ONE ENOUGH
CHAPTER 34: AUNTIE GIRL
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Gita was amazed to see the contents of the SMS, Not because of the nominal that her papi sent for her, but whether she should be honest with her husband. Didn't they just get it right? But if he told Gilang, does it not contain a return tempest. Time must be onion again, not they have enjoyed the takjil just now. The Gita only snorted, after reading the contents of the text message. Send a thank you reply to the sender.
“Thank you Pi. The transfer is in.”
“Thank God, sorry can't be much. Hopefully enough to replace Muna and Zahra's groceries yes son.” The reply.
“Alhamdulilah, more pi.” Reply to Gita again. Then put his phone on the nightstand.
“SMS?” tanya Gilang who just finished cutting the peer fruit and took some green grapes for their snack that night.
“Hm...” Dehem Gita slowly.
“Who?”
“You know style?”
“You know, kepo niih.”
“Promise ga angry..?”
“What used to..?”
“Promise first dong a’.”
“Iya deh promise...what the hell? Baskoro?”
“Hahaa.. ga no other topic what, we discuss Baskoro.”
“Ya times..eneng face changed gitu.”.
“Times looks change a’...?”
“A’a already poultice face angel, where happy, where angry, where sad.”
“Where to lie also a’.?”
“Iya .. kayak now. Eneng again hide something from a’a.” His words feed a piece of peer into his wife's mouth.
“Papi transfer money to rek eneng, birthday gift said.”
“Oh.” Answer Silang briefly.
“Kok, just Oh hell a’.?”
“Continue a’a must say WOW is that.?” gigawa Gilang.
“Ga tanya... how much?”
“Ga..”
“Why?”
“Hah. Ntar a’a feel like dust grains again. So better a’a ga tau aja. More secure?” He said again bribing pieces of fruit back.
Gita agreed. Yes maybe better so than runyam again, baper again, ga kelar this story.
This morning, the newlyweds agreed to swim outside, close to the hotel restaurant. They all want to see other places, besides their rooms. Gita uses a bikini, but of course with the shape and model that has been approved by the husband. Which is all long, but still does not close the curves of the body slim awake Gita.
Both are not just soaking, but really swimming, sometimes seen racing. Both of them really enjoyed the vacation time Kevin gave them. And plans later in the afternoon they will enjoy other tourist destinations.
Actually since swimming earlier, the tail of Gita's eyes felt if anyone noticed his interaction with Gilang. But, he doesn't know who. Because, every Gita looks at his face always on the cover of the magazine. So Gita can't figure out who it is. After all, aren't the eyes created to see. So, for Gita it is only natural that people see her, the important thing is that she does not pervert in public places.
Gita and Gilang are always cheerful, every time they enjoy food. Gita's hands do not stop surfing in cyberspace, to ensure the food recipes that he enjoys. He said to learn, when is the day.
“By join..?” A male voice sounded right behind Gita. Gilang's eyes almost came out to see the man, without permission had already taken his place beside Gita.
“Baskoro...?” Gita looked up but could not move. He was stuck in a corner sitting next to Baskoro with a deep sense of compulsion and guilt.
Baskoro is brash, he deliberately close his nose to the head of the Gita is still wet.
“Huumm... still like the fragrance that I love Git. Bubble Gum shampoo.” Guess with a smile. Gilang just came smiling with his lips up.
Gita frowned, her body was already clipping against the wall. The tote bag contained his wet clothes he deliberately put him between him and Baskoro, he pressed it to wet it out, and directed it to Baskoro.
“Oh…. It's not. Incidentally that is all that is available in a hotel room. I hate wearing them again. Reminds me of rubbish. This alone, already want to go to the salon again to creambath, so that the fragrance is gone.” Ketus Gita stared out. Don't want to see Gilang, let alone Baskoro.
“Why so hate on mas? What is still love?” Baskoro wear an iron mask or an ultramen face. There's no shame. Gita's husband is in front of them, but she just talks to Gita.
“Hah…? Love...!!!” The Gita of emotion.
“Honey..meeting time. Pamit ya mas.” Gilang grabbed Gita's hand up to pass through Baskoro, while the dining table had already shifted, so that his wife's body did not come into contact with Baskoro.
“Hey... mas not finished talking Gita.” Keki.
“Mas. Later if caught talking love to my wife, mas can be broken up lhooo. Lost his gold mine.” Ledek Gilang origin only. Making Baskoro's face flushed red, and slapped the table. For from a distance Miranda was walking near him.
“Morning aunty Miranda..meetings with Baskoro yes..?” Sapa Gita friendly.
“Aiiihhh. Not home yet?”
“Not aunty, we're still on honeymoon here. Auntie…? Honeymoon is also ?” ask Gita smile.
“Iya niih... it was so fresh this morning. Btw honeymoon same om Prayoga or the Baskoro nih?” Glory ticking aunt girang who looks mesem mesem pleasures.
“Ya same young dong, om y'all it's been ration last week.”
“Waaw... aunt is indeed amazing, beaches in praise on Prayoga. For the powerful recipe is aunt.” Goda Gilang so’ familiar.
“A’a..?” Rengek Gita spoiled, deliberately close his body to Gilang, so that Gilang hugged him.
“Oouh... You are still newlyweds, no need for any recipe must always be addictive.” Miranda's scourge.
“Oh. If it's new, Gita I guess, my dear it's over.” Whether it can be vile from where the Gita is, the gesture has been wrapped around the luer just near Gilang, provoking the response of the old lady who does not know herself in front of them.
“Auuuhh. Morning has made aunty hor nie alone, so I can't wait for the horse to be the same as Babas dear.” Centilnya disgusting.
“Huum. Last Baskoro also had a story, if aunt is amazing.” Geez Gilang, his mouth was also a bucket. Ulet keket kok rubbed, yes more itchy.
“We excuse me aunty beautiful, want nyicil make his eyes.” said Gilang naughty.
“Hahaaa.. good luck young man, spirit.” Flirtatious. There was a terrible farewell between Miranda, Gita and Gilang on the verge of the hotel restaurant.
Seriate…
Morning Readers…
Sorry a little itchy story this morning, tainted by the aunt girang.
Thanks all
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