During those three days, there were emotions stored in Hari Wijaya's head. He suddenly felt ostracized by the woman who became the object of his obsession, the woman he had loved all this time now felt changed, not like usual. There is no longer a Bianca who always shows interest in him.
Every time he heard Rafli and Bianca's laughter in front of the apartment, his skin burned. He wanted to get out of the house and force Bianca's hand violently so that she would immediately stay away from the village playboy.
A million regrets appeared in Hari Wijaya's head. Why didn't he satisfy his desire for the girl yesterday? Why did he have to be so pious? Look now, he burned himself with jealousy.
For hours, Hari Wijaya spent time watching his cellphone screen, waiting for Bianca's new status on his various social media.
He hoped there was one sentence that might relate to him. However, he was getting frustrated, his face wrinkled. Instead of finding statuses like before, statuses with ordinary sentences but holding hidden meanings, as if all the sentences were connected to him.
At that time, Hari Wijaya only found the status, "Happy to Know You!" on Bianca's social media feed homepage. Hari Wijaya felt his body getting weak.
That day was Thursday, around 6 PM, Hari Wijaya returned home from work. These few days, his face always looks gloomy. Repeatedly, he pushed away the tightness in his chest, but always failed.
Just before arriving at his apartment, Hari Wijaya saw Bianca walking home. Suddenly Bianca's hair stood up, she memorized the sound of the motorbike. Bianca tied her heart to stay stronger. She didn't want to glance, let alone smile seductively like yesterday. Even though it hurt, she had to surrender and let the person she loved live happily was the only choice.
Hari Wijaya locked his gaze on the girl from behind, his eyes wide, lustful, full of jealousy. He clenched his hands tightly, seemingly tightly gripping the handlebar of his motorcycle before pulling the gas and accelerating like a racer about to steal the start. His forehead was sweating. He rolled off and into the courtyard of the apartment.
Hari Wijaya stopped his motorcycle on the left side of the apartment and walked to the back, where the clothesline was. Hari Wijaya's eyes stared sharply, like an angry eagle. He had enough pain in his chest because of jealousy and curiosity. He was determined to end his heart's unrest.
Hari Wijaya stood under the clothesline pole, as usual, he lowered his work pants, then stood still, staring at the road with both hands pulling part of his body that had come out from under his shorts. His chest rose and fell, emotions and lust seemed to mix, filling his brain, he could no longer hold it all.
Bianca walked towards the clothesline. Her brow furrowed after seeing Hari Wijaya's motorcycle parked on the left side of the apartment. She suspected, like the previous days, Hari Wijaya was urinating near the clothesline pole.
Bianca had stepped back, but for some reason, she walked back towards the clothesline. Bianca's heart almost fell out when she saw the scene that had long lingered and graced her imagination. Her eyeballs suddenly dilated, unable to contain the sudden flurry of desire.
Her eyes locked on the figure of Hari Wijaya who stood right in front of her, without pants. Without feeling embarrassed to show off his big aurat that was already standing tense, as if deliberately showing it.
A normal woman would probably feel disgusted at such a sight, but not Bianca. It seemed like the two men were either abnormal or they were so possessed by their filthy lusts that it affected all their behavior.
Bianca was unable to say or do anything. She just stood stiff as a statue, trying desperately to control her breathing.
Hari Wijaya looked at Bianca's entire body. A little satisfied, because now the girl's body seemed to be shaking violently. He wanted to immediately run to her, hug her, kiss her lips, embrace her body and rub all parts of her sensory area.
However, he could not do that yet. Hari Wijaya deliberately stood with a fierce face, his left cheek up and down and his eyes seemed to shrink enjoying the erotic atmosphere in such a quiet place.
A few seconds later Hari Wijaya felt that he was no longer patient, with a quick movement, Hari Wijaya's right hand moved towards Bianca with her pants still sagging, without tidying them up.
Initially, Hari Wijaya's gaze was locked on Bianca's smooth white thighs, then moved up, on both sides of the groin which was still covered by her thin work skirt, on her waist, on her stomach, on her plump chest, her neck, her lips and finally anchored in Bianca's clear eyes and looked a little shy.
"This is what you want, right? You want to feel the sensation, right? Come on my Bianca, come closer here!"
Hari Wijaya whispered wildly to himself while grasping the area under his stomach with a cocky face slightly angry because of the jealousy that had not been able to disappear from his head.
Bianca tried her best to lower her crazy desire, but her blood was already boiling, her body warmed up, as if she was being stimulated to the fullest. As if thousands of hands were stroking all the areas on her sensitive body parts, Bianca's mouth was unconsciously sighing, sweat soaking her forehead and the cleavage on her chest.
Bianca took a deep breath before turning around and walking away.
Seeing a bad sign, Hari Wijaya rushed to his feet quickly and prevented Bianca from avoiding him.
His right hand was seen moving quickly to pull Bianca's left hand roughly, then immediately caught Bianca's waist, wrapped her in a hug, looked into her eyes and found the girl's eyes had been showered with burning lust with a slightly choked breath.
Without waiting any longer, Hari Wijaya's mouth suddenly grabbed Bianca's lips, opening the still closed mouth with his tongue, then, his hands roughly pushed Bianca's body and dragged her towards the wall.
"Aaaakh,"
Hari Wijaya hissed long, his left hand now had the power to explore all areas of Bianca's body.
"Uuughhhh,"
Bianca unconsciously sighed softly. She swallowed all the saliva that Hari Wijaya put into her mouth. Her chest tightened, enjoying the rough touch of Hari Wijaya's hands. Her body twisted even more, accepting the strange sensations that flooded all parts of her body.
Hari Wijaya's mouth began to move, he pulled Bianca's face right in front of his face, looking at the girl savagely. The tip of their noses touched, flowing all the long pent-up desires.
Hari Wijaya again fondled Bianca's cheeks, chin, neck and ears. Then his right hand pulled Bianca's hand from the waist, roughly guiding the hand to reach the most sensitive area on her body under the stomach.
"Hold mine, binal woman!" Hari Wijaya said harshly.
Bianca was surprised to hear the words the man said. At that time, he wanted to end all his madness. But, for the sake of anything, he really couldn't help it. In fact, Hari Wijaya's harsh treatment of him has succeeded in making his adrenaline pump up and climb higher and higher into the realm of imagination that has been haunting him.
Hari Wijaya's breathing was already chaotic, a crazy sensation had taken over all parts of his body.
"You like this, huh? Asked Hari Wijaya, on his face curled a triumphant smile.