Dowager Bohay

Space Djiwa

The loud music that stomped made the handsome man step onto the dance floor and shake his body. The amount of alcohol that enters the body makes him feel happy to enjoy a night full of heaven.

That was what the handsome man remembered before a hand shook his body. "Mas, wake up! It's still alive, isn't it?"

The man opened his eyes and saw a beautiful angel in front of him. "Thank God he's still alive. Why sleep here? No more clothes!" said the beautiful woman.

The man opened his eyes wider and looked around. He felt alien to this place. He sat down and saw his condition.

The handsome man was surprised to find himself wearing only shorts. No expensive shirts and other belongings. One question came out of his mouth. "Where am I?"

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Angkasa Djiwa obediently followed the beautiful woman in front of him. Djiwa does not want villagers to raid her who only wears shorts. Fortunately the beautiful woman lent the jacket she wore to Djiwa. Djiwa's handsome face is still visible even though he only wears shorts and a narrow jacket belonging to a beautiful woman in front of him.

"The bag out, huh? Or hypnotized?" ask the woman who carries a lot of groceries in both hands.

Confused to answer what. He doesn't even remember what happened last night. But his habit of boasting and acting naturally as if his bragging was reality back he practiced. "Yes, Mother. I think I was hypnotized. I'm still a little dazed. By the way, where are we going?" ask Djiwa with a voice made so hearty.

"To my house first. No way I left it at the patrol post like that. Lucky now there is rarely a night patrol, understand Jakarta is different from in the village that is still diligent in patching. In a moment, the dawn prayer will reverberate. Can the people here know about Mas and even the length of his business." The beautiful woman was kind and willing to help. Djiwa did not think that there was still a woman who sincerely wanted to help him when he currently had nothing.

They also arrived at a small rented house owned by the beautiful woman. The woman opened the door while looking left right and then invited Djiwa to go inside. Like afraid of being caught by neighbors for bringing in men who are not mahramnya.

"Please sit down, Mom. I'll get you a shirt to wear. The morning air is still cold, later Mas sick," said the beautiful woman.

Djiwa also complies. He sat in the living room of a small rented house that looked so comfortable. There is a 14 inch TV that is still in the shape of a tube. For Djiwa, it was one of those prehistoric things that he had not seen in a long time. Underneath it was a DVD that made Djiwa hold back a ridiculing laugh.

"Oh my goodness, today there are still people who watch using tube tv and DVD? Does she not know what YouTube is?" inner Djiwa.

Soon, the woman came out with clothes and a cup of hot sweet tea for Djiwa. "Please wear it, Mas, the shirt. Hopefully enough yes. You can use my bathroom if you want to shower first. I don't have a lot of men's clothes. Just wear the existing ones. Also drink sweet tea. Later a little afternoon Mas can go home to Mas."

Djiwa was somewhat confused by the words of the beautiful woman. I mean, don't have a lot of men's clothes? Djiwa also began to doubt the beautiful woman in front of him. Why did she dare to bring a man she had just met home? Wouldn't the other woman be scared and run away? Djiwa could not hide all her curiosity. The man immediately asked the woman.

"May not be afraid of me?" ask Djiwa.

The beautiful woman smiled. Rows of white teeth and a charming smile even makes Djiwa more amazed by her beauty. "There are places where people are scarier than the Mas I've ever lived in. So when I see you, I am ordinary. Not afraid."

Waw!

He became fascinated with the beautiful woman in front of him. "Include me, I'm Djiwa. What's the name? Sorry I was a little confused so haven't introduced my name yet."

"That real name, Ma'am? You see, on TV, sellers of borax meatballs are also often disguised as Roses," said Djiwa.

The rose laughed again. "That's my real name, Mas. Not a borax meatball seller, but I'm a geprek chicken salesman." Rose pointed to her front window. There was a large banner that read GEPREK CHICKEN AND ROSE PENET.

"Mas Djiwa should shower and change clothes first. I want to get ready for the sale. It's not good if there are neighbors who see, the view of Mas makes people think of others later," said Roses.

Djiwa feels clumsy with her appearance that only wears shorts. "Yes, Mommy Rose. Excuse me, I'm in the bathroom."

The soul came into the bathroom and closed the door. Djiwa turns on the tap water and flushes her head with cold water, hoping the cold water will help her remember what happened last night.

The soul slowly began to remember what happened last night, the pieces of memory united into a complete memory. Djiwa remembers herself being at a nightclub. The alcohol he was drinking had already reached his natural limit. He started getting drunk but still wanted to enjoy the night with the girls who adored him.

Djiwa walked to the center and began to be surrounded by beautiful women. Everyone looked at him with a look of admiration. All women idolize it. Who does not want to be with a wealthy businessman who was successful at a young age, Angkasa Djiwa?

"The soul! You want to be just like me?" seductive pretty lady with sexy maroon red dress.

"To kostan I want to? I will make you satisfied tonight" said the beautiful woman who suddenly put her hand on Djiwa's neck.

Djiwa smiled proudly. He is so popular. He is so adored. Whoever she wants, just point it out.

"Wa, there's good stuff. Want no?" ask one of the friends of Djiwa who suddenly came to him.

The offer from his friend made Djiwa more interested. The new item in question is not drugs, but a beautiful girl who just joined Mami Ina. Usually still virgin or at least still gress.

"You!" Djiwa leaves the beautiful girls who surround her and follows in the footsteps of Adiyaksa, a friend who often invites her to have fun called Aksa.

Aksa took Djiwa to a seat located at the end. There was already a beautiful lady with an innocent face there. "Gue knows your taste. It must be something that's still ori, right?" aksa asked with a full smile.

"Yoi. Bored as the players. Want the one who is still gress," replied Djiwa.

Djiwa sat next to the innocent-faced girl with her left hand hugging her waist and her right hand gulping down a drink until Djiwa lost consciousness and ended up at the patrol post.

"Fucking action! Look out!"

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