Old Virgin Santet
Puspas...
Through his confidants, the old battery powder was poured completely into the well of Mr. Rohim right at midnight. A small wind swept over the nape of Mr. Jarwo's confidant who immediately goosebumps then looked left-right and in the blink of an eye, the young man immediately took a thousand steps to leave the well belonging to Mr. Rohim. Larasati came out from behind the hut to the well then his mouth muttered and then poured into the well.
The powder that had been poured into the well of Mr. Rohim now came to the surface and then came out and flew towards the well of Mr. Jarwo. Larasati grinned then returned to the cave.
That night was too long for those who had not been rewarded for their vile deeds. At the patrol station, Sukarni was playing gambling with his friends. Mudin came to join the guard post.
“Kang, I passed in front of the house of sampeyan. I heard the boy cry loudly. Should I go home first?” mudin.
“You are still a boy who knows household affairs. Later if you are married and have children, you will also be the same as me. Where to stay at home if the child cries every night, noisy!” Karni.
“Yes, Kang. I can't even hear a fussy kid. That's why I'm here more often than at home. Can you rip my skin off.”
“You know what's the most painful and headache? If we want to, uh, the child even cried loudly. Automatic fail and the head up-down must have been frowned.”
As the patrol post was filled with depraved men, a woman suddenly flashed by. The woman looked panicked. “Kang, help me!” all lecherous men's eyes stare at the modestly dressed woman far from the sexy word that can invite the eye hasra that stares.
The woman with two braided hair, wearing a sebetis flower skirt and a loose long-sleeved shirt, looked panicked and frightened.
“What's up, Neng?” tanya Sukarni got off the cottage.
Although using loose clothing but anyone men can find out if the size behind the loose clothing is quite satisfactory.
“In my house there is a snake, Kang. Please, I'm so scared.”
“Neng new inhabitants here?”
“Iya, Kang.”
All the guard post residents came to the house of the woman known as Puspa. The depraved men swallowed the saliva when they saw the tantalizing objects located on the bed of Puspa. Things that he had not been able to use because a snake fell from the ceiling of the room. After two hours of searching they finally found the snake under the bed.
As a thank you, Puspa entertained the men with coffee and cooked food that night as well. Puspa is not stingy about sharing because the contents of the refrigerator are full of food. That night he made fried rice for all of them.
“Kang, I sleepy once but still afraid if the snake appears. Do you mind if you stay here until morning? I have food and drink on the table. Big Brother can all consider this house as his own home, no need to hesitate!”
Getting a tempting offer plus calmness with a full stomach is certainly very exciting. That night, they play cards until the morning while Puspa sleeps in his room with the door locked from the inside. The next morning, Puspa woke up and found the men asleep. He immediately cooked good food for his men. Smells began to smell into their ears.
One by one they woke up from their sleep. They were stunned to see the beauty and beauty before their eyes. Puspa with slightly wet hair and a knee-length plisket skirt and short-sleeved t-shirt looks fresh after bathing. His body was swaying while listening to music over the radio.
“Harum once!” sukarni.
The boy forgot his home and family. They sit on a mat and Puspa comes to serve rice and ouduk plus omelet and his friends as a complement. Hot coffee and tea were served afterwards.
The wicked men smiled happily, “Do not hesitate to ask for help if Neng was in trouble. Every night we are in the guard post.”
“Lho, indeed Kakang all this is not sought by the wife if every night in the guard post?” they're lyrically interlocking.
“Neng take it easy. Not all of us have wives. And our wives also like to sleep alone so it doesn't matter if we don't go home.”
Puspa nodded then smiled, “Ya already! Please enjoy breakfast first.”
“Neng don't eat with us?” ask Sukarni who looks bitter to want to approach Puspa.
The woman smiled then took a plate and sat down to enjoy breakfast with the beautiful woman and good food.
“Wah, if this is how I want to be cooked every morning with Neng,” celtuk Sukarni again.
The other men started glancing at each other. “Wah, I am very happy that Kakang-kakang all want to eat here. Incidentally I like to eat this much more than myself.”
The faces of the men look excited, “But why is Neng living alone? Where's family?”
“I'm here to garden. Incidentally, I just bought land not far from here but do not know what to plant. So I want to look around first about what to plant. Later I will often ask for help with Kakang-kakang all yes!”
They enthusiastically nodded. After eating, Puspa who was going to the garden was surprised by the men who had been waiting for him in front of the house. Along the way, they treated Puspa like a queen to attract the attention of the villagers. At home, the wives who were lost from taking care of the house, cooking, washing clothes and taking care of children suddenly got a report from the villagers.
“So I saw Kang Karni accompany a woman with other villagers. I wonder who that woman is? Do you know, Yem?” Iyem must have shaken because since last night Sukarni did not come home. His eyes were very sleepy because his son cried last night and he had not slept at all until this morning.
Iyem decided not to care about her husband's affairs outside the house. He was tired, after cleaning the housework and putting his son to sleep, he chose to lie down next to them. In contrast to Iyem, the housewives who had insulted Larasati used to be like a beard fire person. After finding out that their husband did not come home last night and is now with a beautiful woman. They rushed over to the garden mentioned by the villagers. Not far from Puspa garden, Mr. Jarwo who was checking his garden began to be curious about the new face of Puspa.
“Man, what are they doing there?” ask Mr. Jarwo to his gardener.
“Ouh that, maybe they want to know the new garden owner from the next district, Juragan.” Pak Jarwo frowned.
“Who?”
“Name Puspa, Juragan.”
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