Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapters 10. Not Sudi

"Actually you can take care of your body or not, huh? Why is yours so stinky?"

After leaving Lingga and going somewhere, Heru went back into the room. The man turned his back on Lingga and chose to stand behind the window while enjoying the night atmosphere that was out there. A cigarette was also smoked to remove or forget all the upset he felt.

"What do you mean, Mom? What smell do you mean? I feel like I've taken maximum care of this mine but why do you always say smell?"

The phallus was completely inexhaustible if Heru could say that. Though he felt his own was already very clean, fragrant, and fragrant. But always salted fish that became the judgment of the husband.

"What kind of empty "mong is that? If you are good at taking care of yours certainly will not smell of salted fish. I'm really surprised, usually the sellers of herbal medicine are so smart and smart to take care of the body especially that part. But why not with you?"

"I really don't understand Mas. I don't smell the salt fish like you say."

"That's a sign of your troubled nose. A pungent smell like this is still not smelled by your nasal cavity. And do you know? That smell really makes me not*fsu and also desire you."

Heru stepped up to take the jacket he had hung behind the bedroom door. He put on the jacket and prepared to go somewhere.

"Mas, it's night. Where are you going Mas? Remember, the night breeze is not good for your health, ma'am."

The phallus looks anxious when he sees Heru's body gesture which implies that the man will come out again. Despite what Heru said about the salted fish slightly tore his mind, but the woman was still worried about the health of the husband if he had to go out at night like this.

Lingga lips can only gap wide when hearing the words of Heru. Heru's speech seemed to be a picture that all this time he was not good at making the husband happy. Whereas for five months became his wife, Lingga tried to make Heru as king in the house. The king who is always honored. Even the man is still treated special by Lingga even though the allotment of shopping money given is very less if used to meet daily needs.

Therefore, hearing Heru say that he could not please a husband, the heart and feeling of a phallus like a thousand thorns. It felt so slashing to the trough of hearts.

"But, by God, I don't smell what you say. I feel so ordinary."

Again, the Linga tried to refute what Heru said. She is a little unacceptable if she continues to be undermined by guilt because it is always considered unable to make her husband happy due to the smell of salted fish.

"There is no need to take the name of God. Because really yours is so stinky. I didn't expect it to turn out that my late parents set me up with a salty fish-smelling woman. And remember, don't blame me if I'm gonna find some fun out there. Because I really, from the very beginning we were married, I couldn't stand that smell of yours. That always smells of salted fish!"

Heru took his foot out of the room. But just reaching the doorway, he stopped his steps. Without turning back, Heru said, "for ever I will never touch, touch you, or unite your body with you. Remember that."

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