They did not return until five in the afternoon. With exhausted limbs and clothes that had dried several times with each resting interval, they showered and rested on each respective bed. Both thinking that they should call it a day, an eight-hour worth of walking was enough to make the rest of the day idling worthwhile.
Cay stared at Tanya in her bed with only her collarless shirt and cotton shorts on, cosmetics from her face disappeared after the cleaning, revealing a genuine exoticism only found on dark-skinned beauties. He could make up the slender legs underneath the thin sheet, her small of the waist revealing as she laid sideways, facing the wall, knowingly Cay was staring at her.
She knew what his intention was after familiarizing herself with him during the exploration, she stretched her free leg to reveal the flesh of her calves, her thighs, and the between of her shorts. Purposefully. It was not hard for her to attract males in general, even women, with those eyes of hers.
“Tanya.” Cay said loudly, not concerned of Daniel in the kitchen just outside of the door.
“Yes?”
“You’re beautiful.”, said Cay, half a volume lower than previously called.
Tanya looked at him, not letting go of his gaze for a moment, then smiled.
Cay rose slowly from his bed and began shuffling his sandals towards her, the distance was just a few meters away. He sat down beside her bed, still staring at her motionlessly as if his last movement was non-existent. He reached out his left hand and moved her hair on her left side behind her ear, revealing gold earring with flowery pattern. He moved his rough hand across her forehead caressingly as she laid frozen but invitingly, for more of his touch.
“Would you like a massage? it’s been a long day.”, showing both of his hands to reveal his pure intentions.
Tanya smiled and turned over, approving him of his gesture. Cay began to press on her, starting from the calves, then her slender thighs. Tanya placed her phone on the other side of the bed while Cay continued working on her body, a clay sculpture being remodeled. He reached for her waist and felt her tensing at the touch when he pressed continuously. Hearing her breathing hard, he did not stop and started nibbling on her neck. It smelled like sweet nectar, she was the flower inviting him to touch her more.
With her neck stretched longer, Cay knew she liked it and went back to the same routine, this time he bit it lightly. He could hear her grasp with each jaw sinking into her thin and long neck, her eyes searching where the bite landed on her neck but could not turn, for she was being captivated by Cay’s exciting tenderness. Her breath quickened and deepened, for quite a while.
Stop, she said, breathing heavily. Cay was surprised but did not react impulsively, slowly taking his bite away from her neck, and laid his head beside hers. She finally had a chance to look at his face, it looked pure ecstasy, his eyes looked vaguely frivolous.
As Cay half-laid on her bed, they both starred at the wall beside the bed, wondering what they wanted to do next.
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It came suddenly, Judas just did not know how to react but looked over the horizon beyond the camp. The military was coming towards the camp from a distance away. Some of the refugees took notice of the incoming camo-coated lorries and jeeps, they scurried into their own tents, pulling their children with them, if any of them were theirs.
The doctor and Mya came out from the medical tent, standing beside Judas. They are coming, said the doctor.
Oh no, said Mya afterwards, clasping her mouth with one hand before running towards the administration centre.
Judas did not know what to do, he kept walking towards the entrance between the low wired-fence that was facing where the vehicles were heading towards. Dead ahead. He starred soundlessly, his mind was in a blank. Not believing this was happening, he ran back to the main tent where Mya is in, checking what the other personnel were about to do.
The meeting inside the tent looked informal and chaotic, no doubt the approaching military was causing much distress. The sudden appearance of uninvited guest that were the start of the refugee camps were here, and without good intentions.
“We have to do something!”, shouted one of the administrators to the rest of the table.
“I know, but we need to find out what they’re doing first.”, responded Mya.
“I agree with Mya, they might not have come here to do….”, the doctor was about to say something but was cut off by the roaring engine just outside the camp.
They all went silent, not a single person said anything, aside from craning their heads facing the opening of the tent, Mya and the doctor went outside, followed by the administrators, nurses, and lastly Judas. Confused and frightened, he followed quickly behind the group, to engage with the source of the roaring engines.
A militant, by the look of the red beret and several medals on his left chest of the uniform, a general of some sort came down from the front jeep and walked towards the entrance of the camp. The director of the camp went outside of the wire fence to confront the man.
“I’m Ku, the director of this refugee camp, please state your business for coming here.”
The commander spent a few seconds looking across the camp before removing his beret, with his right knuckle on his waist, he called out something in Burmese that sent troops from the lorries out.
“Sir, why are you here? We’re just a refugee camp that’s taking care of these Rohingyans.”
The man, still with his right knuckle on his waist responded “exactly.”
“Exactly?”, asked the director before the militants started running pass him, straight into the unguarded space that was the only entrance, and exit.
This was Judas’s first time encountering situations such as this, he was helpless to the force of sheer power, the crushingly despair when facing the killing machines.
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