Bojomu My spirit

Suggestion Bu Desi (Size)

Smiles enter the village office, usually run like a chicken chased, now the way zig-zag, the color of his lips is not red chili again, replace dusty pink, his hair tied bun, his voice softened.

Serena Ajeng, her sister mas Hikam, made an uproar for all the villagers once Hikam announced the status of the sister he had been looking for a long time ago.

Previously, Miss Desi and some other staff would match niece until their son with Hikam's sister, but when he found out she was Ajeng, the application letter was kept neat.

Who dares to fight a whipped bird aka deminya Ajeng, great losing experience, high flying hours until there is no size.

"Well, Miss Desi isn't that because of Arya?"

Ms. Desi shook her head, "No matter what, yes there is fear, know the one nusa nusa bangsa about Arya, tuerkenal sak jagat raya Indonesia merdeka, Jeng. Just, if it's you, my husband will open private lessons cockfighting champion, better not to, heavy, Jeng!"

"Loah, the Ajeng was the plan instead of the egg agent, the chicken farm," said Ajeng, he approached while whispering. "Bu Desi knows that the man's wallet does not have a bulkhead for the girl?" bu Desi mangosteen. "We must be matrei and realistic, so I was once held the wallet mas Arya, biuuhhh .. I itung-itung, quite loh for the egg agent business, so I was, buy a hen a lot of eggshells are still leftover, so I ask for the dowry if he wants to be with me!"

"What's mahar?" missi Bu gawking.

"Don't that loh, Missi, the flies will come in, eheheheh .. I ask the chicken petelor with him, let me sell chicken eggs!"

"Demit you agree?"

Ajeng nodded, even three head nods, without a babibu Arya immediately gave the money Ajeng needed, as long as next week married him.

"Jeng, I'm just a suggestion, is your demit already high flight hours, know as much nectar of flowers, ahahaha ... you are ready not yet a bride?"

"What's ready, Miss Desi? Rooms?" he remembered that Arya told the man's house first, until Ajeng's room was renovated. "Jeng to Arya's house, ma'am!"

"That's not it, but that's it!" confused himself explained, he pulled Ajeng closer, making sure there was no one but them here, Desi whispered, giving advice on the preparation of a bride, this time is short and the preparation is short.

Ajeng snorted, his hands suddenly moved from the armpits to the thigh gap, he shook his head overshadowing the idea of his senior co-worker.

"Wow, can't I, Miss Desi. If the problem is tell cut or shave only I can, but if cleaned all, kebayang pulled the same duct tape, model glue so, yes not virgin before my time, Miss Desi. Lips under Ajeng ya can meleyot-leyot loh mounted glue feathers that, mbok carikan light, horrified loh!"

"That's powerful, guys like clean, let alone Arya models who have flown here and there, plus if you look different!" ms. Desi gave her referrals. "I'm that marriage, Jeng. In fact, my husband was immediately excited, the jungle was clean, surely your demit was the treatment, if you do not ya will not have a name until now, legendary whipped bird!"

Ajeng bite his lower lip, this month of fasting loh, torture if you have to shave all that for the sake of the future husband.

After work, Ajeng did not immediately meet the proposal from Desi ma'am, he submitted first to Tiwi ma'am and Bude Lastri, both of them laughed off imagining the shaving process, but from the two of them, hinting agreed.

"You want to use my little scissors, Jeng. You are a diligent person, can Aryan flu if you do not clean!"

"Well, if you want to do his face there, you'll find birds with nests, you can bring your face, Bude!" reply Ajeng.

"You don't believe it, it's a warm-up, I'm an experience, Tiwi yaiya ma'am, no shave, ma'am?"

Glue, glue,

Bu Tiwi was clumsy, unable to answer at all, usually laughing at the deliberate torture.

They know it is not very important, but since there is a chance to work on Ajeng, after all when there is another opportunity, they agree with Desi's advice.

"Two or one day before the wedding, already clean, would you like if Arya sleep outside keep the flu?"

Shake his head.

Yes, Ajeng will not open his voice to Hikam or Goddess, he will be silent a thousand languages.

Tonight, as he usually meets Arya, keep the distance he does, but against Arya will never win.

"It's just a sandal problem, Mas Arya. Don't be so angry!"

"Nobody is angry, it's just my slippers I love you, why did he wear!" pointing lazy person who had borrowed Ajeng sandals. "So he's the sandal, as long as in the car no one wears the slippers if not me, so absolutely my feet are the same lo!"

"Well, yes I've finished this I clean, you continue to use, then I continued, back to the way it was, don't be angry so, fasting month there is no demon!"

Arya scooped her face, "Gue's not angry, I said that!"

"Yes, yes you are not angry, a good person who can be angry, his handsome double if the red is his face loh, this Ajeng guuuueeeemeter!" Ajeng up and down both his shoulders, managed to make Arya laugh, lost the annoyance of his jealous son. "What do you want to buy?" glancing shyly, nawarin, but later Arya who paid.

"I don't know, I'm still a laper, I want it not too heavy. Can you make spaghetti?"

"Heh, what spa-spa?"

Arya turned her steering wheel, she clashed her forehead slightly at the wheel, forgot who to talk to, without answering Arya took to the mini market not far from the mosque end of the village.

"It's called a noodle for spaghetti, there's a bolo-sauce... " Arya continues to explain, even to the texture of the sauce and its taste, the sprinkling of cornets he explained.

Unfortunately, Ajeng gaped in front of a special window of female body care, the image of the woman lifting her armpits and as if the fur there was all uprooted.

Dreadful!

Waduh, screech!

Arya pulled Ajeng's hand to follow him back, stumbling like forced marriage tonight as well.

"Anu, Mas Arya .. I can buy other additions not really, but this is using my money anyway, do not ask you, you just wait in the car!" Show Arya's car, scratch your head until it blisters.

"Buy what?" Arya spy.

"Anuu, it's a girl-" glanced at the cashier who was curious. "-it's you waiting outside aja loh, me-"

"Buy what, that's what women, don't know me!" Arya press Ajeng's shoulder. "You know me, softek?"

"Non-no!"

"Continue, what? Lipstick, hair cream, facial soap, deodorant or something, by the way!" arya's views are serious on Ajeng.

Cashier's mother became envious in the eyes of Arya mas that, cie.

"Opaan, tell me!"

"Duh, Mas Arya just go there, girl business!" Arya's hands are absolutely possessive.

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Later up again yes, BuCil try to make this cake syringe loh, walah gosong, bitter pol!