NIP FIGHTER
CHAPTER 1: WET DREAMS
Nandang Batuah was a teenage boy who was sitting in class IX or grade 3 Junior High. He lived with his mother Puspa a divorced widow died, after his father Dehen Suhardi died of chronic ulcer disease. He used to be a Mathematics teacher at the First High School in the district where they live now. Who during his time in charge fell in love with the son of the school guard where he taught.
Nandang has a younger sister named Andini Maharati. The current one had just smiled knots of his own, proud of the blue skirt he had only been wearing for a week as his new school uniform. Yes, Andini had just become a VII class student at the same school as her sister Nandang.
As left by his father, of course their lives cannot be said to be excessive does not mean lacking. Because once Nandang's grandfather or Puspa's father was a school guard, then they did get a house for the school guard. And got a chance to be the manager of the school canteen. Since the time of Nandang grandmother until now finally Puspa mother (emak Puspa) who became the manager of the canteen.
From the widow's retirement salary and the proceeds of selling in the school cafeteria that Puspa can maintain the wheels of their lives.
Puspa is famous for its distinctive taste in making cakes made from flour which is commonly called for-untu the contents of the coconut core and its toast. Although the buyer is a teenager who may not taste the cake, but Puspa did not break charcoal to continue to make the food he mastered.
Nandang and Andini were good children, concerned about the circumstances of their widowed mother. Every 3 am Puspa had to wake up to make a mother of bread dough and cake for him. Because the cake 2 hours later can only bloom and ready to be fried also in the roast. Sometimes it is not just students who buy Puspa processed cakes. But they already have their own subscription that always buy the cake for breakfast substitutes, for friends sipping coffee or a cup of tea.
So every morning, before leaving for school Nandang has been pedaling sepda pacalnya to deliver the cake order before 6 am. And never terbesit shame or inferior let alone prestige in the heart of a boy. Sometimes he was with his sister Andini, if the order was a lot or their mother made a bit much, meaning they had to peddle to the villagers who did not order the cake.
At dawn Puspa was quite surprised to see him as in the recollected by Nandang. When he came out of his bedroom. Previously Nandang opened the curtain covering the room of his mother and Andini, making sure if his sister was still sleeping.
“Mak. Nandang wetting mak.” His whisper was right in the ear of the mother they called the mother.
“Ish... already great co-wetting. Quickly remove the sheath, soak first the sticky pus smell Nan.” Answer Puspa calmly.
“Eng... anu..eng...” Nandang rather hesitate.
“You why the hell Nan...?” Puspa was a bit surprised to see the gurgles of his son.
“Ngompolnya weird mak.. ga much but sticky. Ouch .. how the hell to say it. Like snot mak. But, why a lot and make wet col or Nandang pants mak?” he said a little slowly.
“Masyaallah..it is not Nan wetting. In our religion it is called ihthilam. Later you ask with pa ustadt if mother is not right to explain it. That's the name you've become a boy who is in a normal adolescence. The boy is obliged to be circumcised, then will undergo physical changes. Growing jakun fruit on your neck, your voice turns heavy, in your armpits will also grow fine hair, including in the area of your urinary path. It is natural and must happen. That means you are already in baliq.” Obviously Puspa long.
“So mommy doesn't get angry that Nandang wet her bed?”
“Not to be angry. But you do have to immediately clean the marks clean, as well as yourself. You must take a mandatory shower. Purify yourself by pouring water all over your body with holy water, so that your worship is valid.” Mom goes to Nanda.
“Should be so mak?”
“Majib Nan. You know, the liquid you say is sticky is called water ma ni. It can make a girl or girl pregnant. You know pregnant? That's a big belly for 9 months ago had a child. Want?”
“Hah... how can mak?” Ask Nandang curiously.
“Ya it is. The bigger you will know how. To be sure, if you have ever wet such a bed, you should not be close to carelessly on the opposite sex. Later the child of a pregnant person by you, can you feed people's children? Mak, have not allowed Nandang to have a baby yes, if you are still up at dawn to make cake dough like this.” Said Puspa as if scaring Nandang.
“Any yes mak... liquid period so can be a baby? Continue, how Nandang can set when it can come out, the person Nan just sleep again mak.” Nandang remembered how the process he could wet the bed earlier.
“Try mak tanya, earlier why can wet the bed?” usik mak Puspa rather kepo.
“Ga know also..?”
“Don't lie to mom. Nose Nan kembis kempis lhoo.?” Guess the mother's origin.
Nandang again looked left and right and then docked to his mother.
“Mak... was Nandang dream close to Naila. Her friend Andini.” His whisper.
“Hmmm... then.”
“Ga. Initially just look at it, continue to sit down.”
“Terus..?”
“She's eating ice cream mac, keep smearing her lips.”
“Terus..” cecar mak Puspa.
“Nandang want to help clean your hands. But Nan's hands were dirty, so Nan cleaned her tongue. Yes, it was Nan's tongue with Naila's tongue. After that, Nan felt convulsing, because Naila even bit Nan's tongue. Keep sticky mom, can't be taken off. Until Nan Nyunsep fell both felt. Well, ketar-ketir that mak, until Nan feel like peeing, Nan hold this is the ulcer. Uh, wet. So Nan was shocked and immediately woke up this.” Nandang's story is so innocent to mak Puspa.
“Nan, what you did in that dream, let it be a dream. Do not let tomorrow you meet Naila again eat ice cream you cleanin use the tongue. The weird one is.”
“Emang why mak?”
“Ya men ciptain tissue kalo bersihin any use tongue. There-there's just you. It's been quick to clean your ompolan container there, do not forget to take a mandatory bath. And today let the mother who interraces the cake, you pray it in the mushola just let it be a bit long.” Mother Puspa's orders.
“Iya mak.” Nandang replied obediently and then shuffled to his room to take off his bed and would do as his mother ordered.
But, his steps then retreated closer to the mother.
“Mak..” Call it.
“What else is it?” Ask mak Puspa.
“Mak don't say Andini yes if Nan ngompol.”
“Iya.”
“Cheasia yes mak..?”
“Iya.”
“Mak.?”
“What else..?”
“That's darkening ice cream scars also don't tell Andini yes mak.”
“Why.?”
“Then be mak.”
“Iya.”
“Truly yes mak..?”
“Iya.”
“Promise yes mak..?”
“Bawel really…. Yes promise.”
“Hayooo sister have any agreement what is the same mother..?” Andini's voice from the next room that seems to have been awake.
Seriate…
Haii readers
New work hopefully liked
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Onions may exist
Gulali…? Sure
Methods and philosophy of life? Will always othor skid
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Hayuk
