Jamu Gendong - Young Widow Gebetan Brondong

Chapter 9. Like Salted Fish

The strong night wind made the white curtain behind the wooden window sway. His breathing felt cold until it pierced through the bones. The goddess of the night was reluctant to show her face, making the tapestry of the sky not bathed in bright light.

Lingga Sari Andhini, the twenty-five-year-old woman was still faithfully standing behind the window. Every now and then the woman's head poked out like she was waiting for someone special to arrive. He rubbed both of his arms. When the cold air typical of the mountain slopes began to sharpen his slim body.

"Hahhhh ... Where did Heru go? Why not come home at this hour? Since this afternoon he has been gone."

Highlight the eyes of Lingga relentlessly aiming at a clock attached to a room made of plywood board. This room became his private room with Heru, the husband. A very simple room and a picture of how the life he had been living. Living in a village on a mountain slope is synonymous with simple life.

The long, thin needle just kept ticking and the clock and minute hands were increasingly shifting to the right. Not felt if it is now entered at eleven o'clock at night. Linga is still faithfully waiting for Heru's return. He never knew when the man would arrive home.

The phallus closes the window. He turned his heels to be able to sit on the edge of the rajang. No longer able to withstand the drowsiness that whack, he chose to lay his body on the bed. But just as he was about to close his eyes, suddenly the door of the room opened. Not long after, Heru entered the room.

"Mas Heru!"

Drowsiness that had previously ambushed it suddenly disappeared when Lingga saw the return of the husband. The body that had previously been lying on the bed, he was forced to get back up. And now the woman was standing right in front of Heru's body.

Not like this afternoon where Heru's face looked so thin and as if he was puffy when he looked at Lingga. Tonight, Heru's face looks more bright and even looks so sweet. The man smiled broadly in front of the phallus.

"Are you asleep?" asked Heru while taking off the leather jacket he was wearing and he hung it behind the bedroom door.

Linga shook her head. "Yet Mas. I just wanted to sleep, but I paused when I saw you go into the room."

Heru smiled back. He held his body in the body of the phallus. He scratched the face of Lingga. Tracing each curve of the wife's face with her palm.

"You're beautiful!"

The phallus blushed to get this kind of sweet treatment from Heru. His heart suddenly beat uncontrollably. Feel the sensation of taste that he had been craving as a wife. Five months into Heru's wife, only tonight she felt treated special by her husband.

"Thank you, sir."

Heru hand fingers take hairpins used by Lingga. Until now, the woman's black rikma was immediately scattered and even more emitting an aura of beauty.

The phallus is getting deeper. Heru's voice sounded so sensual that it made his heart even more timid. Suddenly, the phallus did not know what to do.

Heru guided Linga to sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly, Heru laid the body of the Linga on this bed. The burly tag of the man began to open one by one the buttons of clothes worn by the Lingga. Until now there is only one in the black bra that wraps the upper part of his body.

The top was open, Heru's hand moved to the bottom. She sibak skirt worn by Lingga and lowered it. Only a triangular cloth that covers the bottom belongs to the Linga. That's what makes a grin rise on Heru's lips.

As if impatient, Heru rushed to strip off all the clothes he was wearing. He removed the triangular cloth that still covered the bottom of the Lingga body and rushed to restrain his wife's body.

But just now he was about to do a sudden unification of the body...

Hoek... Hoek... Hoekk...

"What the fuck? Why does it smell like salted fish? Ihhh.. It's disgusting!"

Without many words, Heru returned to pick up his clothes and returned to wear them. The man hurriedly left the cubicle of his private room.

"Mas Heru!" shouted Lingga trying to stop Heru's footsteps. But useless, Heru even seemed to ignore the call of Linga.

Brakk!!!

Heru slammed the door of the room until it made a sound that sounded deafening. The sudden sound made the body of Lingga aghast instantly. The look in the woman's eyes emitted an expression of fear, guilt and ignorance of what really happened to Heru. Every time he would do a physical union, the man would always say the words stink of salted fish.

The phallus also picked up clothes that were on the side of the bed and returned to wear them. He could only sit limp on the edge of the bed when he saw Heru's response that was like someone who was disgusted when he smelled salted fish. The woman seemed to dissolve in her own mind.

What really happened to Heru? Why does he always say that mine smells like salted fish? Though I feel that mine is fragrant, because I often use the potion of rose water and betel leaves to wash it. Why does he always say smell?

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seriate...