LOGINToko kecil itu bernama Anak Lipat—tempat croissant hangat, isian nyeleneh, dan rahasia yang belum selesai dipanggang. Qale, gadis bermata sipit sebelah dan bergigi gingsul, menyimpan luka masa lalu : dituduh jadi penyebab kematian ibu, dicap pembawa sial, dan kini… dipaksa menikah dengan pria buta dan lumpuh demi utang budi keluarga. Tapi lelaki asing itu datang membawa lebih dari sekadar cincin. Ia tahu banyak hal rahasia di masa lalu yang membuat Qale penasaran. Syaratnya satu, menikah, tapi jangan jatuh cinta. Tapi, siapa yang bisa menolak pesona si anak lipat, si pembuat croissant manis beraroma dendam.
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Cheers to all my unique and prospective readers. Your like, comment and follow means a thousand lot to me, you can't imagine. Read the vignettes and tell me the one you find the most interesting. Feel free to read it as many times as you want- all till you find pleasure. ............................. My name is Amelia. Arranging my bikini in front of the mirror, I admired my radiant complexion and toned body. I left my boyfriend at the pool party downstairs to use the bathroom upstairs, and the loud music seeped through the windows. I could even feel the vibration from the speakers hit my chest. As I made my way out of the bathroom, I heard a masculine voice from a nearby room. The man seemed to be in an argument with his girl. I walked past, knowing that it was their own problem to solve. But my steps were brought to a halt when I heard the man shout a bit above his voice. "I don't get why it's so hard for you to do simple things!" The man said, "Babe, I'm trying my best. What else do you expect from me?" Replied the feminine voice in the background, her voice was calm as ice. Hearing her, I assumed her to be timid and didn't deserve to be scolded that way. But my sympathy soon transformed into laughter when I heard the man say, "but what is the big deal to just ride me the way Stella does?" Stella must be his ex or something, I assumed again. Sex was the reason for their argument? So sad! Then I decided to peep through the door since it was only half closed. My eyes widened as I witnessed the man's thick c**k. He sat on the sofa with only his shirts on, and his girlfriend sat on the bed, covered in a white towel. I silently stood there and watched as they argued. Not until the man's gaze shifted to the door and he found me eavesdropping on their conversation. I quickly moved from the door and leaned on the wall. As I heard the man's footsteps coming towards me, my face flushed, wondering what was going to happen. He came out of the room and caught me leaning on the wall, as if trying to hide. His gaze was tight on my body, "hey! "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I-I was just uhh, passing." I stammered, looking at his firm c**k. He daringly came out without putting on his shorts. His brow raised in disbelief, "you were just passing?" Words hung in my throat, I knew I had been caught on the spot. The man's gaze lingered on my body rather than my face, and he seemed calm despite my offence. "You've got some nice b**bs though," he commented. "I looked at my chest and my bra was barely covering my br**sts. "Wanna join me inside?" He offered, Uncertainty etched itself on me, but his voice was convincing. "Come on, let's go in. You'll like it here." He said as he pulled me by my wrist. We entered into the hotel room and he locked the door behind him. My gaze awkwardly met his frustrated girlfriend's. "Hi," I greeted and she replied with a forced smile. The moment was tensed and awkward. I could only imagine what was going to happen. All three of us were literally nude; the man only wore a shirt, his girlfriend covered her n*ked body with only a towel, and I was in my bikini. The man came closer to me and looked straight into my dull eyes. "You're not a virgin, are you?" I nodded, "Great! Now come on, let's show my naive girlfriend how it's done. I hope you're up to the task." I was already horny from the constant sight of his full c**k so how could I refuse. I only hoped to get it done quickly before my boyfriend came upstairs in search of me. I turned to his girlfriend that was seated on the bed, her face wore no disapproving look. In fact she looked curious, eager to see how it was done. The man moved even closer, our faces were inches apart as he placed his hands on my a*s. He squeezed them efficiently and kissed me lightly from my lips down to my neck. Doing this, he made his c**k sneak between my thighs and he pushed it back and forth. He groaned lightly as he sat on the sofa, drawing me to his laps. His c**k stood firm as I sat on it, my back to him. The veiny c**k forced its way through the fabric of my bikini but it was all vain. I moaned lightly as I swivelled my hips on his c**k. I could feel it's sweetness even if it was not directly in my p**sy. Then his hands slowly slid under my bra, playing with my n**ples. I couldn't help the intense feeling so I moaned loudly. The man's girlfriend sat still on the bed, admiring our foreplay. After minutes of swaying my hips on his d**k, I stood up and sat with my face to him, my legs straddled the sofa. Shifting my pant to one side and exposing my warm p**sy, I sat on his c**k. It made slurpy sounds as I began to ride it. He grabbed my a*s with one hand while the other hand squeezed my b**b. Riding him, I moved my face closer to his. His breath tickled my skin as I took his lips in my mouth. In a consuming desire, I gave him a long, continuous lick on the lips and tongue. From slow to fast, my pace increased. His grip tightened on my a*s, lips on mine and d**k in my p**sy. Sweetest f**k of the century! The sound that echoed in the room was the sound of his b**ls clapping on my a*s, and our silent moans. Just then I felt a hand on my upper arm and I looked up to see the man's girlfriend. "Allow me to ride him, while you supervise." She said, I didn't want to get up from the sweet d**k but I wasn't given an option. As I stood from it, the long c**k covered in my creamy juices fell heavily on his thighs. His girlfriend then took over. She loosened her towel, held the d**k in place and sat on it, while I gasped at her amazing features. Her b**bs were big and firm, and her a*s was fleshy. It was quite fascinating that her man had not been satisfied with all of those. As she rode him, her br**sts dangled on his face and he took one of it in his mouth. "Ah, yes!" He moaned, his eyes closed. She seemed to have learned from me really quickly. I touched my p**sy, and it was still slippery. I knew they didn't need me anymore but I sure still had need for that d**k. As she kept on riding her boyfriend, I bent low and french kissed him for several seconds. Then I begged her for a few more thrusts before I left. Without hesitation, she stood up from him and I stood in between his legs. Pulling him upwards by the shirt, I led us to the bed and reclined. Spreading my legs, he laid on top of me. His hairy chest caressed my breast as his d**k began sliding in and out of me. I screamed uncontrollably when he hit my base over and over again, his b**ls tapping me continuously. Then he went in really, really slowly, and took it out in the same manner. Repeating the act, I lifted my neck and caught his lips, locking it in a pleasurable kiss. Just then, he went in faster, really faster than before, and in no time, I found myself jerking. My eyes were closed and all I could feel were my juices dripping out of my p**sy. With his dick at a fixed position inside me, he kissed me with his soft lips before pulling out. He stood up and watched as I vibrated on the bed. The sweetest org**m ever! A few seconds later, I opened my eyes on him now f**king his girlfriend in the same position we had just f**ked. I took a deep breath, feeling satisfied. Then I got up from the bed and covered my br**st with my bra that was now around my midriff. I left the room on them f**king, and rushed downstairs to my boyfriend who must be sick of waiting for me.Langit sore sudah bergeser ketika mereka akhirnya tiba di rumah.Qalesya tidak langsung masuk kamar. Ia duduk sebentar di sofa ruang tengah, melepaskan sepatu pelan, seperti orang yang baru selesai menempuh perjalanan jauh—padahal jaraknya tidak seberapa.Wafa memperhatikannya dari belakang, tidak bertanya, tidak mendesak. Ia hanya melepaskan dasi dan meletakkan di meja, lalu mendekat.“Kamu mau langsung rebahan?” tanyanya pelan.Qale mengangguk kecil. “Iya.”Wafa memapah ke kamar, Qale berbaring setengah duduk seperti biasa. Bantal bertumpuk di punggungnya, kaki sedikit ditekuk, satu tangan bertengger di perut. Wafa menarik selimut tipis, menyelimutinya sampai sebatas pinggang.Ia duduk di sisi ranjang. Baru bertanya setelah istrinya nyaman.“Seharian tadi… ada yang ganggu pikiranmu?”Nada suaranya datar, hati-hati. Tidak seperti menginterogasi.Qale menoleh pelan. Tatapannya ragu, seolah sedang menimbang—perlu cerita atau tidak.“Enggak,” jawabnya cepat.Wafa tidak menanggapi. Ia ha
Langit siang itu tidak mendung, tidak juga cerah—hanya berawan biasa.Qalesya melangkah perlahan di antara nisan-nisan yang berjajar rapi. Bau tanah basah masih tersisa, meski hujan terakhir turun dua hari lalu. Ia berhenti di satu titik yang sudah ia hafal letaknya, bahkan tanpa melihat nama.Rahayu.Ia duduk pelan di tepi makam. Mengatur napas. Tangan kanannya refleks mengusap perut, seolah mencari keseimbangan.Dewi tidak ikut mendekat. Ia memilih duduk beberapa meter di belakang, di bawah pohon kamboja kecil. Cukup dekat untuk berjaga, tidak ikut masuk ke ruang sunyi yang sedang Qale nikmati sendiri.“Bu…” suara Qalesya lirih. Hampir seperti berbisik pada tanah.Ia tersenyum kecil, senyum yang lebih mirip kebiasaan daripada bahagia.“Aku kok gampang capek ... Apalagi hari ini.”Kalimat itu keluar begitu saja. Tidak puitis. Tidak sok kuat. Tapi jujur.Matanya menatap nisan tanpa berkedip. Angin menyapu ujung rambutnya pelan.“Aku ketemu dosen pembimbing,” lanjutnya. “Revisinya bany
Di lapas lain, Elan berdiri canggung di depan papan pengumuman.“Unit dokumentasi… dapur… administrasi.”Pak Surya berdiri di sampingnya. “Milih itu bukan soal gengsi. Tapi soal kamu mau bertahan di mana.”Elan mengangguk. “Saya coba dokumentasi, Pak.”Hari pertama, ia salah menyimpan arsip. Hari kedua, ia ditegur karena foto blur. Hari ketiga, seorang napi mengejek, “Sok jadi seniman.”Elan menelan ludah. Dadanya panas. Tapi ia ingat wajah Mama Danisha.[Supaya kemarahanmu tidak tumbuh jadi kebencian.]Malam itu, ia duduk di ranjang besi, memandang dinding."Mungkin hidupku belum bermakna," pikirnya."Tapi aku masih di sini. Dan itu berarti masih ada kesempatan."Malam itu, setelah lampu sel dipadamkan, suara napas penghuni lain menyatu dengan dengung kipas tua.Elan tidak langsung berbaring.Ia duduk di tepi ranjang besi, telapak kakinya menapak lantai dingin.Ia teringat ejekan siang tadi.“Sok jadi seniman.”Dulu, kalimat seperti itu akan ia balas. Dengan sindiran. Dengan pembelaa
Tidak semua perubahan datang dengan perasaan ingin diakui.Sebagian hanya berupa keputusan kecil yang diulang—lagi dan lagi—sampai ia berubah menjadi kebiasaan.Pagi itu, Qalesya terbangun dengan napas pendek. Tangannya refleks memegang perutnya yang semakin besar. Bayi di dalamnya bergerak, bukan tendangan kuat, lebih seperti menggeser posisi—namun cukup membuatnya meringis.“Mas…” panggilnya lirih.Wafa yang setengah tidur langsung bangun. “Kenapa?”“Pinggang aku kayak mau patah... sesak.”Wafa duduk, meraih minyak kayu putih. Tanpa banyak bicara, ia mengusap punggung Qale pelan. Gerakannya hati-hati, seperti takut menyakiti.“Sakit banget, ya?" bisiknya. “Kita napas bareng.”Qale mengangguk. Setelah beberapa saat, ia bersandar, napasnya lebih teratur. Tapi matanya berkaca-kaca.“Mas,” ucapnya tiba-tiba. “Kalau nanti aku panik pas lahiran gimana?”Wafa terdiam sejenak, lalu tersenyum kecil. “Ya kita panik bareng.”Qale tertawa kecil, meski air matanya jatuh. “Kok jawabanmu gitu sih.












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