I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Kayak Stamps

“Enready in break time. Let's go to lunch! You bought me,” pinta Arka to trick Nisa.

“Hah? I the deal? Everywhere men who treat women Kak, not the other way around.”

“Say if you're stingy, don't want my treat. Surely you never give a gift to the committee when ospek first in SMA.”

Arka's back fishing.

Nisa, who did not understand the Arka codes, replied honestly. “Where is? I give it to all the staff in my pansus. I also love to Brother Loh.”

“Oh yes? What did you give me? Chocolate though?”

Nisa immediately shook her head.

“Snack?”

“Not, Brother.”

“Keep, what gift do you love to me?”

“Mi-.” Nisa held back. He almost lost.

“Mie? You give me a noodle gift?” tanya Arka who was one hundred percent sure that Nisa was the one who gave her the medicine when ospek first.

“Iya, noodles. Why Sis? Rich people should not be given a cheap gift?”

“Make sure you can. The noodles you love soto noodles right?”

“Iya,” replied Nisa steady.

“Congratulations,” he continued. This time in my heart.

Arka looked carefully at Nisa's face. The face of the woman who lied to him.

“Mie you love, I ate with a spoon. I until bela-belain tell bi Inah to lontong at that time,” he said while holding a laugh.

Nisa is back in the monologue. “Bodo very with people who love brother Arka noodles. Not my business either. Most importantly I was not caught giving Mixagrip the flu and cough medicine to him at that time.”

“Because you used to love me a gift, now it's my turn to love you a gift. Today I bought you a meal at Cafe.”

Nisa knitted her eyebrows. “Serious?”

“Iya, come!”

“Wait a few minutes well, Brother! I pray dzuhur first.” Nisa then stepped towards the door.

Arka quickly drew Nisa's hand. “Where are you? Said he wanted to pray.”

Nisa turned. “Yes, I want to pray in mushallah.”

“No need to go to the mushallah, pray here only!”

“Because I'm in the bag, sister. The bag is below, I did not bring it here earlier.”

“There was Mukena Dara there,” said Arka while pointing to the closet. “He sometimes prayed dzuhur,” he added.

Instead of going back and forth, Nisa certainly prefers to pray there. He who was hungry quickly took the water.

Arka who was waiting for him, laughed to herself on the spot. Nisa's face when lying earlier was very tickling for him.

Nisa also performed the dzuhur prayer. After that, he and Arka set foot in the elevator.

Ting...

Ting....

Ting.....

They came out when they arrived on the second floor.

Arka started the conversation. “Gado-gado one, drink melon juice. What about you?”

“Mie meatballs, drink orange juice only.”

“That's kan-”

“Iya, which Brother booked that time.”

A few moments later.

Their orders are now in front of each other. Nisa reads the meal prayer before crashing into the meat ball mixed with noodles.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Arka is waiting for Nisa in the basement. Before long, Nisa approached him. This afternoon, they returned together again to the mansion.

Along the way.

The song is titled Until the Old Days by Aziat Amdan.

If I were radio and you were the song

And I turn it around until it's all gone

That's how we were meant to be together

Don't worry, darling

We'll spend the two of us together forever

To the old days

Loving you

It's so hard to forget Farel. Especially Farel well. It's so hard to find instead. Just enough to remember.

Arrive at the mansion.

Sultry arka, rush to the bathroom. He hung himself under the head shower for a while. Then grab the bath towel before going out.

Tetiba, the white meow who had been accompanying Nisa while alone at home, jumped at her. The very active cat bit the Ark bath towel, until the bath towel opened and ended up sagging to the floor.

“Basic of non-grade cats,” cried Arka on the four-legged animal.

Nisa was focusing on the screen. Now he turned around to hear Arka's scream. He buyak. “Aaaaa,” shouted as the net was fixed on the hanging Arka vital tool.

“It deserves to have me so sick once. It turned out that the gun was that big,” thought Nisa then closed her eyes.

“Why closed? Don't be your innocent ass! You must like seeing this? Open your eyes, baby! Rarely do I make a show like this.”

Arka who was still naked, continued to approach Nisa who was afraid of her robo-thousand.

Manuke manuke rowo cucumber. Rowo dowo butue. Bustume sing akeh wulune. Yen shaken ser-ser aduh penake.

Nisa reflex pinched Arka's stomach which now slightly bloated the effect of diligent eating Nisa's cooking.

“Aish, even pinched.”

“Sorry Brother, I did not accidentally.”

Nisa who was still very scared, quickly got out of bed. He went to the bathroom to clean himself, all in order to avoid the frown of Arka.

Arka laughed after Nisa went into the bathroom. “You should get used to this situation. Remember, there are oma and mama waiting for grandchildren,” he said half-screaming.

Nisa was screaming. “Create it with sister Dara. My dear sister is Dara, not me. After all, Brother does not want to have a child born from the womb of a cheap woman like me?”

“Do not talk much! Take a shower quickly, then cook immediately. I'm hungry because.”

Feeling tired all day working, Arka now

lie down. Unknowingly, he sleeps. Wake up after an hour has passed.

Still with his face, Arka

his stomach was long as a rumbling bandage stepped into the kitchen. “What cooking?” tanyanya while pulling a chair to sit.

Nisa smiled then replied, “pancake potatoes ala Korea.”

Hearing the Korean word called, Arka so remembered Dara who he had disappointed two days ago. The question that arises when he kisses Dara also arises in Nisa's mind.

The curious arc of the answer to the question, deftly pulled Nisa into his lap.

“You what Brother?” ask Nisa.

Arka did not answer. He immediately landed his lips on Nisa's lips. Nisa who was once forced to, slowly enjoyed the Ark's treatment of her.

“Very wisdom. I mean I'm still normal. But why the same time Dara feels a bit bland huh?” monologue Arch in the heart.

Arka who felt Nisa had wanted to be invited to work together, continued to touch the lips of her lover. His hand that was silent, now plays the melon of Nisa.

“Arghhh..” The moans escaped from Nisa's mouth.

Not wanting to be trapped any longer in the euphoria of the Arka game, Nisa broke away from the pagutan Arka lips. He also brushed off Arka's hand playing on one of his bumps.

Not angry, Nisa's rejection actually makes Arka more interested.

It was because the kiss was very easy to get from Dara. While Nisa, his wife always refused. The word term, Nisa selling expensive.

And that makes Arka more challenged.

“Nak right?” asked Arka while smiling pervertedly towards Nisa.

“Take this potato,” replied Nisa who is still salting. Shame attacked him who sighed with ease because of the touch of Arka earlier.