DERRIS

21. SRI DEWI IS NAUGHTY

“Mas... Mas Derris let's wake up hehehe,” Sri Dewi has been wearing a negligee midi that shows her cleavage.

In his sleep, Derris dreamed of riding a motorcycle.

“Ngang ngeeenggg ngeeeenggg bruum bruum,” that's the sound of Derris' mouth.

“Hihihi mas Derris funny, definitely dream ride motor.” The Sri Dewi smiled as Derris thrust on her shoulders.

In his subconscious, Derris is riding his iron horse. The handstang that he twisted is the shoulder of Sri Dewi. Sontak made Sri Dewi sigh of ease because she was aroused by the touch of Derris who was still sleeping.

“Auuuhhhh uhhhh uhhh isssshhhh uuuhhhh,” Suddenly pak Muji's ears suddenly contaminated by the sacred voice typical of Biak developing people.

The finished coffee cup was about to be taken to the kitchen to be washed, when passing in front of Derris' room there was an absurd sound. It's as if a woman is struggling what thrashing is.

“Eh mas Derris kok mukai puber ya hihihi, nguping ah.” Mr. Muji put his earlobe on the door.

The voice of Sri Dewi is so regular and vague. Makes Mr. Muji even more cool to imagine it.

“Ckckckc cool night time for same fighter wife hihihi.” Mesam-mesem alone sambi eavesdrop on his own son's voice.

“Pakkkkk!” sri Ajeng's voice caused Mr. Muji's illegal activities to break down.

“Ssssttttttttt,” Pak muji hinted to keep his daughter quiet and join nguping.

Then sure enough, Sri Ajeng innocently also eavesdropped with his father. From the middle room Sri Kantil came, he also saw the attitude of his two family members doing awkward.

“Dag dig dug dueeeerrrrrrrrr,” bu Sri Kantil forging both backs of father and son.

“Sssstttttt... Mumpung exclaim ma'am, let's follow nguping.” Take both.

And true the family is rather gesrek, just want to follow the invitation of a heretic nan ngepengininin it. The wringing of Derris' hand on Sri Dewi's shoulder stopped. Make a protest the eldest daughter of Mr. Muji's.

“Mas Derris let's go again hhuuuuhhhh,” grumbling voice of girls in the room.

“Eh ma'am, how does his voice look like our son Sri Dewi?” Mr. Muji spoke softly to his wife.

Hot hearted Sri Ajeng lost start from his eldest sister.

“Mbakkkk!!” lengkanglah Sri Dewi who originally sat on the lip of the bed.

Derris is still asleep and unmoved, preeeeeeeeeetttt. Tilting his body and farting. Right in front of Sri Dewi's face the ammonia gas was sprayed directly from Derris's stomach crater.

“Hukkk hueeeekkkkkkk,” the distinctive aroma of garbage from the stomach it gushes and makes nausea.

“Pak kitaaa,” pak Muji's wife shocked and held her husband's arm.

“Quiet ma'am, hopefully not as we thought.” Trying to calm.

“Hoeeeeeeeyyy what's the matter?” sri Ajeng protests are still innocent and not yet polkadot his mind.

In the minds of parents, if you hear the sighs and clothes of his daughter. Must have come to mind macem-macem ala-ala accident produced by grandchildren.

“Dinda, you help Sri Dewi who is vomiting yes. Kanda wants to wake up this bajindul who pretended to sleep this.” Mr. Muji changed his face.

“Pak, why my Derris?” sri Ajeng's hand restrained his wrathful father's body.

“Heh youth hope-destroying parents women. Wake up!” mr. Muji kicked Derris' bed.

“Hwaaaaaa earthquakeaaa,” Derris wake up.

He was very surprised to see Pak muji's eyes glaring at him and twisting the straight end of his mustache after rebonding.

“Mas Derris, you are the accused of the abuse of the eldest daughter!” accuse Mr. Muji of riding one of his legs on the bed.

Glucose, gulp “I was riding a motor sport pack, fitting there bend my stomach heartburn. And finally boker under the jackfruit tree. Suddenly there was an earthquake, where there I did pervert.” Derris told me about his dream that was cool turing motor sport.

“Can't do it, Derris has to take responsibility anyway. Tomorrow mas Derris must soon be complicated to marry a father!” urged mr. muji.

“What? Just mbak Sri Dewi can marry derris mas, tidaaaakkkkkkk.” Lunglai had Sri Ajenh's body heard his father's words.