I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Terror

It was a first experience that did not live up to my expectations. Have you ever seen a drama scene on television or read in a novel, the main character married and held the first night and tomorrow in the morning feel happy, happy with a shy face? I want to be like that too. But my expectations seemed too high to imagine I would miss my first night of virginity that I had kept for years with happiness and happiness. And in fact the first night that was done in the morning of this papet (drags for fear of Ummik going home), made me feel like executed on this bed. Mahfudz did so impatiently, not caring for my whining who asked him to stop first. And finally the hymen was torn off leaving a bloody trail in this bedsheet. It tastes? Bemoan. Until I thought I'd never repeat it again.

I would love to blame Mahfudz who seems content to get what he wants no matter what I want. Well, I can't blame him completely. Because he's been trying to do his best foreplay to make me feel relaxed and ready to accept what I should be receiving. But I can't deny it's my fault that can't relax until the end. Feeling tense and stiffening my body so that something like this happened. My obgyn science is completely useless in these moments.

I cried and put my face on the pillow. Even though I don't really know exactly what I owe. What is the pain, or because my expectations are not in line with reality? I just want to cry right now.

Mahfudz hugged me.

"Sa-kit?" tanyakanya.

I know how to use the show again. But I didn't answer.

Mahfudz stroked my hair. "Ma-afin a-ku sa-yang. Ka-mu man-di-lah du-lua-an, nan-ti Um-mik ke-bu-ru da-tang. A-ku a-kan be-res-kan tem-pat ti-durnya"

I just according. I got up from my sleep grabbing a blanket to cover my body, grabbed a towel and headed straight for the bathroom. This is my first junub bath.

When I came out of the bathroom Mahfudz was putting up new sheets. The blood-stained bed sheets we had related earlier had been poked on the floor. I immediately picked it up and took it to the washing machine in the bathroom. Turn on the machine and wash the sheets. I don't want Ummik to see it. That would be very, very embarrassing.

As I passed through the living room about to return to the room, I saw the shadowy figure of someone sitting on the patio chair through the glass window. Who'sis that? What is Ummik?

I immediately approached the door and opened the window curtain. Oh Allah, it is Ummik. Why didn't Ummik knock on the door? I immediately opened the door after rolling my wet hair in a towel.

"Ummik, since when is Ummik here? Why don't you knock on the door, or pull the bell, Mik?"

Ummik smiled, like something made him happy.

"Ummik just arrived Ray, was the bus that wanted to bring old grandmother nyari passengers. Ummik wait for them there until they leave"

I investigated Ummik's face closely. I know Ummik very well. His smile could not have been that loud if nothing pleased him. Oh, my God, did Ummik know that me and Mahfudz.... I grimaced how fussy my mouth was when I begged Mahfudz to stop doing it. I even called out Ummik's name. Well, this is embarrassing.

"Are the new Ummik nyampe?"I pressed in a frustrated tone. "Don't you knock on the door?"

"Ah, what the hell are you, Ray! Ummik already said new nyampe do not believe. Ummik was not directly ngetok door because Ummik tired of the road from the front of the complex. So want to relax first on the terrace, it's not long before you go straight out. Where's Mahfudz?" ask Ummik.

Tuh right? Ask his favorite daughter-in-law.

"Ummik see the bike is outside" said Ummik before I asked Ummik know where there is Mahfudz at home.

"Again the bath...."

I grimaced again to see Ummik just answer "Ooo.." with a very familiar intonation. Understand that Mahfudz is taking a bath again while I also just finished bathing. The roll of towels in my hair is irrefutable proof that I just finished shampooing.

"Yes, already. Let's take a look. Mahfudz has finished his bath yet. If we eat together" said Ummik.

I'm nodding. I immediately went to the room to call Mahfudz a meal. Unlike me, Mahfudz seems to be very happy with the moment this morning. His smile expands every time he sees me. It just makes me feel more embarrassed.

"You're doing the laundry, Ray?"

The sound of the washing machine may disturb Ummik's hearing.

"Yes, Mik" I answered briefly.

"Ummik was laundry at dawn. What are you doing laundry again?"

"Cresses"

"Oooooo-o.... "

Again Ummik just responded like that. Though Ummik himself knew the sheets had just been replaced yesterday. Ummik himself who replaced it because the wedding room decoration sheets will be returned to the Wedding Organizer.

I know Ummik must have understood everything that happened this morning between me and Mahfudz. Ummik just doesn't want to make me feel more embarrassed.

"Fud, you can eat half-cooked eggs, right?" ask Mahfudz.

Mahfudz stopped eating for a moment, "Bi-sa, Mik. The 'na-pa?

"Ummik see now you're cursing, Fud. Compared to the time Ummik first met you in the hospital. Must be tired, huh koas?"

Mahfudz smiled. "Lu-ma-yan ca-pek, Mik. Sta-se In-ter-na le-bih si-buk da-ri-pa-da ob-gyn"

"Oh, that. Ray, you will buy duck eggs at Miss Anti's house. Their duck eggs are good and new, so the quality is guaranteed. Cook 2 undercooked grains, keep giving them to your husband. That's good for stamina"

I breathed in frustration. "Yes, Mik."

I know what Ummik means stamina for. This is certainly not far from the Ummik mission that wants to immediately have a grandson. Oh, that's a shame.

Finish eating Mahfudz excuse me to Ummik want to sleep for a while. He said he didn't sleep all night and that tonight he also had to keep the night in the hospital. But I know he's probably tired of executing myself this morning. This is not fair.

"Ray, you accompany your husband there!"ummik said uncomfortable because I was from earlier sticking to him.

From the time I finished eating until this afternoon, I was in Ummik's room. Afraid that Mahfudz might launch the next attack on me.

"Mahfudz is also sleeping, Mik. I'm afraid to disturb" I replied. I am afraid of being bullied by Mahfudz.

"Ray, if the husband is in the house again it is cemented, served. So he's at home. No thought of the other women's lyrics out there. There you put him. You also follow the sleep of the mumpung still have a holiday at home. Tomorrow when you work, you'll take a nap and you won't be able to, Ray!"

This hummingbird looks so good that I go back to the room.

"Don't forget sholar dzuhur, son! Wake up Mahfud too. Many ask Allah that you be given a boogey soon, Ummik also pray" he said.

Tuh, that's right I said. It's just about the grandchildren.

"Aamiin" I replied half-heartedly.

Child anak. I didn't think about it too much. I'm not a typical person who has an exaggeration in children. I want to have my own descendants. But I'm not in a hurry either. God wants to give her whenever it doesn't matter to me. Given in the near future ya Alhamdullih. Not directly given also yes is okay, means not yet windfall.

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Pov Mahfudz

I woke Raya when I slept well again. I blinked my eyes repeatedly to see if this was a dream, my bidadah is really real.

"Sholat!" he said pointing at the wall clock. 1 O'clock in the afternoon.

I sat down and looked at him.

"Ma-sih sa-kit?" my many. I realized my mistake today which impatiently took away his crown.

He didn't answer me. Looks like sulking again.

"Ma-u ku-pe-rik-sa?"godaku while touching his thigh.

He immediately grabbed his legs and sat inching away.

I approached.

"I bah-kan ka-mu su-ruh me-la-kan V-T pa-da wa-ni-ta la-in. Se-ka-rang a-ku did not bo-leh pe-rik-sa is-tri-ku sen-di-ri who sa-kit ka-re-na ke-la-ku-an-ku?"

I hugged her. But he tried to let go of my embrace.

"Fud, do you feel like in this room there are carrion smells? Before we got married there was never such a smell here" he said .

Haa? Smelly carcass? You mean I smell like that carcass? Hate you so much as I do my own husband in the smell of carrion, I said in my heart.

"Which ka-mu mak-sud a-ku?"I pretended to be offended .

"No, Fud. It's like there's a smell of carrion. Sometimes flies also enter the room. Do any stray rats keep dying here huh? Find yok!" whining.

Aduuuh, there-there's aja. Is this how you avoid me from touching you?my thinking.

"Ayoooo.." his whine spoiled while pulling my hand.

I stood up from the bed and followed him.

Raya sniffed to find out the origin of the smell he said. And I'm now starting to catch the smell that Raya said. It looks like there is a smell of carrion. I sniff. It was like coming from behind a closet.

"Sen-ter to si-ni, Ray!" tell me.

It smelled even more when I brought my face closer to look behind the closet.

Raya approached and brought her cell phone flashlight closer to illuminate the gap behind the closet. But there's nothing there.

I took out her dresser chair to make my footing so I could look up at the closet. But there's nothing there either. And the smell doesn't come from there either. I went back to the back of the closet, and was sure it smelled all around. What if it's not in the back of the closet, it's probably in the closet?

I turned the key to the 3-door closet and opened it. Did a rat get stuck in the closet? The closet door opened. And the smell of the carcass really comes from there. It was good yesterday to chase away flies. I guess it's just pretend.

Raya also did not expect the smell to come from in the closet that she made as a gift. I immediately took the gifts out of there to see what the carcass was exactly. But when my hand lifted one of the gifts in the bottom second row, I immediately knew that the origin of the pungent smell was from there. I was suddenly very nauseous. The same thing.

"What is that, Fud?"ask her with an anxious tone.

I didn't answer. The contents of this gift must not be a good thing. It smells really bad. I immediately took him to the front porch. Raya.

"What is that, Ray?" ask Ummik who also came out of his room.

"No idea, Mik! I think someone gave an ugly gift to Raya" replied Raya anxiously.

"Haah? What's an ugly gift?" Ummik was curious and followed me to the terrace.

I can't wait to open the plastic wrapping patterned with pink flowers carefully.

Astaghfirullah, in the gift box there is a carcass of a kitten that was mutilated in several parts, the condition is already round. The sticky feathers were coagulated by the decaying blood.

Yuk!!!!

I suddenly wanted to vomit but managed to hold it until my eyes water. Ummik also ran into the house because he wanted to vomit in the bathroom. Only Raya who was stricken was deathly pale, despite showing no signs of her wanting to vomit. Maybe because he's been a medical professional for a long time. The experience of smelling like that was nothing new to him.

"Who would do this, Fud? Ray, oh God, son! Who is the bad guy who sent this to you as a gift?" mmic Lattice.

He looks weak to see it. The same thing.

Who could possibly do such a thing?my thinking. Maybe it is dr. Ali's?