Sex and Love

"Can't we talk things over nicely?"

Citra turned, looking at Ken, who seemed very tired from repeatedly trying to persuade her not to leave. But instead, she felt even angrier.

"What is there to discuss?" Citra asked sarcastically. "Your wrongdoings?"

"Cit, I admit I've made mistakes. But..."

"There’s no 'but.' Wrong is wrong!"

"Yes, I know. But why do we have to break up?"

"Ask yourself. Do you want to stay with a hypocrite?"

"Cit, have I ever treated you badly all this time?"

"Oh, you’re always so busy. You don't pay attention to me. And worse, you were the one who ruined my relationship with Damar!"

"Cit..."

Citra turned away, busily packing her clothes into her bag. She had made up her mind to stay at Vincent's house to get closer to Damar again. She regretted leaving that guy.

"I was wrong all along about Damar; that’s your fault!"

"Listen to my explanation," Ken tried to hold Citra back. But Citra only hurried to stuff her clothes into her big bag, brushing Ken aside and heading for the door where Vincent was waiting anxiously.

"Take this," Citra signaled to Vincent, who immediately grabbed the big bag from her hand and rushed off to his car. He left Citra to deal with her personal matters with Ken. Girl issues made him uneasy.

"It can’t be like this, Cit. You can’t just leave," Ken suddenly hugged Citra from behind, starting to cry.

"I’m disappointed in you, Kak Ken," Citra replied, also sobbing. "How could you ruin my relationship with Damar?"

"I loved you too much, Cit. I wanted to have you. I truly fell in love with you, and I..."

"Shut up!" Citra shouted, forcefully breaking free from Ken's embrace. "I’m fed up with you!"

Ken fell silent. Like a tree that can’t move unless shaken by the wind. He suddenly felt stiff, pain and hurt gripping his heart.

Citra is disgusted with me, he thought, and it troubled his mind repeatedly. Then, when Citra turned to walk away, suddenly her body slammed to the floor, accompanied by Citra's hysterical scream.

***

Vincent sighed as he watched Citra crying next to Ken, who was lying on the bed with a makeshift bandage on his forehead. If it weren't for him, Ken would probably still be lying on the floor because Citra couldn't carry the tomboyish girl with an athletic build. Vincent himself struggled to carry her, feeling like his back might break. Blood on Ken's forehead made Vincent and Citra hastily apply a bandage on his head, as they were inexperienced in such matters.

"I'm going home," Vincent said, placing Citra's big bag down. He knew Citra couldn't go home with him. Because when Ken regained consciousness, Citra cried loudly while hugging and kissing him.

"Thank you, Vin," Ken replied hoarsely, stroking Citra's hair.

Vincent didn’t respond; he felt uncomfortable watching the two girls in front of him, so he chose to leave promptly.

Ken tried to sit up when Vincent was no longer between them, even though he tried to hold him back.

"I can't lose you, Citra," Ken said weakly, starting to cry.

Citra wiped her tears, "I'm sorry, Kak Ken, but we really have to break up. When you're healthy, I will stay at Vincent's house."

"Next to your old house that Damar now occupies?"

"Yes."

"So, you really love him?"

"Yes, I've just realized that."

"You’re hurting me, Citra!"

Citra froze, glaring sharply at Ken. They stared at each other for a long time, as if trying to probe each other's thoughts. But suddenly, Ken grabbed Citra's chin and kissed her passionately. Citra was shocked, yet strangely did not resist.

She even closed her eyes, as if trying to enjoy it despite her trembling body. Ken became more aggressive, his tongue moving to Citra's elegant neck, licking it eagerly. His hands began to roam wildly over Citra's chest, squeezing it roughly until the girl moaned in pain.

As Ken pushed Citra’s body onto the bed, the beautiful girl could only lie there, helpless. Her shirt was already off, but she didn’t scream as Ken continued to unleash his passion violently.

Why do I like being treated like this, Citra thought, closing her eyes and biting her lip.

***

Damar watched Vincent come home alone, disappointed when the guy seemed to signal bad news to him.

"Not moving after all?" Damar guessed, "Must be because of Ken?"

Vincent nodded, then sulked into Damar's house. He grabbed a cold can of beer from the fridge without permission, then opened it and enjoyed it while sitting on the sofa.

"That loser fainted, and Citra felt guilty. I think Citra has become part of the rainbow community!"

Damar sighed heavily before throwing himself onto the sofa, sitting next to Vincent, who didn’t seem to enjoy the beer much. Damar knew Vincent felt uncomfortable watching his little friend's transformation.

"It’s not your fault," Damar patted Vincent's shoulder. "Everything takes time."

Vincent set the beer can on the table, "She’s like a sister to me, Dam. We grew up together. It hurts so much to see her change her sexual orientation like that."

"But we don’t even know if she’s a lesbian or not?"

"Then what do you call it? She’s living with a girl who acts like a guy! They can’t be separated..."

"We’ll find a way to separate them."

"Just get Citra pregnant!"

"What?!"

"If she gets pregnant, you can marry her?"

"Oh, you’re crazy!"

"Then what’s your plan? Just patiently wait for a miracle from the sky?"

"I don't doubt it!"

"I do!"

Damar shrugged, "Whatever, but I'm sure she’ll come back to this house."

"Of course! This is her old house; she’ll surely miss coming back here."

"No, she’ll be making love to me here."

Vincent grinned, "Finally, you’re considering my suggestion about getting her pregnant."

"Oh, you! You always think of weird things!"

"Then what's the point of making love if it doesn’t result in a child?"

"I'm still thinking about my career."

"Oh, that’s why you only had a brief relationship with Asti?"

Damar was taken aback, suddenly remembering the new starlet with a voluptuous body. The girl who had satisfied his sexual desires for several months before he had broken it off because she begged to get married. Their relationship without a status made Asti unsatisfied.

How could I marry another girl when the one I love is only Citra? That was Damar's thinking, so he felt more comfortable having one-night stands with random girls than being with just one person.

Besides, he still wanted to keep his heart only for Citra. Even though his genitals could easily wander to anyone.