.

The morning class passed slowly; Leon tried to focus on the lecturer explaining economics, but his mind wandered back home to Sonya, who was probably alone right now.

After class, around 3 p.m., the four of them got into Leon's SUV and headed to a trendy cafe near the campus.

The place was crowded with students, the aroma of fresh coffee and soft indie music filling the air. They sat at a comfortable corner table, surrounded by green plants and vintage-style hanging lamps.

Leon ordered for everyone: a latte macchiato for Andra, an espresso for Riko, a fruit smoothie for Dimas, and burgers and fries for everyone to share. "It's on me today, guys. Relax," he said with a laugh, trying to look cheerful.

They chatted for a long time—about college assignments, campus gossip, and holiday plans.

Leon laughed along when Riko told a funny story about his lecturer, but behind that, his mind was still troubled. Every time a beautiful woman passed by, he compared her to Sonya—no one could match her warmth and curves.

Time flew by. When night fell, around 9 pm, the cafe began to quiet down.

One by one, Leon's friends chose to go home. "I'm leaving first, bro. I have a lot of assignments to do tonight," said Riko, ordering an online motorcycle taxi through his mobile phone.

Dimas followed, "Yeah, me too. Thanks for the treat, Leon!"

Andra was the last to leave, patting Leon on the shoulder before going. "Great day, bro. See you tomorrow?"

Leon nodded, but when they left, he was left alone at the table. The café was now filled with only a few couples and waiters cleaning up. "Damn, I'm alone again," he muttered, staring at his empty glass.

His thoughts immediately returned to Sonya—what was she doing now? Was she thinking about him too?

He decided to stay a little longer, ordering another coffee, but at 10 PM, he had to go home. "At this hour, Dad must be home already. It's safe," he thought, certain that Gito had returned from the office as usual.

The SUV drove smoothly along the quiet night road, the streetlights illuminating Leon's tense face.

When he arrived home, the garage was empty—Gito's car was gone. "Dad's not home yet? Probably another meeting," Leon muttered, a mixture of disappointment and... anticipation.

The large house was dark, only the living room was dimly lit.

The maid, Mbok Siti, had been asleep in the back room since 8 p.m., as usual.

Leon entered quietly, placed the keys on the front table, and saw Sonya sitting on the living room sofa. She was wearing a loose light blue blouse and a long skirt, her hair was loose, but her face was tense, her eyes red as if she had been crying.

"Leon, we need to talk. Just the two of us," said Sonya in a low but firm voice, standing up from the sofa.

The living room was spacious, with thick carpets, soft sofas, and wall paintings that Melinda had once chosen.

The air felt heavy, the faint scent of vanilla aromatherapy candles enveloping the room.

Leon approached, his heart pounding. "Talk about what?" he asked, even though he knew.

Sonya took a deep breath, clasping her hands together to hide her trembling. "Leon, what you did the night before... it has to stop. I'm your father's wife. This is wrong. We have to draw the line now. I don't want this house to fall apart because of... because of this."

Her voice was firm, but her face was tense—her cheeks flushed, her eyes avoided his, and her movements were restless, crossing her arms over her chest and then releasing them again, causing her blouse to shift slightly, revealing her delicate neckline.

That only aroused Leon—her tense expression, her nervous movements that made her body move softly, all of it like an unintentional invitation.

Leon couldn't control himself. His desire, which had been pent up all day, was now burning. "You say that, but you like it too, don't you?" he whispered, moving closer quickly.

Before Sonya could step back, he pulled her into his embrace, his lips raining kisses on her neck.

Sonya tried to push him away, "Leon, no! Stop!" but her resistance was weak, her hands only gripping Leon's shoulders without full strength.

Her body reacted to Leon's body heat, and soon, she could no longer resist—her moans escaped, her eyes tightly closed.

This time, everything was so hot, like an uncontrollable fire.

Leon pushed Sonya onto the sofa, his body gently but dominantly on top of hers.

His lips kissed Sonya's deeply, his tongue slipping inside, dancing with Sonya's tongue, which was beginning to respond.

His hands began to move, squeezing Sonya's hips through her skirt, then moving up to her blouse, unbuttoning it one by one with trembling fingers. "You're so beautiful when you're tense like this," he murmured, his lips moving to her neck, licking the smooth skin there with slow movements, leaving wet marks that made Sonya squirm.

Sonya sighed, "Leon... this... we shouldn't," but her hands instead wrapped around Leon's back, pulling him closer.

The foreplay was long and intense, building tension like waves that grew higher and higher.

Leon pulled Sonya's blouse off completely, revealing her black lace bra, and his lips immediately kissed Sonya's chest, his tongue licking the bra line with slow circular movements, interspersed with small bites that made Sonya moan.

His hand crept down, pulling Sonya's skirt up higher, rubbing her inner thigh with warm fingers, approaching the sensitive area but not touching it directly, building anticipation. "Feel this, Sonya," he whispered.

One hand unhooked Sonya's bra, gently but firmly squeezing her breasts, his thumb rubbing her nipples until they hardened, making Sonya shudder and moan louder.

Sonya couldn't hold back any longer—her body was hot, her breath was ragged, and she began to unbutton Leon's shirt, her hands touching his athletic chest, feeling his tense muscles.

They grew wilder. Leon pulled Sonya up briefly, pulling down her skirt and knickers, leaving her completely naked.

Sonya's bare body, with its smooth skin and perfect curves, made Leon burn even more.

He removed his own clothes, their bodies now completely naked, pressed against each other on the sofa.

Leon kissed Sonya's entire body—from her lips to her neck, to her breasts, his tongue licking her nipples with long, wet strokes, his hands squeezing her buttocks firmly, pulling her closer until their organs rubbed against each other, creating a hot friction that made them both moan.

Sonya responded with her hands creeping up Leon's back, scratching gently, her lips returning his kisses with equal passion.

The air in the room felt hot, the scent of sweat and passion mingling, the sound of their moans filling the silence of the house.

They were about to move on to the main course—Leon pushed Sonya onto her back on the sofa, his body ready to merge with hers, their breaths mingling in a fierce kiss—but suddenly, the sound of a car entering the driveway was clearly audible.

The roar of the engine and the screech of brakes startled them.

"Your father!" Sonya whispered in panic, her face pale.

Leon hurriedly got up, gathering their clothes, while Sonya ran to the nearest bathroom.

The front door opened, Gito's voice calling, "Sonya? Leon? Dad's home!"