Man Seeker Cuan

The Part 33

But when the boxer was lifted to cover the two mountains behind him, the seam boxer suddenly torn in two because it was unable to stem the jumbo meat.

"Well..apa very..." His complaint. Then he looked behind him and saw the tear was quite wide.

"Well, what's the make? What to pack with Gini? Damn it!"

But he was forced to keep wearing it because for him it was better than nothing. Rather than zipping his pants directly touching his intimate parts.

Then after wearing clothes, he accidentally saw a box of yarn belonging to his friend's wife lying next to the TV.

"It just so happens that there are threads and needles. This is called the beloved shoots ulam also arrived."

Immediately he inserted a piece of thread into the pinhole and removed his shirt and started sewing.

As the stitches intertwined, his mouth continued to babble. "If I were emotional, Sarjoni's lips were like Grace I would have sewed! Because of them I lost my bag and put on this ugly shirt!"

But he just stitched his torn underarm and let his pants stay hollow.

After sewing and storing the thread and needle into his box, he went outside for food.

Not far from the boarding place there are warteg which is always crowded with visitors. Women, men, from the young to the old often eat there because the food is good and cheap.

As Indra stood in front of the storefront picking out the side dishes she was about to digest, the few people sitting behind her while dining laughed at her in unison.

With trained instincts and instincts, he instantly closed his broad buttocks with both hands and walked around like a crab.

"Mba. I order fried fish with sambel terasi and vegetable asem well." He said as he walked to the side of the chair and sat down.

Holding back the embarrassment, he tried to remain calm while replying to those who were laughing with a smile.

Then suddenly something happened, "Well, that's the latest style, huh?"

"Hahahaha." He replies with a embarrassed laugh.

"Oh that. Kirain."

Before long the warteg came to bring a plate of food for him. Quickly he ate it so he could quickly get out of there and sew his pants.

Then after eating, he left immediately and paid and then walked in a hurry back to the boarding house.

Arriving there, he picked up the thread box again, inserted the thread into the pinhole and went to get a towel.

After that he took off his pants and wrapped the towel around his waist and started sewing. The broad part was sewn in such a way that it was perfectly closed.

"Huh.. kellar already.

Boxer I sew."

He also took it off and sewed it and made sure the stitches were tight binding.

He pulled out his phone, put earphones in his ears and started tuning rock songs.

Closing his eyes while shaking his head enjoying the music.

Before long Grace, the man of the preacher and bring home. He was shocked to see the women's clothes strewn on the floor.

"Whose clothes? Why is there a***********women and bras anyway? Kebaya, batik skirt, jeans, t-shirt, whose shirt?"

He picked it all up from the floor and put it on the bed.

Then he went to the other room and saw Indra relaxing. Sarjoni and Maribet were gone when Indra went out to eat.

"'ndra! Hey Ndra!" He patted her while reprimanding her.

"Whose clothes are they?" Ask again.

"Where?" He answered while removing the headset in his ear.

"That's. Girls clothes. Whose shirt is that? Your girl?!"

"No! But it's the woman's shirt that took the bus at midnight last night. You remember that? Surely you have been snoring? So don't you see him ride?"

"Your lips are snoring! I saw him go up.

So you're saying your bag switched with her bag? Didn't he? Haha...

Don't put you guys in a match again."

"Stupid head! The soulmate! The soulmate! Just know no! How can you be a fool!? Because he took the bag wrong, I became miserable. Look at this! I got to the minjam of Sarjoni's ungrateful shirt.

He loves torn clothes, pants, even boxer torn thin horn. While on the ship, I often give my kiss catch to him, one kilo, two kilos, so that he is excited when weighing. Excitement later if you go home, bring a lot of money! But the turn of this difficult friend, there is no sincerity to help in his heart. You ungrateful friend."

"That's it. The patient. Our fellow human beings must be patient with each other. Forgive me even if it is difficult. Understand, Sarjoni is still ABG labile. Still kasmaran."

"What does this have to do with kasmaran?"

"Lho, there's dong! People who are more kasmaran usually lack focus on helping their fellow friends. Usually the calculation, so that if the date is the same, have money."

"Why don't you talk about connecting?! The one you love is old clothes, ugly! I didn't ask for money to buy clothes.

Huh! Nevermind! More and more not talking to you. Be done! Go!"

"Where do you want to put the girl's clothes on?"

"I threw! Pleased!"

As her mood grew hotter, Grace left her not wanting the dispute to explode.