Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Eight of Wands, The High Priestess and Page of Cups

Tara and Kiara drop out of meditation class every Sabbath. There are far more monumental events than taking meditation classes that still exist in the following weeks. The arrival of Danang which was concluded by Tara after three money broken today. Indeed there is work on the strange case that is still being taken care of by Danang in a green court in Jakarta and it has been two weeks exactly the man has not returned to the place where he is his real duty, Medan. However, it was not only his work that brought him to the capital.

"Okay, deg-degan cave, Tar. The oath!" Kiara repeatedly checked her makeup in the mirror reflection.

Tara looked at him with a smile. How panic really approached his friend who wrapped in ivory color.

"Don't smile, Tar, '" said Kiara, looking at Tara from the mirror. "You know what's not right!!!"

"Calm, honey," Tara stepped closer to Kiara, holding both her shoulders and equally looking towards the mirror.

"Nothing is less, nothing is more. All fitting. Nothing is too fast, nothing is too slow" Tara looked at Kiara's eyes from the mirror. "All in time, Ecclesiastes Three at verse one,"

Kiara stroked Tara's hand, a drop of tears falling on her cheek. They both know, a day like this that they have been waiting for a long time.

"Well, this is the mess!" tara shouted when she saw Kiara instead shed tears. "Tissue, where's the tissue!"

"This, blind. Why are you panicking?" Kiara snorted and then chuckled. Gently wiped Kiara's tears using a tissue so as not to damage her best friend's makeup.

***

The procession runs smoothly according to the demands of the event that has been arranged. The two lovebirds, Kiara and Danang coolly chatted together regardless of the hustle and bustle around him. Their eyes were filled with heart-shaped balloons sent in shahdu. They are both officially engaged.

Exactly a week ago Kiara sent a photo of a slick circular ring in her fingers with the caption: "Finally, she paid off what was promised." Tara was happy to know. Know that their relationship is not a love relationship menye-menye like his story with Rendi. Sometimes Tara wondered if they were right to have a special relationship. However, today their relationship is officially engaged.

"Ah, tired as well yes," Kiara leaned her body on the sofa after all the guests came home with Danang and she cleaned herself.

"But relief dong certainly," chirped Tara.

"Thank you, yes, already want to bother today," he said sincerely.

"Didih," Tara brushed her best friend's leg off. "Still stiff as a new bra out of the store. The cave is also happy kaleee. Stay ready for next year will be the same mental time, yes ceu."

"Important, you don't say, let the cave be able to burden his dizziness," he laughed.

"So we all go up the boat, yes" licked Tara.

"Sue," suck.

"Yowes, cave back first yak," said Tara.

"Dih, nginep. Tomorrow is Sunday" Kiara said in surprise.

"Semalem cave already nginep here, kasian nyokap alone at home. The cave period wants to extend here," said Tara.

"Yes, the cave wrap is still a lot of food and sodara cave already on the back," Kiara moved towards the kitchen.

"Much chicken soy sauce, yak," said Tara as she followed her into the kitchen.

"yeah!"

After finishing wrapping and Tara say goodbye to Kiara's house, he was on his motorcycle splitting the streets in the afternoon to his house.

Unexpectedly the motor tank was almost empty when leaving the house Kiara, until in the middle of the trip even the motor broke down no fuel.

"Gosh, that's right," he saw the bike that stopped working. Circular views around looking for a retail gasoline seller but nothing is affordable from his eyes.

"Why the bike, mbak?"

Tara turned around and found a small shop clerk where her motorbike stopped. He carried a garbage basket in his hand, part of his face covered in a mask and wore a hat with the same logo as the small shop.

"Go ahead, mas. The gasoline is abis," said Tara. "There's a retail gas seller ga around here?"

"Well, it's a little far from here... Uh wait, you're Ra, Ra.." The tavern clerk tried to remember. "Tara, huh?"

Does he know me? "Yes, my mom."

"Bram," he took off the mask that covered his face. "Forgot?"

"Ah, Bram that time..." Tara still does not remember just answering. What he needs is petrol immediately.

"Please wait in the dalem, later the cave buyin gasoline."

Tara pulled her motorbike over to the shop's parking area, which was just a small patch. Then go inside followed by a young man named Bram who had thrown away the garbage he was carrying.

Tara occupied herself in one of the chairs by the window. This store is only 6 × 4 m². There are three high benches arranged towards the glass facing the highway. The sofa along the wall is directly opposite the ordering and coffee making counter with 4 small tables lined up in front of it. Although small, this store succeeds in wrapping a comfortable atmosphere and indeed cannot accommodate many visitors at one time.

The man came out and said something to his co-worker.

"Ready, sir Boss," the response of the stocky man from behind the counter.

Bram stepped towards Tara, "you can order something here, at least just try our product. Hehehe, I got you some gas first, okay?"

"Yes, thank you, btw," replied Tara. The man stepped out and turned on his motor and left.

Tara stepped towards the counter, if asked if she really wanted to drink something? Actually no, he was not thirsty enough and was still too full from Kiara's show.

"With Dodot, what do you want?" the barista waited for Tara to say her order.

"Freezing coffee deh, Dot," said Tara.

"Add ice cubes?"

"It's okay."

"Do you want to add sugar or reduce it?" ask again.

"Regular ones, Dot," replied Tara.

"Over the cake, are rainbow cakes, chocolate mousse and popsickles cheese cake?"

"You have enough coffee" replied Tara.

"Cash payment or cashless?"

"Wear PayPegi only," said Tara while removing her phone.

"Well, one Freezing coffee, please scan it," Dodot thrust a checkered palette for Tara to scan.

"Can you wait, ma'am..." Dodot asked his name.

"Tara" he answered.

"I'll take you to Tara's desk later," said Dodot and began working on his coffee.

Some new visitors came and docked directly to the monitor in front of the counter table. Scrubbing something and a piece of paper out of the crack under the monitor. It turned out that it was also a machine to order coffee then the paper was brought to the order counter to be made by the barista. Dodot accepted the order with a smile.

Not long after Dodot came to take Tara's order.

"Dot, is that a coffee machine?" ask Tara.

"It is usually if more people like to go to the handle, rather than snaking queues, so the boss makes the program for coffee mesan," he explained.

"I'm sorry, because my bike broke down your coworker so go get some gas" Tara felt bad.

"Ah, no problem mbak. I even used to be alone in this place, Mr. Boss again visit to his shop here," he added. "Even I helped a lot today, cleaned the back kitchen was the same sir Boss."

"Oh, is he your boss Dot?"

"Yes, mom. Come on, I'll make another order again" Dodot resigned.

"Thank you, yes" said Tara before Dodot passed.

Turns out Bram was the owner of this tavern, he thought he was just a regular employee. Tara feels familiar with Bram's face, but she also doesn't remember who he is. And why he could recognize Tara, he had no clue at all.

Tara raised her glass and was amazed to see a small note that read happy to enjoy with the print and her name affixed with handwriting. Tara was really impressed by the impact this little shop had given her.

Before long, Bram came back and approached Tara, "May I ask for your bike key, I'll fill up the gas."

"Oh," Tara handed me the keys to the bike. "Thanks, yes."

"Ga problem," Bram again passed and filled Tara's motor gasoline.

Bram steps back to Tara's desk and hands her the key, "Done." He sat himself in the chair opposite Tara.

"Thank you again" Tara smiled.

"Btw," Bram pointed to Tara's cup of coffee. "How's it feel?"

Tara felt nothing special, the taste of coffee was the same as the coffee he tasted. But he was more enamored with the detailed ideas included in this tavern. But can't he say that this coffee is standard in front of his owner? "Good."

"Free, 'Good'?"

"But I like the idea of your mandirim coffee messaging machine, too..." Tara lifted a small piece of paper on her cup-stamp. "It."

"But I just found it in your shop" said Tara.

"Lho, you know this is my shop?" ask Bram in amazement.

"Dikasih tau was the same Dodot," replied Tara as she sipped her coffee glass. "The cave is shocked, the owner."

"Hahaha," Bram blushed. "Small-small business, just pioneering. Hence the sponsorship to Mitra Group Indo yesterday. Who knows can join in the big event Lo office. Let the name of the Daily Grande go up."

Tara is shocked when Bram mentions the company he works for. Who is this guy? He knows his name, where Tara works even the biggest annual event of his office. It's suspicious.

"Tara, why are you quiet?" bram asked puzzledly looking at Tara's expression which turned defensive.

"Nothing," Tara continued to observe Bram. He's seen it before, but he doesn't remember who this guy is.

"Gua sure Lo forgot," he concluded. "Lift.." No sign of Tara being enlightened. "Rooftop?"

A second later the two women's eyes widened, "Ah, that Bram..."

***

Tara carried the clay dough in her hand and put it on the turning table dipped a little bit of her hand on a water container not far from her feet. He began to knead the clay dough that revolved around the table. Slowly the dough began to look like a bowl container. He relaxed his finger and slowly raised the edge of the dough with his thumb as well as the other fingers. The clay dough was smooth and malleable following the direction of his finger.

He exhales regulating his emotions so that the dough does not become chaotic. Making pottery is the same as when one has to master his emotions. If a little Tara massaged the dough too hard, she had to start all over again. Slowly Tara pulled until the dough was getting high.

He began to pursed the neck of the pottery until a pair of hands joined to form the dough.

"Pelan..pelan is right like that," said the man in Tara's ear. The voice that made him need not turn his head to know who was sitting behind him right now. "hold consistency. Yeah, great..."

Tara smiled. The two pairs of hands clashed in the same medium, the touch between the skin caused an incredible sensation on his body. The warm breath felt like a crackling in his nape made him shudder. The pair of hands continued to direct both hands, petting pottery up and down.

Tara held her breath as she felt a gentle kiss land on her neck that was not covered in hair. The thin snort explained that he was satisfied with Tara's reaction, again showered with soft kisses to the neck of the nape and ears. Tara groaned and raised her head to the man's shoulder. The batter in their hands is shapeless and just rotates alone on the turning table.

"Ren.." he said weakly.

"Mmmm..." Tara felt both hands clutching her body. Warm lips and shaving marks swept his neck and face. Eventually he gave up on focusing on his pottery. Afterward he leaned his head and body on the figure of the man behind him.

Then, the man pulled the small body to stand up to nudge the container filled with water at Tara's feet. He turned and faced the man. Clenched his hand to Rendi's strong neck and returning the man's kiss was just as strong. They were burned by the flames of each. The lifting of Tara until both legs were coiled on the waist of Rendi, they did not stop 'sweet dispute' both lips that were mutually pagut-magut.

In the fight, Rendi threw her body on the floor. Tara felt the seepage of water entering through her clothes. Quickly, Rendi unbuttoned the women's shirt one by one. Tara tried to reach the man's back so that there was no distance left between them. Amused and shock delicious Tara felt when the newly grown Rendi shave marks touched her bare skin.

He ignored it when he found out he lived wearing jeans that covered his legs. He only felt great pleasure when Rendi peppered his unclothed body again.

"Just, don't stop.." he sighed while squeezing the man's hair.

"I won't," replied Rendi who was busy exploring her chest.

"There, yeah.hhhh..."

"You like it?" ask Rendi while dipping anything as she wants.

"More than you know, Ren. Gosh," His fur brushed enjoying the sensation that whack his body. Fucked Rendi's thumb not far from his face.

The man inserted several fingers into Tara's oral cavity and played her tongue. Tara could only bellow favors as Rendi managed to reach the sensitive spots on her body. Sometimes he twitched amusedly and Rendi laughed coolly.

"Tara," call Rendi slowly.

"Mmm.." she responded while continuing to enjoy what her body felt.

"Tara," call him back.

Tara opened her eyes and found Dave's face not far from hers. He's surprised. Again the man called him...

And Tara opened her eyes. Both of his hands floated as if holding something in the air. His breathing was stingy, sweat pouring from his forehead and body. He looked at the room around. There were no broken pottery and a turntable, no puddles, not even Rendi or Dave there. Tara dreaming. He got up and took a glass from the little nightstand beside his bed. He was still trying to catch his breath. He did not expect the sensation of the dream to be so real.

He was breathing because he felt something bad was going to happen. But he hopes it's just his feelings.

***

The sky of December is always gray hanging in the sky of Jakarta. His office is getting busy preparing for the annual tech event from his office which counts for another 72 days and another 13 days towards the finish line this year. Yes, the countdown was clearly plastered in front of the entrance gate with a large running text light. Many employees are getting more and more depressed seeing it every day. The lamp seemed to calculate how long they would be outlined.

Many Companies working in the field of Technology began to enter names and rent the most strategic spots in the event location plan. Starting from home appliances, smartphones, office tools, hardware and software even food-beverage products that fill in the event, including The Hut - the store where Tara has a lot of stories - and the Daily Grande, bram's coffee shop.

Tara Department does not take care of this but he hopes the Daily Grande can be involved in the office event. Indirectly, if his office receives submissions from the Daily Grande, it can repay Bram's services that sometimes come like a wingless angel who helps him in his absence.

Rumors circulated as well, Mitra Group Indo worked with Imangine to design and landscape the exhibition space with a touch of mural. Yes, where Rendi works the more days her name is getting wider. Multimedia and Interior Design Company is persistent guerrilla with satisfactory results. Tara was also happy to hear that, at least the hard work of Rendi and her friends produced sweet results.

The thought of Rendi, made him remember his dream last night and he shuddered instantly. Tara was tired of staring at her monitor screen, as were the other employees. In addition to thinking about their events, the end of the year is a time when all must make a company year-end report for each department. It was as if breathing was difficult for a moment.

For a moment he leaned his body on the chair and looked up. His eyes closed, but he kept him from falling asleep. Tension without speaking floated throughout the room in this building.

BRACKET!

Someone kicked his desk until Tara was aghast from his chair. Ms. Salma looked with a sinister face more than Ghost Sister in the overseas horror film that had boomed some time ago.

"Don't you see all your friends working? You even relax and sleep at hours like this! Lazy-man! I'm waiting for your report at 3pm this afternoon" the ultimatum of Ms. Salma passed immediately without even hearing Tara's explanation.

God, why didn't Miss Salma ever find it when the pile of data she had to input was on the table? Why are moments like those caught by him? God fucking. Tara's murmur in the heart.

He knew that all the eyes in this room must have turned their eyes towards him. Instead of adding to his increasingly unpleasant mood, Tara immediately struggled back with her computer. In the heart of the oath of absorbency was directed towards Bu Salma unceasingly.

"Mister Tara?" greet someone approaching his desk.

"Yes, what else?" he answered, then turned to find a series of flowers in a glass pot filled with half-full water. Tulips, daisies and peonies were plastered to cool his eyes.

"Astoge, ma'am!" The head of the Ucup mas emerged from the series of flowers, Tara's office security surprised to hear the answer that is not like the usual Tara mbak.

"Sorry, mom. Duh got to spray me," Tara laughed heartily. "What's up, mas?"

"This, madam. Someone sent to mbak Tara," Mas Ucup put the vase on Tara's table that looks vacant without goods on it.

"Well, that's really cool" his eyes followed the vase as Ucup laid.

"Mbak nih, his girlfriend is very attentive," commented Ucup while messing around. "But if I become mbak, mending money just deh than sent flowers."

"Hahaha, Ucup can do it. But I also thought about his raw mending aja yes," licked Tara.

"Yes, yes, ma'am," he said.

"Yes, mas. Thanks, yes" he replied.

After the departure of Ucup mas, he looked at the beautiful vase. Who sent him something this beautiful? What's Genta? So sweet. Rendi never sent her a bunch of flowers to her office. During the day of love, Rendi only sent photos of white roses through the messaging application because of her official duty outside the city. Ah, why should all be priceless on Rendi as a benchmark.

Tara exhaled and advanced her chair to reach for the greeting card tucked between these beautiful flowers.

No matter how beautiful they are, they can't rival you, Tara.

- Dave & I.

Hmm, Dave? Yes, who else can squander money for just a flower arrangement like this. He even affixed the heart symbol after his name.

He shudders again remembering his dream last night but finally Tara picks up his phone and searches for Dave's name on the message list. After finding her, Tara takes a picture of the vase on her desk.

Thank you, the beautiful series has arrived.

The readable message indicator appears and now on his screen appears Dave's face, calling him.

"You like it?" ask the person across.

"Yes, they are beautiful" replied Tara. "Thank you, yeah."

"Not as pretty as you are, Tara. Mm.. By the end of the year you have an event?" ask Dave directly.

"What's wrong?" Tara looked at her desk calendar and had not written anything there. Last year, he wrote 'Watch fireworks together via LiveCam!' on his agenda with Rendi.

"Yes, if it's empty we can enjoy the turn of the year together," Dave bargained.

"I'll call you, Dave. By the way, thanks again for the flowers," Tara touched some flowers and looked at tulips as her favorite.

"Never mind, dear." said Dave. "Gotta go now, talk to you later. Bye, Tara."

Tara hung up her phone and breathed in the faint scent released by the bunch of flowers. Then aware of his report bill at 3 pm, Tara again struggled with his work but with a lighter heart. Every now and then, the flower, smiling.

***

Since the beginning of December, Rendi has been going to Surakarta for the project they have been working on. This time, Rendi went there by herself. The company did not send it. Away from Rendi with the thing he was experiencing made things seem more chaotic. He doesn't even know where to tell stories.

He just got out of the elevator when he saw Tara passing by. That afternoon Sofia was meeting with the big company's event team about their cooperation in decoration at the city's most prestigious Technology Exhibition. Not difficult because most of them submit all ideas directly to Imagine.

Her eyes kept watching Tara until she got into the elevator and disappeared into one of the floors in the building. He does not want to start the new year with hardship, if he wants to get it he knows he has to do more. Whatever the way. Sofia stirred up the contents of her bag and fumbled at a flattened box from the bag. He never neglected to bring it. Removed the box and re-examined the contents inside and so far it is still safe. It's the only way he'll get the whole Rendi. Tara must be put away in time.

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