My husband Genderuwo

episode 11

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" until when this is over ma'am, my stomach is also getting bigger the ustadz who will help even have an accident.O dear god I am ashamed to ask for your help, but I beg you help me. "my mind looked up to ask for the Creator's help.

ten o'clock in the night but uncle had not come. Mom and I waited anxiously, since my hearing senses and mother caught a number of dings or throwing an object. but not a single thing fell in the house.

knocking the door a little relieved our feelings, mother rushed to open the door, I followed behind her. I came out of the house in a hurry, a little trouble walking due to the increasingly bulging of her stomach. it turned out that the uncle who came with the two people who were both dressed all in black

" please come in, this is my son early mbah. "mother greeted and pulled my wrist approached the two people who were called the mbah.

" jehh bu I already know, please prepare black coffee without sugar and kameyan, do not forget the chicken cemani was immediately slaughtered and covered in blood. prepare everything as soon as possible we must immediately do the ritual.bu please call a midwife or shaman berkidak, baby in the stomach of the child Mother must be removed immediately. "uncle rushed out with the one person who was probably the assistant mbah who had spoken earlier.

me and mom looked at each other then mom nodded at me, like her mom agreed to Mbah's request. then the mother went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and kameyan after that mother went to the house mbok ijah dukun beranak in my village.

while I was just sitting in front of the altar, his mouth began to mutter his eyes down every corner of the house no matter what he was looking for.

" the nduk concentration of the creature is watching you do not daydream! "

degh!

mom came with mejah mbok, full of pity look mbok ijah to me. Maybe mom told me all my circumstances to him.

" sing strong yes cah ayu, seng patient, sincere nglakoni your ordeal." mbok ijah said and smiled stroking my hair

all the requirements are ready bitter black coffee, the blood of father cemani, kameyan and flowers setaman that have been provided. the ritual is done in the house, I was put on the mat my body closed by a lattice.

the position is exactly like the woman who was about to give birth, mbok ijah has been positioned in front of my two legs.which has been cupped, the mother tightly grasps my fingers from the side.

kameyan has been lit mouth mbah began to mutter reciting mantras, one hand holding my stomach the other hand used to hold the keris. air at home began to turn stuffy, airy, like there was not a single bit of air coming in.

the hotter I feel my body like it is burning. My stomach is pounding non-jok I feel an incredible heartburn, the hotter the laughter.sounds a very loud and pressing moan.

I saw her with the form of a handsome man, he smiled waving towards me. Seeing his smile the pain in my stomach began to subside, I who loved his handsome man form was more fascinated to see his smile. his hands stretched out like he was about to take me somewhere.

I shook his hand, immediately my hand was pushed aside by the hand that previously held my stomach.