Forced Love Om-om
EXIT THE TIGER CAGE
In a house not far from Firna's contract, there was a cry of baby screams. His voice was heard until Mario's heart.
“Ma, did you hear that sound?’
“Heeem.”
Mario patted his wife on the shoulder. His wife lazily threw out an answer. His tone was raspy and his eyes were still reluctant to open.
“Apaan anyway Pa. Sleepy-nih. Gini nights where there is crying baby.”
Firna origin replied with a heavy tone. Although in half sleep he remembered very well no neighbors who had babies in this residential area.
Mario lets his wife dive in with the warmth of the night while his heart and mind move following instinct. He stepped towards the source of the voice that was getting clearer and clearer.
Oheeeek oheeek
“That's true.”
Mario opens the front door of the house. The eyes are busy watching until pulled over to every corner of the foot. His eyesight was sucked by a small basket near the trash can next to the gate of the fence.
“Astaghfirullah.”
“Ma, mommaaa.”
Mario rushed after his wife who was still buried with mimipi flowers.
“Ma, build Maa ...”
“Ma, wake up ma ... look what I brought this.”
Firna, a young woman in her 30s, squirmed slightly and opened her eyes slowly. After ten years of marriage, a new baby crying flare makes their hearts like swarming with honey bee hives. So beautiful so shahdu.
“iih, very funny, Pa. Mama wants. But whose son is this Pa?’
“That's right. Papa is confused too. This is whose child.”
The two young couples were dispelled by love as well as by the level of a god.
On a train, a teenage girl is standing. From a distance there was the sound of a car horn bell. The speed of the car is like a flash of lightning striking.
“Awaaass!”
The red mini-skirt girl was still silently standing in the middle of the tracks.
JUG JUG JUG
“Have bosab lived huh?”
A man suddenly grabbed the girl until she fell down 6 meters from the rail line.
“I should have been dead. Why are you blocking me?”
“Please don't thank you. Even nagging.”
“Yes, sana is dead again. Don't you know what the pain of being hit by a train?”
His mind is like a hundred hands. For a moment as if to be conscious.
‘Eh?! Yes also sih’
The girl sat quietly near the irrigation canal of the rice field. The man in the brown jacket sat on the left near the guava.
“Do you really want to die?”
The girl put on her face like a salad with too many tomatoes.
“Yakin already passed cash in this world?”
“Ah, who are you? Napa I have to hear your babble?”
“If you are serious really want to die there is a more elegant way.”
The girl turned 30 degrees to the left. Still squeezing his fingers.
“What?”
“Later I told you. Now I'll take you to your house.”
The girl shook her head.
“Ayo.”
“Nggak.”
“Ayo.”
“Enggaaak.”
Bayu pulled the girl's arm and whispered something in her ear. I don't know what he said. Did you guys hear?
“Ikuuut.”
The girl's face seemed to narrow after hearing the baby's whisper just now. His shoulders are a bit shaky. His feet jumped towards Bayu.
“Really here many pocong?”
Bayu held back a laugh while throwing his face away. His right fingers went into his pants pocket.
“Truly yes? Or maybe …. You lied again.”
Ha ha ha ha
“Awas you yes. Disturbing my last show. Hey, I'm not done talking.”
The red mini-skirt girl threw a highheel towards Bayu.
First throw
Second throw
The third throw is over. Looked once face wry sambel vinegar on the face of the girl. A bayu? At the end of the alley he waved his hands while giving a kiss bye a tribute that is two fingers crossed while the kiss bye so. You know what I mean?
***
A house with an area of 1000 square meters began this story. A big house as heavenly for those who see it. Hell to some of its inhabitants.
“Wer, Gawer .. Wo ...”
“Sepi. Where did these people go.”
Some grocery bags he put on the table. From the appearance of it is clearly visible abis drain the contents of his date's wallet. As always.
“Deandra …. “
Women in their 40s who still look tight. Tearing her beautiful body into bed. Mini dress marun attached. Cracked by the wind of a sizable room window. The wind movement wiggles the thin curtain of cherry blossom-patterned softpink.
While at the end of the crossroads road, Gawer and Wowo lose track of the sweet Girl.
“All because of you.”
“You.”
“You.”
Ka .
That night the clock showed at seven o'clock. The night is getting late. It is time to fill the stomach.
I heard the sound of leg. Accompany the night sky. The air is rather cold because it is drizzled out making the atmosphere even sweeter. Even if it's not as sweet as your mood.
“Shoulder. My stomach.”
Deandra holds the stomach. Unsymmetrical lips resist crying.The sound of worms in the stomach is understated.
“Where is no more money. Duh stupid me. I should've taken the money in the drawer.”
“Smart little napa if run away.” The blue bag is coming.
“You why did you run away, beautiful?” Ask the blue blouse.
“SSst, diaam. He will not be horrified. Free. Mending you chat with me only, gelis shoes.”
The girl kept moaning. Is he coming in the month or late to eat? I don't know.
A purple stone she slipped on her small stomach. I don't know whose teachings. He said the small stone could endure the pain of wanting it. That is the desire to want a pup. Lha she is sick of not knowing how to play along. So constipation read it.
‘It looks like it's safe. But I have to get out of this city soon.’
From a distance, a ray of light from the four wheels. He also waved his hand. Both hands are crossed upwards. You know the blouse and the miniskirt? Wind blow. Just imagine it.
Pajero's white car covers to the left.
“AstaghfirullahalAdzim.”
A man in the car was afraid to sin.
“There are things we can help Neng.”
“I need a ride Sir. Can you help me?”
“Where is Abah?”
Ask the driver to Mr. Ustadz sitting next to him.
“Where is Mr Raka?” the driver asked a man sitting in the back.
They answered with a nod.
“Please Neng.”
The girl sat in the back. Next to a guy in a Pink Soft Shop. Mopping. Suddenly hot car air.
“Mang can add its AC dong. “
“Cold less huh Sir?”
“Shot rhino. “
The moustached man's eyes throws it out. Trousers long. All throughout his patience.
“Whose Name, Son?” Ask Abah who is sitting in front.
“Deandra.”
The driver was busy managing the pace. While occasionally looking into the mirror reflection. With a faint smile. I don't know what reflection he got.
“Where are you going, son? Going home? It's late at night. Where's yourhome? Let Mr. inter.”
“I stopped there Sir.”
“This is a deserted road. Hazard.”
“Bah, let it go. Maybe he was the wrong victim.”
The thin-moustached man glanced at his mini-skirt.
“What did you say?”
The blue bag was immediately dropped as a substitute for cloth.
“I'm not that low.”
“Stop Sir. Please Stop.”
“But the streets are deserted, son. Many begal and other criminals.” Abah.
“Let it Abah. Looks like he's used to the nightlife.”
“Raka ...”
“Already admitted. From his clothes, too, all knew.”
Raka spoke by shrinking the volume. But it feels heavy and big when it enters the ear.
“Raka. Watch How! Forgive Raka ya Nak.”
“I'm okay Sir. I'm used to.”
“That's it ngaku.”
“Raka. You are like a child.”
“Sorry Sir. Put me down here. I'd rather meet a criminal than meet someone who looks good from the casing.”
The white car rolled back to the left.
“True you're okay here?” Ask Abah Worrying.
“Still Sir.”
“Take it easy. He is ordinary. There will be another car. Poor thing!”
The man opened the window. Not the greeting he gave but ….
“Beautiful anyway but mu-rah ...”.
BUGS
BUGS
BUGS
You know what expression Deandra's showing?
the blue bag immediately thinned the face of the mustache man earlier. Not satisfied with that, he landed his fists sexy.
“OOOOWWWW. My nose.”
“Awas you yes!”
“Change. Abah seems to have misled people. Next time be careful.”
“You're just making a stir. Ha ha ha ha.”
”Change heart yes. Same own child.”
“What Is It?” A circular object was left behind.
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