Bojomu My spirit

The Risk of Marriage in Brondong

The intention is only until noon, not to yearya Arya and Mr. Darma just returned before breaking the fast.

Arya's favorite sweet is already in the middle room, waiting for the opening time with Ratih's mom while watching the lecture broadcast, making each other simple and praying.

Dooor!

"Mas, duh!" Ajeng almost toppled over, want to run can fall him, his legs are not balanced, walk like a man out of circumcision. "There's a shower, so open it up!"

Mrs Ratih glanced a little, wanted to know the interaction of the child and his hilarious daughter-in-law, the house so crowded there are Ajeng here, both from now on like five people, Ajeng can split into four.

"Open it up, Dear?" whispered Arya.

"Hush!" Arya pats the cheek on her shoulder. "Open after a day of fasting it is drinking the same meal, why even deposit, can not loh, not lemes what your cucumber is?"

"No, we're drinking straight away, are you Dear?" whining around Ajeng's neck. "So, I'll take a shower!"

"Hey-" Ajeng glanced, wanted to grab Arya's hair, lucky to have in-laws, he had to hold back. "then you are going to the mosque, I want to be home anyway!"

"Yes, go to the mosque, but it's still later, Dear .. open it first, let's not get sick!" Arya bit the ear in front of her.

Really, Ratih's mom can hear it all, want to be embarrassed, but yes her own son, it's appropriate if Arya subscribes to the hotel, it's the same Ajeng just don't want to stop, worry if Ajeng why-not, where the path is like a penguin now, it must be his son.

The opening time arrived, as Arya said earlier, two glasses he brought to the room, only drinking two sips earlier in front of Ratih and Mr. Darma, they can not prevent Arya from asking it from Ajeng, their son is married, free to do it at any time.

"Mama doesn't imagine that she's been operating, Pa. Lah, there are no seeds already like that, how if it already exists, can get pregnant twice a year Ajeng later!"

Mr. Darma chuckled, "Pregnant that year yes once, where there are twice, Ma!"

"It could be, like who it is, still three months old the first, uh fill it again, now confused looking for a maid!"

"Ahahahahahah, so be it, Arya ya ask Ajeng at home, can he take care, Arya really serious work really, Ma. This day, he fasted very hard, even the same Rian Juna was jabbling, their clothes were soaked wet!"

But, still being a woman who is experienced in pregnancy obviously makes Ratih mom feel scary for her child, as she remembers before she and Mr. Darma are not so excited, it is only natural in relationships, let alone still newly married.

Ck, eating so much less tasteful this way, repeatedly wondering Ajeng flanked in the room was the same Arya, if you can ya bu Ratih want to sleep or horrified, maybe Ajeng shouted for help.

"Udah, they are big, Ma ... Arya ya clearly know the condition of his wife, looks affectionate he is the same Ajeng, otherwise, where might be carried up earlier," said Mr. Darma.

"You know, just anxious, pity Ajeng if it's hard to walk again!"

"Well, it's not normal!"

Kan, the answer of Mr. Darma is the same as his son, Arya also adheres to that, if it is usual it will feel different.

***

Ajeng grimaced slightly as his own was being attacked again, the sensation of pain was still there even though a moment later he felt comfortable and addicted.

His face was attached to Arya's plain chest, along with pounding, really their skin met, for a moment Arya asked to lie down to straighten the legs, his closed eyes became an opportunity for Ajeng to play the sculpture on the chest up to the stomach, he just drew the origin.

"Dear," called Arya as Ajeng's hand began to descend down, Ajeng looked up. "This time to the mosque, don't build him up again!"

"Would you get your hands up?"

"Kan, you're still plain gini, I've seen it already electrified, want again?"

"No, tired, Mas Arya .. don't worry!" Keep her body away. "Mas, if you haven't had a gini operation, what's going outside?"

Arya opened her eyes wide, rarely anyone asked her about this, but true as well, she had to answer.

"The same liquid, just there is no content of my seedlings, it is picketed, new entar released!"

Arya nodded, she kissed Ajeng's forehead, her heart was restless when away from this girl, although she knew many more beautiful than Ajeng, but this Ajeng model was difficult for her to get.

"Well, why kiss, shower first!"

"Aren't you going to take a shower, Dear?"

Ajeng crossed his hands to the front of his chest, "Mas Arya don't be weird!"

"Ahahahahah, this bath is over, there is still time, want nen!"

Heh!

Plaque, plaque, plaque!

"Duuuuhhh, how to be beaten anyway, Dear?!" Arya rubs her head, Ajeng claps ya pretty sick. "Kan, you want that toy"

"You don't fuck that, Mom!"

"Kan, same with you!"

"Yes, but look at the time, just finished this tablets, Ajeng's feet are still trembling!" Ajeng put Arya's hand to her foot, let her know that she's shaking for real. "Yes, right? Ajeng do not lie, this Ajeng is older than you, slowly, otherwise it can fall out of Ajeng's bones!"

The cup!

"Sukurin, risk marriage with brondong!" Arya kicked the blanket again, she turned off the room lights.

Fifteen minutes, still enough for him.

"Maaaaasss, my goodness!"

***

"Yes', from the open, you go to the mosque, keep coming back, Mama hasn't seen Ajeng out of the room, she's fine, right?"

"Well that, Mam. He took a shower when I went to the mosque, at most he prayed, Mam. I'll check first!"

"Yes, check it out, don't ask for more than a check!" madam Ratih did not get tired of sneering at her son who missed the limit, just a matter of days married to Ajeng, her daughter-in-law was made at home in the room.

Arya stepped wide, she knocked on the room door, there was no answer, she turned the door handle, it was unlocked, Ajeng was inside, in a prostrate position.

But, long Arya waited, his wife did not wake up at all.

"Dear, hey!" Arya turned Ajeng's body, she laid it on her lap. "Dear, why?"

"Ajeng," he called. "Jeng, you're beating me, right? Ajengs!"

Arya patted both cheeks Ajeng, the eyes were still closed, Arya was getting scared, she kissed Ajeng lips while giving artificial breath, still no progress.

"Yyoung, Paaaaaap ... Fainting!" his yell.

Madam Ratih sprayed the tea she just sipped, while Mr. Darma threw the phone she just held, both of them ran up while holding firmly.

"What, Yeah'?"

"What's up, huh'?"

Arya kissed Ajeng's sleeping face, "Tolongin, Mam, Pap...he didn't wake up!" panicked.