Bojomu My spirit

Take Streets

Vegetable spoon drifted to the center of Arya's thigh, invited his parents to talk carefully, the answer was the best-good.

What was that, Ratih ma'am to bite his finger because Arya discussed the dog-dogs, what style is it?

"Sick, Mum!" pekik Arya while holding the center of her thigh. "About dong, Arya has not had this big bath, has been playing a hit, pity if Ajeng wants it to hurt!"

"Oh my goodness, Pa, your son!"

Mr. Darma raised his hand, he also did not know where Arya came from, if there was a chance they were wrong to bring someone else's child from the hospital, but Arya's face was similar to that of Bi Ratih, that means their child.

The thoughts of these two parents were immediately made chaotic by Arya, both of them immediately drove Arya back to the room, could-be willing to meet the parents must be a ritual first, where has not been a big bath.

"That son, Ma. Wong Papa used to make it a prayer, Papa ya najai, kok ya duemit that model. Papa is afraid of children Ajeng later what, wong Arya model so, hem?"

Bu Ratih also could not answer, regret married Ajeng to Arya, pity Ajengnya who must become pregnant and give birth to demit children, the future threatened grim.

But, since Arya with Ajeng is indeed the change there even though by mouth, Arya is still blar-blar as before, his attitude is no longer, Mr. Darma is a witness during his work together with his son, who is still blar-blar as before, want teased goat pink butt also Arya does not waver.

"Her time yes use pellets, I think he likes to explode, ahahah-ah"

"Hush, Papa this again discuss which one? Ajeng likes to blow what in the room, ahahaahahahah!" replace Ratih's crumpled bu.

This is also the reason why Arya and Ajeng are not asked to live in different houses, none other than to maintain Ajeng's own sanity, pity that each meeting Arya is only preoccupied with sleeping together, right if here can be friends with old citizens and chickens.

"Udah, tomorrow we ask Ajeng!"

"Why ask how it feels to use dur?"

"Ahahahah, no, Ma. Papa wants to ask how many chickens are ready to lay eggs, your mind is a slovenly kayak Arya!"

Geez, madam Ratih clapped her forehead, she did not sleep quietly just because she thought of Arya and Ajeng, could-can make the mind of the parents drift everywhere, like no experience alone.

Hush!

By morning, the bolsters that Ajeng approached turned into a muscular figure that spoiled all parts of his body. Cold continued to say hello, the feeling of already wearing a blanket, but continued to feel the cold for mercy.

"Mas, blankets!"

"Udah wants to shajuh, get up and keep bathing, come on!"

"Entar first, Mas first!"

"Gue already tile times, just wear sturdy clothes to the mosque already, you hunted shower!" Arya further lowered Ajeng's blanket, letting the mature sapodilla's body be clearly displayed in Arya's eyes.

Ajeng frowned, since marriage somehow the night was never calm, there was only interference, want to wake up early also heavy for mercy, the presence or absence of Arya in this house is the same, just like that, the young man kept on painting him.

Ctil!

"Aduuuuhhh, I'm sick!"

One armpit hair Arya get, she wants to shave it later if Ajeng has taken a bath.

"There are ten seeds, Dear. Do I need to shave or shave?"

"Huh, you are sick. Later, Ajeng can be alone, this is because it is often revoked, so the growth spout!" Ajeng was still in a cranky mode, tired of it, so she was emotional, she walked into the bathroom without a single cover, let alone if her husband was crazy would have gone into the bathroom as well.

And her husband was crazy, locked the bathroom door and took a bath together.

Ajeng so want to open a newspaper account owned by her husband, lest all the money in youth run out to pay a lot of biduan, it could be a day just ask directly to him, let alone the same biduan who replace

"Maaas, Mas Arya, you know, here's your shirt, late for the mosque, come on!"

Arya rubs her wet hair, there is no satisfaction with Ajeng, especially if Ajeng moans using Javanese, making him cold hot.

One pair of sandals that deliberately twin Ajeng prepared, bucin acute indeed, to the mosque alone from prayer mat until the sandals were the same, there was the name Ajeng and Arya, their initials.

"Well, my dear?"

"Yes, handsome. Whose husband was it, if not handsome yes I don't want to, rotten wong!" gerutu Ajeng at the end of his sentence.

Arya who heard that instead of getting angry, she actually tickled Ajeng until weak because of laughter, a good confession because indeed he is not a purely good person.

One village also knew how rotten Arya was, only now they felt sorry, knew Arya wanted to repent, they had betrothed with their child at that time.

"Mam, Pap.I went to the same mosque Ajeng, my honey, she is mine, only me, I love you, Dear!"

"The real girl, Mom, same old man. Sir, ma'am.we're going to the mosque huh, assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful!"

Ajeng rose to the bonfire of Arya after previously dragging Arya's ear, her husband must know how to say good and right, let alone the same parents.

"Yes, that's lop!"

"Aahahahahah, I'll take English lessons sometime!"

"Later, if Ajeng gets bullied, you're jealous. Bule likes the same brown kayak-" silent, Arya already glanced sharply, even clenched her hands, willing to punch the air in front of her. "This is already a local bule, you, guanteng not plural!"

"Dear!"

"Yes, just like you, don't be jealous, like I'm an angel!"

Arya is fond of entering before they are separated right and left, Arya's view does not escape Ajeng, he continues to stalk his wife, making sure Ajeng is safe from the ugliness and glances of other men.

***

For two days Ajeng did not want to see his chicken, for whatever reason as if he did not fall in love with the rooster, his feelings are chaotic, waiting for the chicken to lay eggs just makes him dizzy instead of playing.

"Huft, I don't usually like this, where the spirit, Jeng!" Swoop his chest.

He was really not excited here, from earlier there was no work completed, he was forced to ask people to feed the chicken in the available containers, he just sat down, occasionally his eyes twitched, he said, but change with a high sense of laziness.

Husband: Dear, have you eaten?

Your wife: No, Mas. No appetite, bad mouth, bitter!

My husband is calling...

Ajeng accepted lazily, he was still sitting on the porch of the house.

"Why?" aryan's face appeared instantly.

"No nappiness, Mas Arya is home at what time?"

"So soon, you miss me?"

"Pengen was invited to muter-muter, Mas." he replied sulking, unlike Ajeng usually, his eyes were watering without cause.

Arya pitya, like he never took his wife for a walk.

"Gue came home, don't cry dong, I don't like it!" Arya sugar her hair back repeatedly, it happens that she has not been cut, still modeled like the actor in the movie F4 first. "Dear, how the cry becomes, wait, I go home spit, we'll muter-muter, okay, wait, stop crying!"

To hell with the work at hand, he can also do it tomorrow, what matters now is how he makes Ajeng relieved and not crying anymore, his heart aches when he sees Ajeng crying even though it is not clear why.

Either, lately Ajeng who is usually cheerful for mercy and talk a lot prefers silence and pull over, more upset than dare to remind Arya, even when Arya asked for rations Ajeng did not fight, obey and then sleep.

Yeah, is his wife pregnant?

Suddenly Arya turned her brain to it, if she remembers since the operation was over, Ajeng and she was never absent from conjugal relations, he said, it is precisely every day and it can be said more than once round, know how strong Arya, a former bad beat phenomenal.

Brums!

Arya parked carelessly her car, switched to running in while throwing jackets and shoes carelessly, washing her feet quickly before she finally found Ajeng lying with his eyes closed wet in their beloved bed.

"Dear, I'm coming home, you know?" Arya whispered, teasing the soul that had just calmed down. "Don't cry, plis.I can't if you cry like gini, or I'm sick!" with one hand, Arya wiped away the trace of tears on Ajeng's face. "Gue will invite you to muter whatever to where, you want to go where is important we both, same me, I will follow, I'm not as bad as that to not want to go for a walk, so I don't want to go, lo cry gini like my kejem would be. Dear, wake up, come on!" Arya was clenching as Ajeng just opened his eyes.

Strangely forgetting what to do, Ajeng blinked slowly, asked in his heart, he bounced what to cry all, kept her husband to talk a no-no, indeed he did what, all lost from Ajeng's memory.

"Well, how come you've come home, you lied to Mr. Darma again, huh?"

Arya glared, what a lie, she came and left everything also for Ajeng.

"Who takes a walk, Mas. You're ngaco!" Ajeng pushes Arya's chest. "This bell seals his body, who wants to go for a walk, you digress this!"

Lah, Arya assured once again, it was true Ajeng, the clothes were still the same, there could be no Ajeng so-genesis.

"Ahahahah, don't digress anyway, Mas. I don't want to go for a walk, just want to sleep, hunt for a bath, hug!"

Heuh!

Arya held her fist, wanted to punch the chicken if she could, had she realized and had not been drinking for a long time, the possibility of her bouncing was small, there was a cctv in the office if Ajeng asked for evidence.

But, Ajeng actually pushed with both feet, asking Arya away because the smell had not been bathing after work.

"Dear, you never dare to say I smell, my fragrance oil is expensive millions, do not take a bath of fragrant, you often want to even not take a shower first, heh!" Arya urged to come closer, again kicked Ajeng. "Oh my dear, you why ah!"

'Bau, Ajeng do not like your loh this smell, stinky smell, before Ajeng that, people smell really unconscious!" cibir Ajeng's.

Whats!