
*** MISTER MUJIONO'S HOUSE,
“Kang Mas welcome home,” bu Sri cantile kiss hand sir Muji.
“Iya deck, this mamas bring souvenirs from the city,” Look back.
Derris looked at Mr. Muji's house, the building made of wood and tiles are also made of similar materials.
“Mas Derris!!” hysterically, Sri Kanthil patted both cheeks.
“Eh...eh uh release me, boss!” Derris refuses to be touched by Mr. Muji's wife.
It feels uncomfortable for Derris when touched by others. Moreover it was a woman, she did not like her body to be the object of anxiety.
“Hehehehe I am very happy that Derris went home with Mr. Muji. Let's go in, I've masakin food and snacks village like this Mager.” Blinking his eyes at Mr. Muji.
Derris's feelings are starting to feel bad, Mr. Muji is not right. Plus his wife, I guess it's not okay anymore. Very aggressive too, just met aja already playing hot like a mother-and-daughter storm like a chat.
“Mas Derris, this will later become his bedroom mas Derris. There was a bed and a bathroom inside. If the TV is on the 1st floor of this house, usually out of prayers Isya residents gather to watch together.” Said Mr. Muji escorting Derris to his new room.
In Derris's room there is a window facing the water guava tree. Coincidentally entering the flowering season, Derris first saw a water guava flower. Which he thought was beautiful and eccentric like fireworks that shimmered in the sky.
“Mas Derris please towel, if you want to shower first. There is no hot water here, because it is as hot as hot water for bathing. Hotter temptation mbok coffee shop Sriyem!” pak Muji's wife apparently knows the legend of Sriyem mbok warung.
A wife's intuition turns out to be sharper than a KB syringe. Mobile phone signals are hard to come by, especially the internet. Where did Sri Kantil know that temptation?
“Kanda and Mas Derris were waiting for ojek there my dear, do not think that macem-macem. Kanda only married one macem wife, yes tho?” the chin of Sri Kantil.
“Oh yes, kanda just returned from the city can ask for the shower is also not.” Mr. Muji's flickering eyes.
Ms. Sri Kantil was not strong enough to get a flirtatious visual attack on her husband. Plus a hand squeeze of Mr. Muji on his shoulder. Looks like there is a cable that is short of a closet, now connected by electricity. More precisely Muji power hahahaha.
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Ceklekkk, suiiittt ssuuusssuuiiiiittt dubidu dam dam dam dam. After cleaning his body of sweat and street dirt. Derris felt very fresh and while kicking. Accompanied by the whistling of his lips, which looked like a cherry.
There were two pairs of eyes that enjoyed the scene without blinking, and were usually dogged. He stood right in front of the bathroom door, and Derris finally came to his senses. The feeling is not bad and comes out cold sweat.
“Yaaa aa aa aa kkkkk suuueeeeet..... Suuueeettttannnn againiiiiiii””” Shout as loud as possible.
Brukkk, Derris's towel fell on the floor that originally wrapped his lower body. Initially the eye had received a bonus of fresh torn bread with melted water splashing. Now the grand prize he saw clearly, and looked at his face flat. Rushed Derris put on his towel again. And the whole house invaded Derris' room. Checking if the devil was taking a bath was following Derris.
“Mana setannya masssssss!!! “
Mr. Muji brought a spiky bamboo and bandana from a scout tie. Bu Sri Kantil entered with a frying pan and a broomstick. Even stranger still the two young girls enter carrying a makeup tool.
“Sri Ayu!” said Sri Kantil ma'am shocked.
Apparently not a demon, but the youngest son of Mr. Muji. Don't ask me why Derris is screaming mulu demons. Because Sri Ayu is the youngest child who has a hobby of angon kebo in the meadow. Due to continuous exposure to sunlight, the color of his skin became charred like a pot butt. Black bruised like charcoal, and his hair cut like a man. His face is always in the mascara bengkoang, so as to ward off free radicals. That's why Derris is afraid, the habits of Mr. Muji's children are strange. And the room used by Derris was once owned by Sri Ayu. He took his mask box. He never escaped from the dependence of the mask.