My wife is a Jungle

Grumpy Mother

“Belezaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The deafening sound made the birds that perched on the trees immediately scatter.

Beleza immediately hid behind the body of the Jungle Chief. He looked terrified at the figure of the forties-year-old woman. The woman ruffled her waist and her eyes stared intently at Beleza.

“Uncle, Please save me!” whispered Beleza to the Chieftain who immediately shook his head.

The Chief certainly does not want to face these angry mothers. It could be eaten raw, it was terrible; just imagine that the knee of the Chief felt weak and difficult to move.

“Emak!”

Beleza said quietly while peeking at his angry mother. His emotions had peaked like volcanic lava that was ready to explode—tinggal biding his time.

Nucifera, Beleza's mother grabbed a broom handle made of palm oil, wrinkling her face. Hover that broom handle to Beleza's ass, please, not once twice but many times so that the girl just screamed at the rhythm of a monkey hanging on a tree branch that seemed to mock her.

“Pakkkk!”

“Pukkk!”

“Ondeh Makkkk sick nian!” Whining Beleza at her Mak while holding her throbbing butt like a wasp bite. “Ampun Mak ’e!”

Beleza continued to plead with Nucifera who was still in a stupor because she was so embarrassed by the actions of her daughter who even did the taboo act.

“That's my lope-lope! Die, you make our son! Kan, we can talk carefully, why he even brought Youth ...”

A burly man with a checkered belly like ade rai the bodybuilder suddenly came to calm Nicifera down. Then he looked at the young man who was still lying in Malin's basket.

Nucifera stared intently at Pitung, her husband aka Beleza's father. Wrinkling his face while upright waist and the other hand holding the handle of the broom.

Feeling his laughter was not touched by his bin, Pitung immediately turned to Beleza.

“Why don't you just leave him after you save him. Why did you bring it home? Is he a pet cat? Hadeuhh!”

Pitung scolded Beleza while sighing deeply and stared fixedly at his daughter—waiting for his response.

“Hmmm I ... I. hmmm—” Beleza played with both thumbs.

Nucifera was very furious to see Beleza's behavior, to the point that the sound of snapping his teeth. “Quick say, I broke your head!” snapped it.

Pitung stroked Nucifera's cheek to ease his anger. “Do not do that to your own child. Try to breathe deeply first and if you think Beleza is also suitable with this Youth. However, we wait for him to realize first only to continue this hot debate. Let's rest for a moment,” said Pitung with a smile because he knew the bin would soon explode again his anger.

Nucifera glanced at Udin and said, “Hmm, it fits from where. It is more suitable for Udin I think to be Beleza's husband, less especially him; well, handsome, strong and the chairman of the Jungle Youth, than this? Wanna puke I saw it!”

Nucifera cursed the young man lying in the basket.

“Cie-cie got nature code, nih ye. The blessing of the big boss has been broken his password,” whispered Sampuraga nudged Udin's shoulder.

“Ah, whatan, anyway. At most it was because Aunt Nucifera was carried away by emotions alone. Hence it comes from ceplas-ceplos so!”

Udin said, when it was clear on his face he was smiling happily at the words of Mother Beleza.