Doctor Naura

Chapter 53 Carried the Atmosphere

Back home on Eid, there is a lonely nuance that grips. Sometimes bitter feels in the heart considering the departure of the mother who was so tragic and shocking. Although I tried to get rid of regret in the heart, but the feeling did not go away from my mind.

“Lho buk, instead of saying want to go back two days after Lebaran?” Mr. Rohim asked in astonishment. She enjoyed the onion cake setoples she brought from home. Two cans of drink were next to him sitting casually on the terrace of the empty villa.

“Iya sir, suddenly because there is a problem.”

“Anu yes ma'am? Yes who said there are people who hang themselves on the toilet, that's mommy huh bu?” Rohim asked hesitantly.

“Iya sir. Somehow he took the wrong path.” I sighed softly answering.

“Sorry born inner yes sir.” I saluted Mr. Rohim and went back into the house. I saw that bang Zamy had finished Dzuhur prayer at home.

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“Sholatlah the.., rest not much mind.” Bang Zamy reminded me gently. He hugged and kissed me warm.

“What friends can you visit? They know brother is back.” Bang Zamy asked me.

“Please bang, later after prayers adek new want to remove food for the contents of the jar and arrange a variety of drinks.” I'm explaining.

“Tell me where it is, brother can really put it together. That's gampaaang..” He spoke with pride.

“Wah good onceii...,” I'm happy to hear his help. Then I took bang Zamy to the cupboard in the kitchen, I took out a variety of pastries and other sweets. I took out a dozen empty jars to fill. I showed you where the drinks were placed Mairoh. Bang Zamy shook his head.

“Ribet also yes turns out to be a woman.” I smiled and left him who started to open the entire lid of the jar. I went to the room because I did not pray Dzuhur. But not finished the second rakaat, not because it is not focused, but suddenly there is a very loud sound from the direction of the kitchen.

“Taaarrr...!!!, ring cring ring..." The sound of a shard broke followed by the sound of the reflection of the remaining fragments scattered. My prayers began to be disturbed, my peculiarities were instantly reduced. My brain was thinking what was going on in the kitchen. I don't know, after hearing it I accelerated his prayers. Allah is All-Knowing.

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I hurried to put my prayer mat and face on the bed. With a quick step I immediately went to the source of the definite sound from the kitchen. Arriving there, I found bang Zamy sitting on the pole of the dining chair. He greeted me with a smile. His hands are hiding something.

“What was the sound of bang?” Just a formality I asked. In my heart I can confirm that there is a broken jar.

“What sound? Brother doesn't know.” Bang Zamy replied with a suspicious smile. He shook his two beams like he was relaxing. His smile always expands.

“So something broke, let's not lie...” I suspect.

“Hah? Any timing? But brother did not hear any sound from earlier.” Bang Zamy smiled in response. I approached him who was twisting his body while sitting still trying to hide something. Finally I tickled bang Zamy just below his armpit, as soon as he bent his body because of the carelessness.

“Bee...., where to buy a beautiful jar like this?” He finally gave up. Bang Zamy held up a beautiful glass jar with an expensive ceramic lid, revealing my intact jar, nothing less.

“Hemzzz..., yes just one jar anyway, tapii..," He spoke with a funny smile.

"No, there's a tap?" I asked back.

"There was only one jar that broke. But close two. Hahaha..," Bang Zamy drew a rasp containing the broken jar he had cleared. Apparently he had hidden it behind a wide teak table pole.

"Isssshhh...., How can there be a bang? He said gampaaanggg I tickled her until she lay in a keenness. One of his weaknesses all along. He was severely flustered when tickled on the body. After being satisfied to tickle him, I sat near him who was still lying on his stomach holding amused. I cleaned again with a broom of shards of shard that was still left one by one.

“Kok can bang the lid broke in two like this.., This is the same as breaking in two...." I grumbled again.

“Just change with the lid of the pan dear...” Bang Zamy said carelessly. I pinched it again. He laughed amusedly then slowly woke up, then still with a non-stop smile he helped me fill the jars with various pastries that he had not had a single pack open and moved to the jar.

“This was taken where yaaangg?” Bang Zamy asked after all the jars were filled.

“Eh uh uh.., let adek be able to bring her own. Later the incident again, can run out the jar..” I wave my hand to talk to bang Zamy. Giving a jemari wave code told him to stop, but he still carried two jars each one tucked in his waist.

“Don't be afraid Bee.., Isn't that experience the best teacher dear…. It will not repeat the same mistake. Brother will be careful...” Bang Zamy spoke while putting the two jars together on the glass-bottomed teak table.

“Tarchhhh...!” Either because the old glass table, or the power of the Zamy bang is very super. The table glass cracked instantly. Seeming like a three-dimensional image, the black glass turned white instantly in the center with a picture like the sun was emitting its rays. He looked at me who was holding back a laugh.

“Beee Iaaanggg..” He stood up then walked slowly while smiling glaring back at me.

“Why are you handsome who is already very experienced? Isn't experience the best teacher?” I answered casually while shaking my waist.

“If such table glass, where is there a sell?” He asked funnyly with a guilty face. I didn't answer, I pinched her stomach again wearing only a singlet.

“This is if the business is left to the non-experts, just mess up..” I pinched back bang Zamy's arm. But he caught both of my arms.

“I'm sorry my dear brother Bee, but if this one, really abaaanggg skill...” Bang Zamy immediately kissed my lips warmly. I can't say nagging words anymore. Then he walked over to close the kitchen door, lock it. I was carried to the living room sofa which was still a bit dark because the curtain had not been opened. He turned on the big floor AC.

“Eh said to help make jars anyway dear?” I slightly pushed his chest that field, trying to break away. But her mouth slowly covered my wet lips.

“No dear, brother is more expert in this one field.” Bang Zamy replied with a deep soft voice. I'm powerless.

“Cock tumben?” I'm still astonished. But bang Zamy had already thrown his singlet onto the floor. His eyes fixed staring at my eyes which slowly began to carry the atmosphere. His instantaneous passion slowly affected my dopamine hormone. With this new atmosphere, in this day of mourning and rejoicing, we try to quench sexual thirst during the day. So beautiful, so passionate and so happy. No matter the noise of passing vehicles, bang Zamy carried me drifting in his gentle game. A special moment in memory, a first moment that will never be forgotten. We feel the sensation of the first time to do, when the soft touches during the day presents a romance opium that has been a little restrained. In the first trimester of pregnancy, in the celebration of a special day too, we slowly crashed after half an hour more gasping in the embrace without a thread attached to the body. The broken jars, silent only, bear the silent witness of our affection which is like a pair of kasmaran fireflies. Glow together enjoying the darkness of nature.

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