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He tapped my hand, comfortingly. I took a deep breath and tried to smile but couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, Elise.” Andrei’s voice softened. “If it is of any comfort, life doesn’t really like me either. It hates me, in fact.” He looked at me strangely, as if he was realizing something new. “I guess it hates us both... so let’s piss it off by surviving the crap it throws at us.”
I faintly smiled. “Together?” I asked before I thought it through.
He nodded with a faint smile.
“It’s going to be morning soon. We should catch some sleep.” He got up and leaned toward me. “You coming to bed?” he asked, brushing his lips against mine.
I put a hand on his chest and kissed him passionately. He returned each kiss ravenously, asking for more with his lips and hands. If I’d learned one thing since being with Andrei, it was that I couldn't get enough of this man. He lifted me off the floor, his mouth on mine and his dick throbbing against my thigh. I giggled, happy, content.
He was right. Life hated us, but at least now we could hate it back together. Even though he didn’t say it aloud, something told me that he too liked the idea of that.
Chapter 15
Thirty days later
Elise
The ship anchored near the port of Jakarta. It was the first time we hit land since we’d left South Africa. As soon as we disembarked, we rented a hotel for a few days in Jakarta, and Andrei inquired about the homes he was interested in purchasing. We planned to take a look around Jakarta and explore the city.
The city itself reminded me a lot of Bangkok. The busy streets, street food, markets, and modern skyscrapers. Pretty soon into the search, Andrei decided the city was not safe enough and that we would have to move outside of it.
So, we took a cab to our hotel, refreshed ourselves a bit, then ordered another cab to take us around town. First, we made a stop to get new phones. After that, we asked the driver to take us to the best place to have a good meal. We drove around the city for a few minutes and finally arrived at a popular place with some of the best views we had ever seen. The place was right beside a long beach with stunning views, and the host was very friendly as he showed us to our table. Then he showed us the menu and even took the time to explain how each dish was cooked.
We ordered something with exotic names and they served it in four different dishes. I could recognize fish in soup and rice. The other bowls had an assortment of vegetables and another soup that I didn’t recognize. Everything was delicious and so fresh tasting, as if everything came straight from the market.
After the meal, Andrei and I walked along the beach and watched the other foreigners sunbathing or surfing.
“It’s strange but I can see myself here,” I said. “It’s beautiful here.”
“Some parts of it,” Andrei countered. “Others are very dangerous, especially downtown.”
“I don’t think we should stay this close to Jakarta. We are foreigners and, with it being a port city, someone will spot us. I think a quieter place might be safer.”
I agreed, and when we left the beach, we ordered another cab. As we drove, Andrei dialed someone on his phone and had a brief chat in Russian. I was tempted to ask him about it, but when I looked at him, he just smiled and told me he needed to check in with his lawyer back in Boston.
We toured around the city the rest of the day, stopping at sights and seeing what Jakarta had to offer. I knew Andrei did this for me, as he just didn’t seem like the sightseeing type. But it was a lot of fun anyway.
We went to the NationalGallery, Jakarta’s Chinatown, and the Taman Suropati. By night, we had been to so many places and eaten so many snacks, my body felt more tired than it had in months, but I was also wildly happy too.
We spent the night at our hotel and wound up in each other’s arms.
In the morning, we dressed and visited a real estate office to ask what we needed to do to see some homes. The realtor who talked to us had a mustache, and his hair had receded, never to return. Andrei asked him if he had a place for us somewhere quiet. He looked us over carefully, as if he was deciding.
“Married?” he asked.
“Yes, we are,” Andrei lied.
The man nodded, satisfied. Indonesia was strictly Muslim and did things differently.
“I will show you a place,” the realtor said. “Outside town. Very beautiful. It is very, very quiet. You can do whatever you like as a husband and wife.”
He nodded again and led us to his car. Soon, he’d driven us to a place called Gigi Hiu Beach, Lampung.
The house he showed us was on the beach with no neighbors or other buildings in sight and came with several acres of beachfront property. It was right on the beach, and behind the house was a rocky cliff so tall it felt like it would protect the building from anything. There were palm trees encircling the house too, and several tall ones provided shade for some sitting mats laid out neatly beneath their branches. I smiled at each turn, marveling at the beauty of the place.
“It comes furnished,” the agent said as we slowly showed us the living room, dining room, and kitchen. There was another small room on the first floor, so small that it barely fit a bed and a nightstand. I thought it would make a lovely office for Andrei.
