LOVE OF JUITA

Lacing

Julia wore a negligee of her favorite floral motifs. His hair deliberately looped strongly over the nape so as not to get sultry. It is engrossed in the kitchen, smearing shrimp with its concoction seasoning to burn.

The business of burning fire will he leave to Septian who continues to follow him behind. Septian can't wait to taste Julia's cooking.

"Please help burn it down." Julia smiled amusedly at the impatience of her husband.

Julia handed me a tray containing dozens of skewers of fat shrimp. Septian nodded frown. He went down to carry out his wife's commission. While Julia concocts seasoning for Padang shrimp sauce, a special request from Septian.

Not to forget he made cayenne pepper sauce for roasted shrimp cocolan. Because there is still time he sauteed kale as a companion.

Once all is done, Julia closes the food with a serving hood. Then he went downstairs to accompany Septian burning the shrimp. The fragrant aroma of burnt smashed into his stomach. The appearance of tanned and shiny shrimp is very tempting to make the saliva feel like it will drip.

After waiting for a moment, dozens of shrimp skewers had matured. Julia split several tens of skewers for Mr, Si Mbok and Mbok Par. Julia felt sorry to see Mbok Par who went back and forth to check the shrimp. It seems he was drooling heavily.

***

"Root enaaak. This if sold will sell hard!" Septian gave a thumbs up praising Julia's cooking. Shrimp sauce leaves spruce patches around the lips of Septian.

"Open seafood restaurant yuk Mas. You said my cooking was good." Welcome Julia happy to see her husband's enthusiasm.

"One-one first deck. Make sure this effort is smooth. If the capital has returned later we think about your idea." Septian vows to dampen Julia's idea.

"Yes, yes, we've been out a lot of capital. But I'm optimistic that in less than two years capital has returned." Said Julia lightly while scooping the spicy sauce onto the rice.

"Looks like the store's getting smoother huh deck?" Said Septian, his hands nimble peeling shrimp skin.

"Alhamdulillah. There's progress in a better direction." Julia chews her veil.

"Usaha will not betray results. The spirit!" Septian clenched his hand towards Julia.

"Spirit! all thanks to Ridho Mas and his parents. I'm trying my best not to let you down." Julia replied wisely, she also clenched her hands.

"Don't work too hard, you're getting thinner. I didn't tell you to slam bones like this. Leave it to Riska, you don't always have to step in." Septian with concerned eyes.

"I love working. I have not forsaken my duty to serve you. In a lonely house anyway. If only there were children to take care of, I would be home." Julia said slowly, there was a troubled tone in her voice.

"Patience deck. God willing we will have children at the right time." Septian comforted Julia.

Septian knew full well Julia worked hard to escape reality and the loneliness of loss.

Julia nodded, she managed to drive away the disoriented. With pleasure he spent eight skewers of grilled shrimp, and I don't know how many seeds of Padang sauce shrimp. Septian smiled in relief seeing that Julia's appetite had returned.

"If Mas's project is liquid, we go on holiday yuk." Septian Proposal.

"Where?" julia's eyes are shining.

"This project is not very big. Not enough to go all the way. We're on a vacation close how?" Ask Septian.

Julia nodded, she understood the financial situation of her husband. He does not want to sue.

"If I may, we're on holiday in Pekanbaru, I miss Mom." Julia gave me an idea.

"By ... We'll set the time." Septian said throwing a sweet smile.

***

Since the post and review of Nella the condition of the store is not like the usual day. Shop visitors boomed, crowded with customers who were about to shop. There are very few products left. Snaking queues, orders through online applications are also not intermittent.

"Sorry the sponge tape the cheese sold out."

"Sorry bakpia green beans have just run out, just taste ready chocolate."

"Sorry dry gudeg just a few more packs. Not enough with my order."

"Sorry banana sale is up."

"Sorry the shrimp peyek rebonnya is packing."

Many times store employees say sorry to customers who come. Production is not overtaken to meet customer demand. The atmosphere is busy.

Julia who was confused by the boisterous situation in the display room rushed up to the second floor followed by Riska.

"God's Masya. I didn't expect this great effect of endorsement to Nella." Julia rolled her head, she had her chin up. Admired mixed with fret. He landed his body in a chair.

"Yes, this is a lesson for us. If we promote through the right people we must be ready with a lot of production. Now we're right." Sahut Riska.

"So how do we recruit more mothers for production? But our place here doesn't fit." Julia's eyebrows are wrinkled.

"Indeed, you have to add people. Production is carried out in the PKK hall only which is wide and can still be controlled." Usul Riska's.

"Alright, later I check the standard of cleanliness in the PKK hall. You focus on production here." Julia agreed.

That afternoon Julia asked Riska to close the store early because of the lack of stock. Before returning to Julia's house to the PKK hall to meet Ms. Kades. He had made a promise before.

His arrival to ask permission to recruit village mothers and use the PKK hall. A rebuke in the heart between him and Bu Kades while he was put aside for work professionalism.

Bu Kades greeted her with a friendly smile. He agreed Julia made the PKK hall as a place for production.

"I am actually happy that this PKK hall can be crowded and live the atmosphere. Good luck always Jul." Miss Kades greets Julia before she gets home.

"Thank you for the opportunity and the prayer, ma'am." Julia said sincerely.

After his affairs were settled he immediately climbed on the motorbike to go home. His brain and physique were tired. He needs rest.

After Julia disappeared from sight, Bu Kades drew a mysterious smile and muttered inwardly.

"I don't think you yourself have come to surrender to the lion's den. How stupid are you Jul."

***

Production at PKK Hall has already started. Julia split the task with Riska. He chose to ensure that the production in the PKK hall is smooth, clean and safe. The first week went exactly as he expected.

He was unaware that Ms. Kades was constantly watching him, watching his movements. As if waiting for an opportunity to do something.

***

That night after the prayers Isya Julia and Septian lay down in their soft contest. The cool atmosphere of the air conditioning provides a sense of comfort. The exhausted Julia curled up hugging the bolster, while observing Septian who was watching a lecture from YouTube.

"Capek on deck?" Septian glanced at Julia who was lying on the bed. Automatically combed Julia's hair, stroked her.

"Yes very tired, today joined the plunge to make gudeg to pursue production." Julia's complaining is weak.

Septian pressed the off button on his phone, placed it next to the pillow.

"Cupping up the deck let me massage your back. After this you must relax and sleep well." Septian Command.

Julia according, she flipped her body. Shows her smooth back neck. Today he wears a satin negligee with a spaghetti strap, without a bra.

Septian grabbed a bottle of Julia's favorite baby telon oil. The fragrant aroma of lemongrass is suitable for relaxation. Septian started the massage on the nape, shifted to the shoulder and down Julia's back. He did it gently.

"Mmh good mas, yes that's my back hurts so much. Please be harder." Julia Pinta.

The gentle massage long ago turned into a wild touch. Seeing the beautiful figure lying helplessly made Septian unable to control himself. Maybe because of the routine consumption of high-protein foods, he always wanted to make love.

Septian showered Julia with a kiss on her back neck, a touch creeping on every inch of Julia's skin. It flows love in every pore.

"It's like this. He said he wanted a pijitin. Amused tau!" Julia tried to evade.

"Yes this is also stepped on the deck. It's the same with me." Septian was getting excited.

Julia was overwhelmed by the septian that butted at will. I want Julia to be washed away. Stamina was so mighty, making him wriggle with wriggle. But slowly he began to enjoy and try to compensate for Septian.

The game closes with the body equally sweaty and weak drooping.

"Udah clearly I was tired, even invited wik wik!" Julia pouting.

Septian just threw a smile, he stroked Julia's hair and kissed her sweet lips before getting up to clean up.

"Who told me to wear that shirt. Luring name. Let's take a bath first yuk, I'll continue the massage." Septian winks his naughty eyes.

Julia smiled wryly as she shook her head. He couldn't play again. He's really exhausted.

"Bath first, I want to feed my life first. Still stoned, drunken romance." Julia snickered.

"If you've been given a ration directly deh gombal." Septian got up to open the door.

"Gombalin husband what's wrong. Muuahooah!" Julia throws kiss bye.

The cup! in one move Septian had returned to the bed to land a brief kiss on Julia's cheek. Septian is so anxious.

"Gapain kiss bye, if you can directly kiss hmmmmm?" Septian's sharp gaze made Julia freeze.

"Wand mas .. later I catch wind later wait not to wear clothes." Julia pulled a blanket over her body, she dragged. Afraid to be invited by wik wik again.

"Okay, don't go fishing anymore." Septian eyebrows shot up.

Julia nodded obediently. Septian threw a smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

After cleaning and dressing Julia took her husband's appointment. Septian painstakingly massaged his head gently. Makes it even more sleepy. Lately Julia has been having migraines for some reason. His body was also thin due to fatigue and a lot of thoughts.

Drrrt drrrt!

The phone is shaking, there's an incoming call. Julia rose from the bed, lifting the head that had been covered with Septian thighs. Julia then sat on the edge of the mattress taking a cell phone from the top of the nightstand.

"Who?" Septian asked curiously.

"From Risk." Julia shows her phone screen on Septian.

"What's up? It's not usually Riska calls these nights." There was a bad taste in Julia's heart.

"Hello. Assalamualaikum." Sapa Julia's.

"Waalaikumsalam. Huhuhuhuhu." Sahut Riska sobbing, crying.

"What's Ris?" Julia panicked, her voice rising.

"Mom, there's a problem. But I can't explain it here. Just look at yourself on Instagram. I've DM the post." Riska.

"Good!" Julia closed the call.

He opened a social media application that Riska said. He checked the DM from Riska.

A post came from someone he didn't know. The post hit him. His phone fell to the floor. Septian was stunned to see Julia's face deathly pale.

"It looks like bad news." Septian Mumbled.

"Astaghfiullah!" julia lirih.

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