MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G

MY TEACHER TURNED G 50

Halim and Setiaji go to the market together like a husband and wife; choose what fish and vegetables to buy for lunch. Coincidentally every time the semester break, Setiaji will stay in Halim's apartment until the holiday ends. “Honey, this is it,“ exciting Halim choose a bunch of green mustard. A moment later; Setiaji also hit Halim's hand; automatically Halim also immediately put the vegetable back. “Kalo want to choose a vegetable that seger it do not ngasal dong, Lim. Lu sawin the real, ah,“ protest Setiaji when Halim tried to choose a bunch of green mustard with perfect foliage—without any lump.

Setiaji, vegetables that do not have small bulbs in their leaves are vegetables that contain pesticides. While those that do not contain pesticides; there are small caterpillars or there are traces of holes in the leaves, because they are eaten by caterpillars. Precisely leaves with such a type that is better and healthier to eat.

Arrive at the field that sells fish. Setiaji examine the fish ranging from: eyes, gills, scales, meat, stomach, and smell. Loyalty should be careful in having fresh fish. He also examined the eyes. Hm, still clear and bright; the gills are also still red, the inner Faithful while examining the gills. “Bu, how many miles is this?“ ask Setiaji to the seller while pointing at the gurame fish.

“48rb,“ says to mom. “Can less not, ma'am? 40 Aja, yes?“ faithful Tawar. The mother also seemed to think. “Udah~ 40 aja~“ says Setiaji again. “45 deck 45,“ says the mother. Faithful feels that price is still too expensive. He decided to leave the shop. However, soon after, the seller called Setiaji. “Eh uh, can deck can deck,“ said the seller. Loyalty smile. However, his smile faded instantly, when he came back to the stall. Halim bobbles head to see the bargaining action between Setiaji and the seller. Actually this dream wife mah, Inner Halim.

“Ji, that's a two kilo gurame who eats the gow??“ halim asked as the two entered the apartment. “The fridge does not exist? It's in the refrigerator. How about, anyway?“ sahut Setiaji while putting sandals on a sandal rack. Setiaji went straight to the kitchen and started cooking. While Halim took a few snacks in the closet, then sat on TV while watching interesting channels.

“You cook what?“ halim asked as her eyes focused on the TV and ate the beans by throwing them up a little; and hap; halim's mouth was able to catch them. “Guramenya is fried ordinary,“ said Setiaji while preparing; cutting board, knife, and some containers for vegetables and fish. “Trus vegetable garang asem, the same sambel belimbing wuluh,“ said Setiaji again. “Do not care for yang~“ said Halim. “Iya,“ sahut Setiaji while cleaning the fish that has been removed by the seller.

“Duh duh duh duh duh,“ exclaimed Halim immediately shot towards the bathroom near the kitchen while holding his stomach that hurt. “Why Lim?“ ask Setiaji from the outside; the article Halim looks like a person pursued by the enemy. “Kit Belly that~ Again mo nabung,“ sahut Halim from inside toilet. Faithful to the head.

“For so long Lim to the toilet?—ampe cook vegetable tablets that I made this?“ setiaji astonished. Halim sat down on the kitchen table. Uh, that hole feels so spicy and hot, inner Halim. “Yes it's a long time ago, people I got a stomachache. Ji, fetch water dong,“ pinta Halim. Setiaji also took a glass of water for Halim.

Daru collapsed in the living room while eating chocolate and surfing on social media. For some reason; Daru suddenly opened the contents of the chat between himself and Djaka. This is the content of the chat from one week ago, Inner Daru. During that time Djaka never contacted anything else came to Daru's house. I think so much less work, Inner Daru. He also moved the TV— channel which aired teenage FTV. “And I'm not a teenager anymore,“ murmured Daru. Hm, let's just say Daru learned the science of acting from sana—so that Daru's acting is getting better.

Daru collapsed; while snacking and scratching his itchy stomach. Daru looked at the TV screen seriously. There; the main character of the man; pleading with his woman to retract the words broken; but the rain was very heavy. The woman closed the gate; leaving the man sitting on the asphalt. “Lebay really ckckck,“ Daru commented.

“Haha yes, Ka~ Aante mah maklum aja you can be as busy as it~ Udah GM, anyway?“

"Ah aunt can aja deh,“

It was like hearing two people talking and laughing. Daru immediately got up and sat down; who were the two people who were talking. Huh huh? Daru. Mama and Djaka, Daru's inner brows furrowed. “For chat what sih—kedengeran ampe here too,“ said Daru lazily. Idah also approached Daru, then clocked the child's forehead. “Terupon mama lah,“ said Idah. “Yes no, Ka?“ exciting Idah. “Haha yes aunt Yes,“ sahut Djaka.

“Eh uh if mo ngemokok not here. Out there! Smell tau!“ said Daru ketus. Even Daru's two eyebrows were intertwined. When he saw Djaka sitting on the sofa, and wanted to light a cigarette. “You're the same Djaka is the old Djaka, you know? The polite dong if you say.“ reprimand Idah. Daru. “You don't smoke, Da? Tuh, cigarette ashtray full of gegara who tried?“ idah's sarcasm. Djaka also chuckled.

The feeling of calm is no disturbance. Uh, even dating again? Fuck very much, Daru's mind grumbled. “Sorry, Da, om no chat you ato stop by here, because it's very busy. Often fieldwork too,“ Djaka said; as if Daru was looking forward to him. “Not my business son of a bitch!“ sahut Daru's. “Daru~ Mouth~ Watch out ya~ Mama reportin same papa ntar~“ threatened Idah from the kitchen. Daru also piqued his lips. Daru could at least if he had to deal with that one old man. Daru can enter a military camp. Hiiiiii, the inner Daru shuddered in horror.

“Tanteee if Djaka marries Daru how???“ exclamation Djaka; kontan make Daru immediately delicated. Djaka also grinned the horse. Nih people if you talk carelessly, deh?, Daru's mind is upset. Idah approached Daru and Djaka while holding a knife in his right hand. “What were you, Ka? Marry Daru?“ ask Idah. Djaka nodded his head quickly. “It was if aunty restuin I same Daru~ Hehe,“ sahut Djaka.

“Nikahin aja direct, Ka. Aunt restuin 100%. You don't worry. Let him get out of the house, Ka. Tired aunty takes care of her,“

“Truly aunt? Let Djaka directly phone his WO,“

“Phone directly,“

“Ma! Mama what the hell ah!“ daru Protest. Idah ignored him at all. “Lin? You can prepare the building of all macems, can't you? I got married next week,“ said Djaka glanced at Daru who had glared at it; then Djaka also turned on the speaker. “Hah? Seriously lu? Not funny to know?“ linda said from across the street; she sounded in disbelief. “Truly, Lin. But, I married a guy,“ said Djaka. “Crazy you Djak! Hadeuh ok deh ok as long as you transfer money, I ready dah,“ Linda said. “Free to napa? Temen itself too?“ Djaka. “No can't. Bankrupt me ntar.“ says Linda. The phone connection was also cut off.

“Djak! Arggh! You call me again don't you? I tonjok lu ampe battered tau rasa. Let me go to jail.“ said Daru Ketus. “Iya pa, next week next week. The Djaka ngebet. But, Daru even nolak? How dong, pa?“ idah said on the phone. “Tomorrow papa home, ma. We'll talk again. Ask Djaka to stay there. Papa wants to interrogate him later.“ said Papa Daru from across there. “Love you papa darling~“ says Idah. The phone connection was also cut off.

Daru was really upset and angry. He ruffled his hair. Damn it!, Inner Daru. Daru also darted into his own room. Being in the living room for a long time makes the whole head of Daru feel like breaking. Hmh! May my father's mother agree that Allah, Daru's mind is not out of thought.

Chris plans to surprise Daffin— by rewarding him with a Bottega Veneta wallet for 7.8 million, and a Vacheron Constantin Tour De I'ile watch for 20 billion. Of course Chris didn't want to just give it away at home. Chris wanted a more romantic atmosphere. Even Chris has booked a room at Four Seasons Hotel Jakarta for one night—type Suite Club Premier: room area 68 square meters, 1 king size bed, bathroom equipped with shower, shower room, and a bathtub.

Chris wants tonight to be the most beautiful night between Daffin and himself. Chris also smiled meaningfully—when imagining how he and Daffin make out tonight. Hah, I must be spit-spet selese, inner Chris. He also became more excited—so it did not feel clockwork was in the number 4.

After about 20 minutes. Chris also appeared in a grey— t-shirt which he put in black cloth pants— as well as black blazer, and Penny Loafers model shoes; characteristic of the use of rope tires on the tongue of his shoes with additional details of the inside of the skin— which made a gap shaped wajik. “Daffin?“ exclaim Chris. Daffin gawked at Chris' current appearance—which looks much different than before. Look at the short hair of the near— which leaves the top that can be combed to the side.

“Why? Ugly? Let mas change clothes again,“ said Chris. Daffin squinted his eyes, then smiled. Hap. Daffin splashed in Chris' arms. Chris also chuckles at Daffin's spoiled behavior. “Nggak~ Very handsome tau~ Seriously I ampe pangling loh mas,“ said Daffin rewind his head slightly; with the position of both hands circular around Chris' neck. Chris wrapped his hands around Daffin's hip, and said, “Malem we're staying at the hotel dear,“. Daffin looked at Chris suspiciously. “Surely you are planning something weird, deh?“ cetus Daffin's. “Same wife herself also~ No papa times, Daff?“ said Chris. The two smiled at each other.

Chris closes Daffin's eyes with a piece of cloth; as he and Daffin arrive at the hotel room door. “Beauty login,“ exclaim Chris. Daffin also stepped foot inside; although Chris also guided Daffin; so that Daffin's feet did not stumble. Chris took off a piece of cloth that covered Daffin—'s eyes after he closed the door. Daffin clucked in awe as he covered his mouth with his own hands—saking surprised him to see how this room was decorated in such a way.

The floor on which Chris and Daffin rested was decorated by a sprinkling of roses, and candles on the left and right sides. There is also a king size— mattress where on the mattress there is a sprinkling of red roses where. Daffin. “Mas,“ exciting Daffin twisting body. He hugged Chris tightly. “Still,“ said Daffin thank you. “Like?“ ask Chris. Daffin nodded his head quickly. “We take a break now, baby,“ said Chris guiding Daffin's body back to back—so Daffin was alone on the edge of the bed and lying on a soft and fragrant mattress.

Chris looked into Daffin's eyes full of love. Uh, Daffin's hypnotized. Chris kisses Daffin's forehead for a long time; so daffin is frozen in Chris' sweet caress; he is unaware if Chris has managed to grasp it out of the nest. “Eungh,“ murmured Daffin squeezed Chris's shoulder; as Chris slowly massaged his and provided stimulation to the head. Daffin automatically shouted loudly. “Maahhhhsss aahhh nnggh mahs stop ah ah nahn-tih kek-kel-u-ahr mahs nggh,“ Daffin murmur.

Chris also pressed the head of Daffin's home—so that Daffin's property began to twitch. Daffin bit his own lip; as he felt his was about to immediately spurt out the pleasure liquid. “Mahs mahs already ah ah ah mahs aaahhhhh uhhh ssssttt ngh,“ shouted Daffin accompanied by a burst of thick white liquid and many of the holes at the end of his head.

Tristan start the car for a while. These nights he had to take the laundry at CLOP Laundry. Because of the busyness; Tristan could not take his laundry early. Arriving at the laundry place, Tristan saw a man reaching into the pocket of clothes and pants; looking around for some money sheet— that might be there. But, nil, absolutely nothing. The wallet left behind in the apartment was really upsetting, the inner man. Hm, wait a minute, why does this man's stature look so familiar?, Tristan's inner.

“Pak CEO?“ exciting Tristan. Hardinata looked at him quickly. Damnit. Can I meet this creature here?, inner Hardinata does not like. “Mba, can I stay first? I want to take the wallet to the apartment,“ said Hardinata. “This is mba, all of you have me, please count, yes?“ tristan. Heh, Hardinata snorted while picking up irritated lips. “Do not interfere. I can do it myself.“ said Hardinata ketus.

“Hus, girlfriend can not sulk,“ said Tristan whispered. “I'm not your girlfriend, huh?! Be careful when talking,“ said Hardinata warned. Tristan is a fool. Mau Hardinata refused until the roll on asphalt pun—Tristan will chase Hardinata until he can. Don't know who I am yet, inner Tristan. Hardinata and Tristan get out of Laundry together.

“Udah eat malem, sir?“ ask Tristan. “Not your business,“ says Hardinata Ketus. “Eits!“ tristan held down Hardinata's wrist as Hardinata opened the car door. “Today is our second day, sir?“ tristan. Hardinata. Tristan, what the hell is this, anyway? Not very clear. Second day of creation? Who's going out, huh?, Inner Hardinata.

Tristan forcibly pulls Hardinata's wrist; to get into Tristan's car. “The father's car later I tell people to nganter to the father's house directly,“ said Tristan while installing seatbelt. Tristan immediately gasp before Hardinata really rampage. Hardinata twists lazy eyeball. Arrived in front of Tristan's apartment; both got out of the car. Tristan held the bag full of laundry while his left hand tightly grasped Hardinata's wrist; so that Hardinata would not run away.

Huft, Tristan breathed heavily after he managed to bring Hardinata into the apartment. It's harder than pulling a dog on a leash, Tristan's inner. “Please the antennas, dear?? Hm??“ said Tristan—who somehow sounded very laughable in Hardinata's ears.

A moment later; Tristan also serves some food on the table such as; Semur Jengkol, Asinan Betawi, and Ayam Sampyok. Hardinata was horrified to see the super food menu jengkol— that super duper smell it. “Quietly, Mr. CEO. If you are afraid of the same smell of jengkol, abis eat jengkol directly drink milk and eat fruits seger,“ exclaimed Tristan; as if you know the worries that Hardinata taste.

“Small meal,“ exclaimed Tristan asked Hardinata to get off the sofa immediately, and sat down on the floor— which is based on a fur carpet. Tristan turns on the TV and searches for channel— which shows western movies of the action genre. To date, no strangeness has occurred. Everything looks mediocre, Inner Hardinata. Tristan looks so bad. I don't know why Tristan's eyes suddenly rolled to the side. Tristan's two eyebrows furrowed; as he saw Hardinata looked very agitated. Eleven eyebrows of Tristan were raised; when the tail of his eyes was fixed on something tent-shaped. Hardinata again on?, inner Tristan.

Tristan went to the kitchen; washed his hands thoroughly; and he dried them with a small towel. Tristan took something in the drawer. He also grinned. He sat down next to Hardinata. Hm, he's still agitated, surely because of that, Tristan's mind. “Pak CEO?“ exciting Tristan. When Hardinata turned to the side; tristan immediately pushed Hardinata's body; hardinata collapsed on the floor with Tristan on top.

“What do you want, huh?! Leasin!“ hardinata tried to rebel. Tristan locked both of Hardinata's hands up. Tristan took off the pants worn by Hardinata. Then, he took out the property of Hardinata who had stiffened it perfectly. “That's long, sir?“ tristan frontal. Before Hardinata issued the serapah oath; Tristan also immediately buy Hardinata's property while pressing the bottle several times to remove a droplet of gel—, which Tristan directly smeared in the hole.

“Tri-Tris-tahn ka-you jerk ah aahh ngh ah,“ said Hardinata bellowed as Tristan constantly boasted hers—pun middle finger Tristan dancing inside there. Tristan also cornered the hole deeper into the— until he found the spot of wisdom. “Ugh! Si-situh ah eumh,“ murmured Hardinata. It's insanity. Really crazy. What was that? Why ah, te-feels so delicious?, Inner Hardinata. “Hard screams, Mr. CEO,“ said Tristan. Tristan unzipped his pants; revealing his fat, long, and veined possession. “Ugh! You know why arrgghh hah hah ssttt hmph,“ Hardinata muttered as he felt the hole felt like it had been torn to shreds. Hot and sore.

“Oh? This it? Try me sitting trus see down,“ said Tristan grinning horse. He pulled Hardinata's body into Tristan's lap. Hardinata. His face was also flushed. Hardinata also tried to look down while fingering the hole it—which turned out.. Shit!, Inner Hardinata cursed. How did that thing get in there?

Tristan pushed his hip suddenly. Hardinata automatically buried her face in the recess of Tristan's neck while squeezing Tristan's shoulder with all her might. “B-breng-sek ahh ka-you Tristan eungh,“ murmured Hardinata. Hardinata's stomach feels full. Tristan continued to pound the hole until it had repeatedly cornered the point; and made Hardinata howl for immediate enjoyment.

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