Mystery of Love

Mosquitoes do not know themselves

I ventured to open my eyes and saw the person sleeping next to me was my youngest brother, Haro, who was about three years old.

I grumbled in my heart, Why did this husband bring my sister who is currently sleeping in this sleep? Is he nervous about having his first night with his own wife? I grieved dislike but only in my heart.

Haro's just gonna interrupt our first night. I can't wait to spend the night with him. I wonder what this cold and quiet man would do when we were alone in the room.

With all my courage and heart running I opened my eyes and saw my husband changing clothes, not like the ones on the big nopel and the checkered belly ...... He stood up slanted as he took off his shirt. I unashamedly watched her. Her body looks so skinny but somehow I want to hold it.

Eh what the hell am I..... can the mind where it comes from? How naughty....

I closed my eyes pretending to sleep.

After changing into a shirt with a short-sleeved shirt he turned around then went up to the bed and faced me while between us there was my sister who was not disturbed at all.

Although my eyes closed but I really can't sleep. My heart is still waiting for what will happen between us. Suddenly there was something chewy and cold stuck on my forehead,

tap tap tap tap tap.......

My chest rippled from toe to head like it was electrocuted by thousands of volts.

I felt something I had never felt before. Miss im, she kissed me . I felt something new that could get my heart pumping quickly. My mouth was clamped silent but in my heart it was like there was a drum that was perched.

aaaah..... What was that.....???

I want to scream like that.

My chest was rumbling more and more, I seemed to be looking forward to another more challenging scene.

After a while I was finally able to really sleep but the mosquitoes woke us up. They were like telling us to enjoy our first night as husband and wife to get to know each other.

My husband and I repeatedly hit the mosquitoes that bother us.

The sidekick of pegel I nyableki lamuk.

We were both disturbed and it made me no longer able to pretend to be asleep. When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me. I also asked him to move my sister outside, to the living room.

"Saaken nang ngarep mriku wau keturon" (Pity was sleeping in front)

"Dibeto medal mawon you know " (Brought out only) I said with a look of dislike.

"No need to pound ....." (No need.) he said slowly.

"No insect repellent nggeh?" (Not turn on mosquito repellent?) tanyaku because the rainy season mosquitoes do not stop bearing pinak so the number is very much.

We finally woke up and started chatting while people were already asleep and entering the endless dream world.

"Want to get a pinten clock?" (What time was it?) ask this man.

"Manton asar" (Out of Ashar) I answered

"No praying?"( Do not pray again) he asked.

"Mwolf...." (No)

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We were racing against the rogue mosquitoes that disturbed our first night. They innocently bit our skin.

"Mboten Nate nyumet mosquito repellent ta?" (Never use mosquito repellent?) I asked because I was so tormented by these self-informed mosquitoes. The more the night the more like inviting relatives and flocked to come here with no self-knowledge.

"Biasane kulo ndamel slambu" (Normally I use a mosquito net) said Cak Im slowly with Javanese krama. And his voice is why it can be slow and melodious once in my ears.

The mosquitoes were as if they did not know our suffering which infuriated them greatly. Finally Cak Im want also to use mosquito repellent burn because the painful mosquito bites do not want to stop, pateng clekit tau.

I forced a little Haro to be put in the living room and finally he wanted to obey too. My brother who was sound asleep like a fainting person was carried and placed on top of a kambal in the middle room.

I burned the mosquito repellent and my husband followed me everywhere I went. Maybe feel alien in a new place. The atmosphere of the house was very quiet but the lights were left to stay lit a sign we had an event.