DERRIS

22. SUMMARIZING MANTU CANDIDATES

-- THE NIGHT OF THE COURT,

Geck... Geck... The sound of knocking on the door. Bu Sri Kantil called the prospective ghost who was arrested impromptu this afternoon. Somehow can a Derris Hadijaya who is sleeping pules can hunt Mr Muji's son? His whole life was the same slang of gaming stuff and men. Most likely to meet his mother's woman. That's also in the count of Salak seeds frequency. Bad luck befell him who is poor, diitipin live in pak Muji.

“I am who? Where am I? Where'd my origins come from? Who can help me!!!” Derris spoke in front of the mirror.

He was angry about going out of the room, later his bachelor was run out. Stay in the room if beaten, yes youth disperse. Forward and backward confused, forward and backward.... Syahroni syahroni....

“Mas Derris let's hunt down!” Jupri nongol bring a machete.

Apparently Jupri was told to go up to Derris through a water guava tree. The branch of the dean with the window of Derris' room.

“Hastagahhh..devil face uglykkk!!” Derris was shocked again.

Turns out human, Jupri's feet touched the floor. Thankfully, it turns out that this squeaky and kinky-haired creature is a kind of kite-flat. Once hit by a flying wind hovering in the air hahahahaha.

“Pffffftttt..I don't think you're human,” Derris still chuckles at the sighting of Jupri.

While justifying the holster of his greatness that has been curly like his hair. Curled around his neck like a corwa opak-opaque scarf that is gaunt hahahah.

“Ayoh down, trial starts soon!” Jupro dragged Derris arm forcefully.

“Haisss... Dirty hands, lots of worm seed.” Applying hand saniteser evenly ampe neck-neck.

“Heh mas, let black decyl kriting gini. If ngasong in Kuta Beach can be an idol. Gini-gini type of hunting men dream of European girls loh mas. Just a local chick like Derris. I didn't sell.”

Kampret bener, the Sri Dewi dapet door price like this Derris. Duh nyesel I do not shower in the waterfall to stay young. Hapemmmmm. The sighs of Sri Kantil's mother whose eyes glared sharply at Mas Derris down the stairs.

“Ituloh ndukkkkkk!!” Sindir pak Muji while twisting his rebonding mustache.

“About sir?” sahut Sri Dewi's.

“The eyes of your mother are nduk, like a meatball. Hemmmmmbbbbbb,” love the sex code of his hungry wife same Derris.

“Oh mother yes, I think hehehehe.” Sri Dewi started baper to marry Derris.

Like a rutinan, every day after 7 p.m. They flocked to Mr. Muji's house. With a mat and pillow. They are ready to enjoy entertainment through the National Television channel. Tontona's exciting schedule tonight is a soap opera that has millions of episodes titled “Ternungging”. That tells the suffering of poor women who marry rich men, the path of parental inheritance. Having a mother-in-law like Mak Lampir berkonde. And the bald father-in-law of his head is like Judge Roda Mas huahahahaha.

“Kang mas, we are serious nich ngadain family meeting will plan?” ask his wife.

“Why?” mr. Muji won't budge.

“Can't it be delayed until tomorrow? If we just talk, how are they doing?”

“Dinda don't have to worry, this is a paper to doodle. We don't have a voice but write. So no sound term comes out of mouth.”

“But from vantat right mr dhe?” Jupri snatched the talk.

“Tuutttt preeettt dong hahahaha,” said Derris as he flicked his sultry hair.