Bojomu My spirit

Shaving Effect

Two days before the wedding was held, even though there was no grand event or how, the villagers alone were more than enough, considering that both of Aryan's parents were former important people.

Inevitably Ajeng adjust to the situation, he will wear the best wedding clothes from the choice of his mother-in-law, while Arya wear a suit alone no one can beat his charm.

"Mbak Dewi ngajari I stretch this loh, sueneng my skin can be smooth, not bolotan, once a half can boil Arya mas, right, Mother Goddess?!"

"Ahahahahah, yes, of course, I love you best, proven artist on the package!" balas Goddess.

"Wow, what if I come out of here like Luna?"

Duars,

Dewi only answered with a cry, Luna from where try, want to be stretched out until the kilo is also still not the same, the difference between the sky stack two.

Stretch until washing hair with Dewi's flagship product, all packed today, do not forget the input from Desi bu, Ajeng asked for Dewi's help.

"Tissue, Mother Goddess, pain all!"

"Having it?"

Ajeng nodded, "Udah, I love it down as well, even suakit not because of the time, Mother Goddess!"

Lumpia in the mouth of Dewi suddenly fell, sprinkled out, he then stood up, pulled Ajeng into his room, then he opened his sister-in-law's brook.

"Yes, Ajeeeeng!" shouted the Goddess until Hikam and his two children on the terrace ran in.

"Sir, what's wrong?" ask Hikam while gedor the door.

Dewi asked Ajeng to quickly wear his full clothes, although his sister grimaced with pain, inevitably had to look neat in front of Hikam, let alone there are two small children in this house.

"Sick, Mother Goddess!"

"Yes, sick. Kan, I'm just saying in the hand or in the armpits, if it's even the same underneath, it's a model of glue, try now like a striped watermelon!" The goddess turned the key to her room door, three people were already waiting there.

Hikam saw the condition in the room, all he saw was Ajeng with teary eyes sitting in front of the Goddess's dressing table while his hands were between two thighs.

"Why, Nda?"

The goddess clapped her forehead, she then stood up, whispering a shocking fact to Hikam.

Instead of pity, Hikam just laughed loudly, sad and painful face of his sister was entertainment tonight.

Although not see how it looks, Hikam can imagine, Ajeng skin tends to be brown, brown, brown, extreme shaving effects can be reddish white.

Watermelon striped if said Goddess, until late Ajeng did not stop laughing, he also laughed at himself.

"What happened, Mother Goddess?"

"What?"

"Can't you go back to chocolate again?"

"It can't be, but it'll be back!" The goddess gives ointment to the scuffed skin. "Ahahahah, have you slept here, until marriage later, you are here, Tiwi ma'am has agreed!"

Ajeng nodded, he complied, after all in this house is his original family, he also had to adapt to living one house with Hikam and Goddess, long lived in the parlor, his free soul must be controlled.

By morning, a message came in from Arya, the habit of Ajeng after dawn busy themselves to clean the room and its surroundings, because this is in the house of Hikam, he cleaned the leaves fell in the yard.

"Jeng, Arya called!"

"Eh, yes, Mother Goddess, just a second!" he walked slowly, honestly hit by a still sore and uncomfortable cloth, urinating just like being struck by lightning from below. "Where is the gap, Mother Goddess?"

One message and many missed calls, surely the demit was furious with him.

"Hello, Mas Ar-"

"Where the hell, it's not bales pesen, the phone is not lifted!"

"Duh, ngomel gini early in the morning your reward is reduced, patience ... This adjeng is again pinned at his home mas Hikam, Mas Arya, was yesterday told, my skin until smooth stretching here, continue to make me look like mbak Luna!"

"Luna who?"

"What's so famous, you're guaranteed not to know me!"

Arya smiled faintly there, one more day they would stay together, she would tie Ajeng in the most end relationship in a life, the girl would be his wife, she would be, who will accept him as he is and be with him in joy and sorrow.

"Mas, I'm another broom in front of the house, you get ready to work there, don't be lazy!"

"And, I'll still be working, Dear ...lo to the village today?"

"No, I've taken a special leave from Mr. Kades, after all I can not walk well, Mas. Shave even keblasab loh, until scuffed all!"

"What size?"

Uh, Ajeng shut up, let go when he talks, there's always no brake.

Finally, inevitably he explained to Arya what happened last night in this house, instead of pity, the same as Hikam, Arya laughed loudly, even to the point of coughing uncontrollably.

Ajeng lips are made to frown like the lower lip, both endure pain and soreness, the bottom is shaved extreme, the top is laughed at constantly, the name is just trying and prank, so it is all wrong.

"Dear, one more day!"

"Yes, Ajeng did not forget, here all on busy, bu Tiwi same bude Lastri afternoon here, want to help mbak Dewi, Mas .. already yes, you whatever you want, whatever you want, He wants to clean up!"

"Love you, Dear ...."

Ajeng's cheeks met with red chocolate, like a lollipop, he palpated and rubbed repeatedly. Arya's voice is more beautiful than the discount pot sales, penetrated into the soul, expelled repeatedly, still can not.

He keeps his cell phone in his pants pocket, continues to sweep the yard, a lot of leaves fall like pieces of his heart that fall apart when Arya said love, so crazy.

"Jeng, you laugh at yourself!"

"This mummy, you know what?"

"No, what?" Hikam walked over, he looked at his sister who was timidly the cat. "Arya, what are you ashamed of, huh?"

"Mas Hikam used to like to say that lopyu is the same as Mbak Dewi?"

"Obviously, every day I say that to him, let him love her, Arya says that to you?"

Ajeng nodded, wanting him to feel the claws of the ground in the yard of this house, he made a picture of Arya's face.

"You are yes, Mas sampa can not say if you have already discussed you, be patient, still one day more, tell Arya not to run away, if you do not come here to say anything, I'm getting married!"

"Aaaah, don't, Mas Hikam. Do you want to!"

"What client?" Hikam snatched his broom, who was asked immediately fell down. "God-k"

"Hiloooo, the anus is still sick, Mas Hikam, play grab broom, it's a grip loh!"