Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapters 1. Figure Under Curug

Sreks ... Srek... Srekk...

The sound of friction of dry leaves clashing with sandals, accompanying the footsteps of a woman who looked tired with the load on her back. Sweat drops appear to decorate the forehead as a sign that today the weather is so hot, colliding with the fatigue he feels to make untold fatigue.

"Huh .. this afternoon it was very hot. My sweat goes everywhere."

It is Lingga Sari Andini. Twenty-five year old woman who works as a seller of jamu gendong. Every morning, he goes around peddling his wares. From one village to another. And at one o'clock in the afternoon like this is the time to return home.

Today's day feels so different than usual. The weather was so hot that Lingga wanted to rest his body for a moment. He also spread his gaze around and he remembered a place that seemed to be very fitting for him to make a place to rest for a while.

"Isn't there a river behind this forest? Ah, it looks like it would be very refreshing if I took the time to shower first."

Linga is busy monologuing. Today's weather really made him matchless sultry. He thought, by bathing in the river can unravel all the fatigue, sultry and tired that ambushed his body. In the end, the woman chose to bathe first in the river before returning to her residence.

The footprints wrapped in flip-flops it down the path that will deliver it to a river that is behind this forest. A river that flows so fast that it flows on Mount Slamet. After about fifteen minutes entering the forest area, Lingga also arrived at the edge of this river.

Smile expands framing her thin lips when her netraya look at all the charm presented. The flow of water was so clear that it was decorated by the stones of times. And not far from where it stands there is a small waterfall that is not too high.

Not wanting to linger anymore, Lingga lowered a windpipe (a typical basket of herbal medicine sellers) from his back and he took a rag that he always put in the windpipe. The phallus again stepped behind a large stone to remove all the clothes he was wearing and will replace them with rags.

The byurr!!!!

Many times the Linga immerses its head in the water to perfect the freshness and coolness that it feels. Like a opium, bathing in the river under the expanse of the daytime sky and accompanied by trees typical of the towering tropical forest as if making Lingga do not want to quickly end this ritual. He took a stone that looked so smooth and rubbed it on the surface of the skin. One simple way to get rid of the legs.

"Gosh, what is that? Why is there anyone there? What's he doing there?"

The phallus suddenly shrieked with both eyes narrowed when it caught the shadow of something that was on the edge of the river just below the waterfall. Shadow shaped human figure with prone position.

"Is it one of the bodies of climbers who fell from the waterfall? Or one of the hunters who was pounced on by a beast? Ihh... How horrifying!"

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Assalamu'alaikum the readers... Thank God for meeting again with my 9th writing. Hihi hihihihi hopefully not bored huh.. 😘😘😘

For this novel each chapter will probably be much shorter but inshaAllah I will update 4x a day. Pray that the author who is crawling for this pemes remains healthy so that he can finish this writing until the end..🥰🥰

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