His wife, Mr Guru ?

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Arka ends the uwu moment, releases her lips, rewinds her face slightly for Shania to get enough air and space before she wants more.

Shania's eyes squinted at Arka.

"Why ? want some more ?" ask Arka.

Shania's hand had regained her strength, she slapped a blow at Arka's shoulder, and chest.

"It's a great opportunity ! Stale mode, no folding mattress !" acrimoniousness.

Arka laughs crisply, "what will fit at home, and throw away the folding mattress ? simple in the barn ?!" make Shania hit him again and turn around.

"You !! Sha wants to sleep !" grunts.

"Ko sleep, it's still afternoon !" arka Goda.

"Mas want me to leach into the tub ?!"

oh my goodness ! shania's face is heating up.

I don't know when or what time Shania can fall asleep. What is clear now is that he is still sleeping with his head down while lying face down.

The sound of the dawn adhan reverberated loudly, considering the location of the mosque was not far from the house of Arka. The man gathered his consciousness, but he was not free to move, his chest was heavy to breathe. He blinked his eyes with one hand, apparently the figure of his naughty wife was sleeping comfortably on her, just right. Shania's head made her chest a pillow. Of course, Shania's twins are stuck in her stomach.

Smiling, her hands rubbed Shania's hair, before finally landing on Shania's back.

"Sha, wake up. It's dawn !" he said it was still hoarse. The back of her hand turned gently rubbing Shania's cheeks.

"Yes, just 5 minutes, "the answer is raucous.

"But I want to wake up Sha, you're heavy" he replied.

"What the hell is it ! if you want to get up, get up first. This part of the holiday must not be school, can kalee be given tolerance, "

"You fucked Sha, "

For what sake ?! the word is full of meaning and ambiguous that makes Shania immediately glared.

"Oh my God !" Shania immediately inched down from the body of Arka, and turned over, then pulled the blanket to drown herself.

"What are you doing ?" Arka laughed without a sound. Shania hid her red face inside the blanket.

"Gue drooled, didn't he ?" his mind.

"Don't sleep again, it's dawn !" Arka got up first and went to the door of the room.

"It's dawn, wait in front. We'll have the same breakfast."

"Where are you ?!" Shania immediately got up. This always manages to wake Shania up.

"Round around the village to eat breakfast" he replied before disappearing behind the door.

"Mom, don't cook a lot of breakfast. Let Arka and Shania buy breakfast outside, " Arka comes out of the bathroom with fresh face and wet hair, when the mother will reach for some kind of vegetables and other side dishes.

"Oh that,"

"Take Shania around the village ma'am, "mother smiled.

"Yes, take Shania down the street to get bored, " replied the mother.

Arka only sipped her warm sweet tea in front, while Shania had just walked out of the room in her knee shorts and knit sweater, the sweeter almost drowned her pants, she also smacks her hair high, looking like a Korean girl but feeling Indonesian.

Danger !!

"Ga bring another shirt ?" asked Arka, this girl just shuddered her shoulders and sat beside Arka drinking her warm sweet tea.

"Assalamualaikum, " Nanang appeared in the doorway making these two humans turn their heads.

"Guilipinam,"

"Mas, ma'am." he sat in the chair beside Arka.

"In the meantime, "Arka snarled inwards following mom in the kitchen.

Shania's eyes follow Arka's movements, it feels safe. He then turned to Nanang who was engrossed with his phone.

"Mas Nanang, can Sha ask for help ? But Sha was afraid that he could not help Sha, "he said.

"Oh, would you like to ask for help opo to mbak ? If you can, I help you, "ask Nanang.

"What really ? but promise first, can you ? Please !!" pinta Shania really showed her adorable face.

"Let's say, God help me, " replied Nanang.

"Nang, Sha wants his name. If the relationship mas Kala same mbak Retno tuh rich how ?" shania asked glanced at the lyrics towards the kitchen.

"Goddessa !" nanang was surprised. From the reaction Nanang gave alone, Shania could draw a conclusion.

"From Nanang's reaction, Sha already knows ! The story is mas, Sha just want to know," he asked. For the sake of curiosity he will take the worst risk, hurt or maybe jealous. Jealousy ? comeon !!

"Ngggeh mbak, " Nanang scratched the scratching of the head does not itch, the morning has been made worried.

"Who is Retno mas ?"

Nanang tells who Retno is in outline only. However, apparently it does not make Shania satisfied, especially Retno's expression last night is still a question mark for her.

"Mbak Retno mas Kala ya ?" shania asked Nanang in surprise.

"Not mbak, "

"But.." continued Shania raised both eyebrows, hoping Nanang continued.

"Fuck, girlfriend, someone special ? oh.come on !!" Nanang sighed.

"They were close. Nanang ga tau mbak, not dare to have their privacy, "obviously Nanang swallowed his saliva heavily, if he misspoke then he dealt with Arka.

"Okay, thank you !"

"Well or okay, what ?" tanya Nanang was afraid.

"Yes okay, okay doang !" answer Shania.

"Don't you get angry, right ?" asked Nanang, his fate is at stake through the word okay.

"The prey, Sha laper !"

"Yes, "

"Nang, here's the list. Heart of his heart. Just turn back, "pinta Arka.

"Every mas, "Nanang received a paper list of names from Arka.

"Mom, which bike key has a pack ? last night Arka said he wanted a motorcycle pinjem,"

"Oh yes, this is !" mom gave me the motor key.

"Where is the motor ?" ask Shania.

"That's, come park next to the house !" point it at a million people's duck motorbike parked on the side porch of the house.

"The duck ?" shania asked, Arka nodded.

"OK,"

"Mom, Sha wants pinjem sandals !" Shania got up from her seat.

"Are you sure you want to wear clothes like that ?" ask Arka.

"That's how ?!" Shania frowned.

"That's !"

"Why ?!" Shania glanced at her clothes, it felt nothing strange, nor torn.

Mother who was tidying her hampers with Nanang poking her lips. There is always something Arka and Shania argue about every day.

"So well Nang, if in Jakarta it is so, " said the mother chuckled, while Nanang mangosteen mangosteen.

"Udah deh mas, don't mengeselin this is still morning, so what's wrong ? Sha is laper ! Do you understand what Sha's stomach is on the demo ?!" shania asked.

"Change your pants first, "

"Udah in the bathroom, wet !"

"What a long stretch, "Shania pursed her lips and returned to the room.

"Well wow.apparently the victorious party !" yelling Nanang.

"Whispering !!" shania answered from within.

Arka turns on her bike, Shania rides behind her.

"Buruan mas, ntar Sha passed out, if you don't eat !" his nag.

"Ga can ya, you're a henchman ? Enjoy a morning courtship, while looking at nature, " replied Arka, Shania sneered.

"Handles ! it's not in the car,"

"Tau, who said the train !" the answer.

The motor drove through the streets of red land, as long as the eyes looked, tea plants became a guardrail between the courtyard and the street. Not the sound of car horn om telolet sounding. However, the sound of the voice of goats and other livestock residents are earthy. Not the smell of vehicle exhaust fumes that smell, but the fresh aroma of grass that has just been cut. Because Shania can see, some residents passing by carrying a pile of elephant grass on his shoulders for fodder, emejing ! robustness.

Not the stretched green color that is revealed by several hectares of rice fields. But the green color mixed with golden yellow sign of rice is ready for harvest.

"Sugeng enjang, mas !" Arka nodded as some of the residents greeted.

What did he say ?! Shania frowned.

"It's a really good search, "

"Do you like it ?"

"Like, " nod Shania.

"You want to stay here ?"

"Engga, "

"Why ?"

"Shania can't speak the language, then rich people be* go here !"

"Keep what's the point of learning Indonesian, if it's not dipake ?" ask Arka.

Jesus ! really, Surabaya is also Indonesia ! Shania laughed realizing her stupidity.

"Mas wants to buy land here, for our old age, for investment !" their chatter is interspersed with motorcycle shocks when passing uneven and even rocky roads.

"As for you, Shania won't be fighting over your treasure, " replied the girl.

No motorbike had come out of the village gate. Arka stopped his motorbike near a big road, in a food stall, looked simple, but it seemed like the food sold was good, as evidenced by the number of people who ate here.

"Padhe, Lontong racing 2, the same Karakaknya 1 portion, nggeh !"

"Ngggeh mas, look forward to yo !"

Arka and Shania took a long bench seat near the entrance.

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* Lontong racing: Special food Surabaya, consisting of lontong, fried tofu, taoge, lentho, fried onion, soy sauce, sambal, and fresh gravy.

* Sate Karak: made from beef innards, especially intestines, but there is also meat that is given special seasoning. Served with black sticky rice as a companion. Not sambal beans are used to smear the sateenya but grated coconut that is flavored or commonly called serundeng with a sweet and savory taste. There is also spicy soy powder sown on it.

(source m.liputan6.com)