CIRCUMCISION

Stump Prisoners

Slamet's trip to the hospital, did not take long with the usual dock he was riding.

Along the hallway of the Slamet hospital feel, happiness they will certainly achieve.

Sundirah has given signs of recovering, and Sulastri is on his way home. While Harjito, although still in the care of doctors because of the stab wound, but all gave hope for their happiness.

slamet's relief, taking him on a light step with a smile, greeted each passing by people as he passed through the hospital hallway.

"Looks like a fresh breeze brings this good story, yes, Mr. Slamet." A man's voice greeted Slamet.

Slamet turned his head and found Suprapto who had greeted him.

"Prapto sir is here too..?" Notya answered Suprapto's greeting, instead asked back.

" I drove Lurah Djaelani, whose diabetes he suffered like, requiring him to stay here as well." Suprapto replied as his hands pointed towards the room, where Djaelani was being treated.

"The stab wound, a month ago it was difficult to dry the pack, plus his vision was also blurry. All with the consent of Ndoro Siman, so we refer him to this hospital." Suprapto's explanation was long, and made Slamet turn towards Djaelani lying down. Then he breathed heavily. After talking in a sense of enough, they separated.

Slamet headed for Harjito's room at the end of the hall. Slowly Slamet's footsteps approached Harjito who was still asleep.

her pale face, and closed eyes made Slamet pity. He looked fixedly at every subtle-pull, Harjito's breath.

"Clearly soon lee. Life without stumbling again." The inner Slamet is never separated from any of his prayers.

The second changed minutes, Harjito's eyes slowly opened, and looked around the room.

"Oh.... Mr. Lik.... Been long? sorry I know." Harjito tried to sit down. When he saw the figure of Slamet standing facing the window, looking outwards.

"Already.. You just lie down! don't move much." Slamet approached, and fixed the location of the blanket that Jito was wearing.

"I also just came lee, how are you? what do you feel right now..?" While sitting next to the bed, Slamet asked Harjito's condition.

"My wound is improving sir lik, I actually ndhak kerasan here, mr. lik, want to go home." Harjito threw his gaze out the window.

"Prophe le, you must be strong. Today your mom picked up Sulastri."

"So you must be strong and get well soon. Ndoro lurah Djaelani is also being treated at this hospital."

"sugar disease that he suffered, requires him to undergo treatment here." Slamet gave an explanation to Jito.

"Sir lik... Am I a man who is still able to protect women?" suddenly Jito asked Slamet a question.

"Down far away your worry Jito, you are now a husband. Mr. Ik sure Lastri, also just want you as his companion, she's a loyal woman"

"Why are you suddenly questioning this?" Slamet turned around, and was surprised by Jito's question, which should not be the issue discussed in the future.

"I'm afraid I can't protect Lastri sir." Jito was desperate.

"Your impenan cekelana, the yen impen amarga is dead, my description is rich manuk sing swiwine is broken, I can start investing."

"Please tell me lire momot strong nandhang sakening try lan pandhadharaning urip." Slamet gave me advice.

"The spirit of le... Let's rise up, what are you afraid of?" Slamet gave a smile and advice. Harjito responded by grasping Slamet's hand, and nodding his head.

sardi's plotters and his comrades, gathered in their hiding place. On the side of the teak mat, not so far from the beach, and the place was originally where Suyud and Yatemi were killed by Sardi, and the tomb was side by side.

The unmanageable persil land, became the headquarters of the conspirators of the hoodlums and robbers hide, and perform orgasm for their impingement.

The land built with some of the small gubug, serves as their residence and as their hiding place.

There were four women spawning on the shoulders of the men.

"Ndhuk..here you are! Foot and back of Sardi's kang." Sardi called one of the four young women.

"The "lust-women approached with a seductive smile at Sardi.

"Kang....! We have to set up another scheme to retaliate against them, I have the right to accept defeat like this." Bogel still burns Sardi's ambition.

"We have to spend their history Sardi, time! you guys run down the alley against the smelly kids! heh.....? ha. ha. ha.."

"Level class scoundrel teri you le. ha. ha ha.." The insults of an old man in the plot, berating Sardi and nude after hearing the story of their defeat.

"I Get Pointed right at **onderdil**came me! kalu didn't already perish it was a man named Naris." Sardi defended himself.

"Please... please.... Get me out of here...!" Cribbing cries and cries rang out from a huddle at the side, a larger huddle where the bastards had gathered.

"Loh.. there are prisoners anyway..! Who's kang...?" Sardi narrowed his gaze toward the voice.

"She's the daughter of an official, in town."

"No one touches him, for he will be a treasure for us." Said the old man who is usually called by the name of Tunggak.

"Why did he get here?" Sardi asked back.

"I kidnapped her, when there was a folk party in the square. I'll make him my man later, and I'll wring out the rich old man." A smile reveals a plan.

"Hemm.. cunning once you're apparently kang, ha.ha.ha.." Sardi's laughter exploded when he heard Tunggak's words.

"you're the stupid one..! Why should I stick to one woman? there are many beautiful and rich women." Tunggak did not lose to sneer Sardi back.

"Because I love him kang, my love leads me to a sense of loyalty." Sardi defended himself.

"Your age is no longer young Sardi, will be until when do you refuse the beauty of a woman's embrace, the warmth in the contest. heh....?" Wait to talk while igniting rolling tobacco.

They talk and spend time. While on the side of the gubug still sayup sound heard the voice of the girl in the gubug asking for help.

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***Cekelono******your drawing, impen yen amarga dead, urip it rich manuk sing swiwine broken, first ora can be sown."

(Sticking to the dream, because if the dream dies, life is a broken winged bird, it cannot fly)

Patience lire momot strong nandhang sakening try lan pandhadharaning urip."

(Patience is an ability to resist all kinds of temptations in life**)

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Tuh... there are more hostages 🤧 why is it always the woman who is made hostage?

Later on again Yes Mak 🤭

love you all trees e 😘😘