Gypsy Lover

Months passed by so quickly. If Harman could not visit Alodia or even see her because he was busy at work, he always called her up and talked to her, asking how she was doing.

"I just want to hear your voice after my stressful day at work," he said one night over the phone.

"Oh, my boyfriend is so pity. What do you want? I'll sing you a song?"

He laughed and agreed. She then sang one of her favorite songs by Selena Gomez, which was called Love You Like a Love Song.

Harman was so happy about it. She felt good when she heard him laugh. In the past few months, she gradually admitted to herself and accepted that she was truly falling for him. Yes, for real. But still, she wanted to hold back just as when she first realized her feelings. She was still afraid to be hurt in the end like Alyanna. She was just so afraid... and that was driving her insane.

She almost finished her contract with her current employer Iustina. She was once asked by her if she would like to extend. She told her employer that she'd think about it because she might want to go back to the Philippines to have a vacation or something first.

On Christmas and New Year, she was together with Harman. And they spent the holidays in Harman's condo, like the first year they were together. They wanted to have privacy and a quiet time to be together. They were both not in the mood to go to any party with other people in downtown Bucharest wherein it was so busy because of the holidays. And to add up, the snow was constantly pouring that they were so lazy to go out.

She prepared the Noche Buena and Media Noche for her boyfriend in her Filipino tradition, and he was very satisfied with it.

"You know what? I should bring you along to Vaslui and meet my family there," Harman said as they were eating together.

She suddenly felt panicky. What did he mean by it? They were really getting serious? Well, more serious perhaps.

She swallowed hard as she looked down at the table napkin she was fussing of folding and unfolding on her lap. She did not know what to make of his invitation or what appropriate response she should give.

Why was she panicking anyway? She asked it to herself. Was it because until now Laili's words were still haunting her? That she was not the right woman for Harman? And that she was only his pastime? That she had no place for him and his family?

"In the spring, on a weekend, we'll go there. Just so you can meet my family," he added at her smilingly even though she did not agree to it yet. "B-but..." she started.

Harman stood up from his seat and embraced her from behind. He caressed her shoulders and arms and his hands stopped on her breasts, kneading them softly. She could not resist a moan that came out of her throat because of it. "Harman," she whispered. "I think..."

"Don't think, Alodia. Just say 'yes'," he persuaded while kissing her neck and hair.

"Isn't it too early to meet your family?" she asked with a small voice and moaned again when his lips were on the side of her neck next to her fast-beating pulse.

"I don't think it is. We've been dating for a year and a half now. I think it's time to introduce you to my family. Aren't I reasonable enough? And because I love you, Alodia. That's why I'm doing this for you. For us."

Yes, he always said it. He always said that he loved her. But did she really know how it was to love someone? If she thought this was only a game for her at first, why was she gradually accepting to herself that she was falling for him? And in fact, she even gave all of herself to him. What else could he want?

It should be your love, Alodia, her heart whispered. And yet, she did not want to listen to it any longer.

Bah! Love? Yes, I like Harman. But to fall in love with him? Yes, I think I do love him. But is this love for him real? You have to get it into your head that you are just playing him. You can't love him because you're just going to leave him in the near future. You're just taking your time, enjoying his company... and his steamy lovemaking... and nothing more! Her logical mind-well, mainly her defense mechanism was attacking her again. And she could not do anything about it. "Alodia..." His voice was throaty as he kissed her mouth.

She was just like ice under the sun, melting into him. Her lips moved against his in a hungry kiss. Before she even realized it, she was already naked. So was he. He lay her down on the long sofa even though they haven't finished their meal yet to meet the New Year.

Well, it's not bad to meet the New Year while he makes love to me, a part of her reasoned. She was lucky she had not gotten pregnant even though they made love many times already. She was not on any pill, and he had not even worn a rubber every time. She guessed it was because of her abnormal menstruation.

Harman kneeled and pushed her two legs before he rested them both on his one shoulder, slightly embracing them with one arm. His one hand caressed her right breast as he drove into her body. Her mouth gaped open, one hand grasping his forearm while the other grabbed the edge of the sofa, which had beige leather upholstery.

Their eyes met as they both moaned with pleasure for being one again.

"I love you so much, Alodia!" he declared over and over again, pinching the taut peak of her breast.

"Oh, Harman!" she moaned, feeling him deep into her core.

He thrust hard and long and deep before he pulled only to do it again and again. Her eyes rolled back with such pleasure. Her hair was all over the sofa, which made her even more beautiful in Harman's eyes.

"You're mine, Alodia, aren't you?" he asked, grunting with his own pleasure while he moved in and out of her body.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" she said. But she had no idea if it was the answer to his question or it was because of how he moved in and out of her pleasured body.

Harman bit his lower lip and moved even more passionately. His muscles worked up as he pushed in and pulled out of her femininity. Both of them were damp with perspiration as she tried to do her best in meeting his every hard and delicious thrust. She was so addicted to him and his lovemaking. And every time, he blew her mind.