Nyi Roro Kidul Sexy
Chapter 12
In the back garden there are various types of ornamental plants
and medicinal plants that he could use to make herbs.
There is galangal, turmeric, kencur, white turmeric, lemongrass, turmeric,
betel leaves, red betel and what makes him surprised turns out there are unique leaves that
looks leafy.
“This is what leaf is it?” bimo murmured in the heart.
Bimo completely forgot about the leaves that were in front of him
at present.
He had seen it but had forgotten where
that leaf he had seen.
Finally he wanted to find out what kind of leaf it was
it's behind this bud house, and he'll figure it out through google
which he can access through his phone.
When he opened the phone screen, both of his legs felt
a little bit sore if you are constantly standing.
He came to the chair behind him.
Seen on the chair were some dry leaves
falling on it.
“Fuuuhhh!” blow it strong
The leaves fell on the grass, and he sat down
while resting his back on the back of the chair.
After that he accesses google to search for the type of leaf
what is inside the polybag.
But not until he managed to find the type of leaf
suddenly, the signal on his phone slowed down.
“Well really slow, mobile phone burik!” revilement
Bimo was a little upset.
He looked around the park.
The air was very fresh that morning, the bird tweeted
the church sounds so sweet.
“Any bude, this good house even left,”
bimo murmured in the heart.
Bimo found peace sitting alone in the garden
behind this house.
He forgot to access the internet
the cellphone.
The guitar in his hand, forgot himself to
find out what kind of leaf was in front of him at the moment.
He even tuned the strings of the guitar to fit in his ears
when he typed various G keys or C keys.
Not long after that, the sound of a spoon
stir the drink in the glass.
Bimo was slightly startled at not asking
Agnes to make herself a drink, but suddenly Agnes makes it
drinks for him.
He remembered that he wanted to ask Agnes
about the true state of the Via family, and what causes it
their farewell.
But to wait for her brother to come, she played
some songs with a slow guitar strum.
“Tiiinggg tiiinggg tuuunggg tueeenggggg,” sounds
guitar that plays melodious.
After feeling the suit fit, start Bimo
sang.
“Mbok ojo satru, satru wae sayaaang kuuuuuu,” says
Bimo while taking part in the ref of Satru 2 song created by a neighboring singer
the city with him is Deny Caknan.
“Tyingg tuuunnggg tiyingg tuuungggg,” the sound of a guitar
back flow.
Soon, he began to sing the song
accompanied by a guitar sound that runs slowly.
“Yen kangeeenn ngoomoongg kangeeennn, exchange rates
waaees. Mbook dieman-eman, hubungaaneeee,” said Bimo while continuing to play
his guitar.
Shortly after, Agnes was seen walking after
he brought a tray containing two espresso cups and a plate
cake in it.
Bimo continued his singing as he looked at Agnes
come bring the food.
“Uwong sing no tresnani, no gawe backrest atiiii.
Mbok ojo satru, satru waeee dear kuuuu.”
Agnes smiled happily at Bimo's engrossed voice
singing while playing his guitar.
He sat next to Bimo and sang
with a tone that he adjusted to the strains of the guitar that Bimo played.
This morning was cool for Agnes, able to sing while
enjoy a snack and a glass of warm espresso.
Things he never did again during his stay
at Via's house and at Solo's boarding house there.
And this morning, she was able to enjoy the morning together with
Bimo.
Sometimes he brought his face to Bimo's cheek, and Bimo too
it gets more fun to keep singing.
For Agnes this morning was very pleasing to her heart, she
can sing alone with a man who can give peace to him.
I don't know what, he felt comfortable with Bimo.
Bimo too, he felt comfortable when together
her cousin Agnes' sister.
Can sing and joke, not like
his days he spent training and training in order to get into
TNI.
***
Without feeling like they have been singing for two hours
spend coffee and snacks.
The sunlight began to sting along
rolling time.
Bimo laughed happily and cheerfully could sing with
Agnes, moreover, it turns out that Agnes can sing any song.
Not only Indonesian songs, Javanese songs
For a moment Bimo completely forgot about the problem
he was worried before, and so was Agnes.
His face looked so cheerful and forgot about the problem
which has caught it.
Tired of singing, Bimo looked at the surroundings
around home.
“This house is so fun, why not stay
here alone mbak Agnes same bude?” bimo asked as his head went around
looking around.
Agnes who was sitting next to Bimo appeared to be tired, too,
he then threw his body onto Bimo's shoulder.
Smells the fragrant scent of Agnes's clothes and body
he slammed into two of Bimo's nostrils.
“I haven't had a shower yet, I'm like
this,” said Bimo who is quite self-conscious if the aroma of his body is a little sour.
Agnes was silent and did not care about Bimo's words,
he seemed fun when he was close to the body of his cousin who he
meet when you are grown and growing up.
“Daily mama on her own deck, I'll spend it on
Soloing. Ms Renata is also in Solo.”
Bimo was stunned when he heard Agnes's reply
said that Renata also works in Solo.
“Eh jerk off, Renata really works in the hospital
Solo?” bimo asked as he frowned.
“Yes, she works in doctor Oen hospital,” replied
Agnes accompanied a nod of her head slowly.
“Mbak never met Renata at home
pain?”
“Not yet, but he often kok to kos mbak pack clothes
employee uniform situ.”
“Oh yes to,” said Bimo while nodding his head
slow down.
Bimo then sipped a little mocachino to relieve
the tension, after which he put his glass back on the table.
After putting the glass on the table, Bimo remembered
with the problems experienced by Via and Doni.
“Eh mbak, status mbak Via sama mas Doni how is it?
Officially divorced, or how?”
“No, still separated the bed. Ma'am Via is angry
because of the fact that Doni forbid him to sing on stage to stage, while the salary
mas Doni as PNS is still not enough for their needs.”
Bimo frowned while nodding
his head once upon hearing Agnes' reply.
“What I guess means mbak,” said Bimo while staring
towards Agnes.
“But just leave the deck, it's both their business. We
do not need to interfere,” said Agnes while holding the glass using the second
her hands.
Bimo bit his lips softly.
He looked at the glass in front of him
think about the state of the Via family.
For him, such a farewell could make a soul
both of their sons were clearly disturbed.
They still need the presence of Doni as a
his father, what would their soul be if in everyday life there is no male figure
adults who guide the soul toward adulthood.
But
suddenly Agnes asked, “You really do not know what has happened in the
this family deck?”
Bimo
shocked to raise both eyebrows.
“Numbered,
what is it mbak?”
“Nanti
mbak storyain, finish your coffee first. After this we play out.”
Bimo
frowning his forehead, he turned his head towards Agnes who was
still flexing his back to his right side body.
“Why talk outside mbak? In this house we are only
no one knows what we will screw up. Mending chatting at
here you know,” said Bimo with great astonishment.
“No want, I want to take you for a walk. Humming
mbak in Jogja, because if tomorrow mbak already back to Solo. So can't
same streets as you.”
“Where to go?”
“There are, in this Jogja many tourist destinations are
you don't know yet. The place is fun and romantic, surely you will like it when you go to
that place.”
“Oh so, yes I finished this coffee first keep bathing yes,” replied Bimo while putting the cake into his mouth.
Agnes nodded her head and straightened
his back.
He took his espress glass and then he slowly shaved.
Not long after that Agnes stood up and walked
go to the kitchen to take care of the laundry.
Bimo stood up and walked into the room
Agnese.
Arriving in Agnes' room, she took off her pants
the length he was wearing earlier then he placed it onto the back of the chair.
After that, he walked into the bathroom
by wearing soft-pointed color pants and inner t-shirts.
When Bimo walks into the bathroom, Agnes
suddenly entered his room and checked the contents of Bimo's wallet.
He saw there was a hundred thousand as much as ten
and fifty thousand and three.
The rest of the pennies are five thousand and two thousand ten
sheets.
“Hemmm is good money too,” murmured Agnes in heart.
