DERRIS
27. THE NAME OF SUKAMAGER VILLAGE
“Mbak Ayuuuuukkkkkkk, you passed the selection!!!”
The sound of Jupri's shrill voice broke the tranquility of the world. The birds pecking at the rice seeds flew away. The frogs returned to their nest, which was busy catching the locusts for food. And kebo-kebo herded Jupri moaned “mbooooo” as if compact calling his employer.
“Ck,” Sri Ayu squeaks angrily, her bathing ritual cut off Jupri scene.
Hurry Sri Ayu wearing knee-length color pants and corn seed sponsorship t-shirt. He took his blanket dark brown. And shows his true form without a mask covering the entire surface of his skin.
“Idiiih, mbak Ayuk again ritual shit ya.”
Just meandering and not answering Jupri's questions.
“This is mbak test call, which was sent at the address of chicken coop.” Sri Ayu read carefully the contents of the letter that Jupri brought.
Fold back the letter and put it in an envelope. Sri Ayu then ran home by tying both ends of the corner of her blanket on the neck like a robe.
Wussss..... Sri Ayu ran home.
“Woiii mbak Ayu, your sandals miss hahahaha.” Jupri picked up the rubber sensation from the tire of Sri Ayu's car.
Since his master these kebo-keboes were going away long ago, Jupri had a double job. Cage business let in the care of Mr. Muji, whose work is just a mager-mager aja in the cage.
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“Kang.... The cage has not been cleaned yet, kok njuijijik i like his mind Kang mas!!!” wife grumbling.
“Eh how did you come here? “ Mr. Muji is still lying on the swing while the fans are looking for wind.
“Kang mas this how tho, chicken people have been given a crap instead endehoy.” Lifting sacks of chicken feed.
“Owh so because the atmosphere ngajak mager, Kita Village that was Sukamaju so Sukamager is it? Oh, gini Mas... Masss.”
Come Sri Ajeng with a bushel of food for the consumption of people cage.
“Pak, why are you still here?” Sri Ajeng was also furious with the lazy nature of his father.
“Emang why?”
“Ayuk will go to Jakarta, I'm not afraid my dashing sister is why-why!” Bentak Sri Ajeng with his father's selow attitude.
“Eh Mas Derris!!”
Auto stood firm and called his employer. Mr. Muji pedaled Sri Ajeng's electric bike, went home.
“Ckckckckckckckck original father was his father Mas Derris what his future father-in-law Mas Derris sih.” Gumam wonder Sri Ajeng.
“Gundulmu salto shake saw if you like benerrrrr.” Bu Muji followed Ngetril replied.
“Well if you already love like your own child yes, so help me all. Hehehe I if ngarep do not like to retreat bu.” Swiping the buttocks of chickens who want to push out eggs.
Procrooot... What comes out is not an egg but a warm-tiered sauce from **** chicken.
Prooookkkkkk kokokokokokooookooookooooo petoookkk petooookkkk kokoko (rassain lu, angel right? So do not like ngeselin nebok-nebok eyke butt). It's more or less like that translation of the laying chicken.
“Bukkkk... Kok even batter mateng heh hueeeekkkkk.” Grunts his smelly hand.
“Hahahaha who told me to grumble chicken buttocks. Ngelus it yes feet this mother, auto paradise that you got.” Tore his broken leg.
“Hiiii heaven kok chapped, mending me way heaven version same household Mas Derris ajah. I love the heaven of the world with him, he gave me heaven in atheratt.” Ngayal level mang Oding.
