ONE ENOUGH
CHAPTER 89: READY TO PLANT
Gilang and Gita decided to just go home from the cafe. Not because the jaka has been kebelet want to meet iting. But the time has already shown at 10 p.m. So it's right for them to go home soon. And continue the story at home alone, with a more romantic position than outside the house.
Once arrived, the two completed the obligation to pray first. Only then set where the two perched to again, continuing the story that paused on the journey.
“So neng, since then dad came out of Sudrajat's grandfather's house. And lived with my mother in Henra Suteja's grandfather's house. Classic is what happens when you get married. Mom's pregnant, dad's still in college. While the obligation of men when they decide to get married is to give a living to the wife. But, at that time boro – boro father make a living for mother. Still in-laws. Even often mothers who give money to transport father go to the campus.”
“Wah. Not ribs.” Gita interrupted.
“Yes how else, they were wrong. What they do is completely untrue and not worth emulating. But that doesn't make my father silent. He also tried to find a job. At first, she worked at a food stall, where she worked. By reason of replacing the duty of the mother as a servant because in early pregnancy. Mom cravings badly. But, after mom had gotten well. He worked again and his father's job was only as a parking guard. The result is very little, to eat alone is almost not enough. Good thing to stay in the cottage in-laws so just close it for the business of eating. But I realize they can't stay that way forever, so quitting college is the best decision I can make to focus on making money. So he doesn't have to divide his time between college and work.” Long story with rutu.
“Daddy works in many places, keep parking in traditional markets more crowded than in food stalls. Indeed the system alternates, but more fathers can be because sometimes become porters as well.
In the evening become a specialist dishwasher again in warteg which is open until the morning. I rarely go home for rupiah. But that way, he was able to get out of his comfort zone at the home of in-laws. He really wants to be responsible for his choices. Be they live alone in a simple boarding house not far from the market. So that the father can often go home to visit the mother to make sure the situation is fine. Mom's no longer working eating dwarfs, buying equipment makes me. He was also at home making cakes to be tucked in the market. They really went through the hardest time in their entire lives, when pregnant women Arum.” tea Recall Mill.
“Heem. Until when are they so a’?”
“Up to a year old only. Suddenly Sudrajat's grandfather comes, meets them at the boarding house. Angrily after knowing that father was not just a college terminal but stopped. Grandpa was disappointed with the path that father chose, he was quite upset father married. And even more upset after knowing his college failed. He cried to see the body of the father who had lost meat and his good looks due to the hard work of odd jobs to meet the needs of him and the mother also Arum tea. I couldn't see the father's cry. He did not want to go deeper to make the people he respected disappointed. So at the request of Sudrajat's grandfather, he must immediately catch up with his college. Grandpa just wanted dad to have a diploma, so he wouldn't work rough. He was very sad to see the state of the child.”
“Yes is. where there is a father who could watch his son suffer.” Gita Chirps read the story.
“Then the mother was returned to her parents to be handled properly unilaterally. And Dad stayed back in their house to focus on his college. Dad would have refused because he could not be separated with Arum tea and mother. But, again looking at the gaze of my mother who turned out since the father was married had a stroke, half paralyzed. Too sad to think his son left the family. Dad finally came back
and every weekend and no college schedule, he goes home to Grandpa's. To gather with mom also teteh.” Gita nodded.
“All went well, father's finances were not as easy as when he decided to break up with his family. Mother and tea Arum sufficient living born and inner, although not living in the same house. Until pregnant women a’a.” Gita moved her eyebrows up and down and smiled slightly.
“Pad lecture finished anakpun already two. But although a’a men. I don't want to dedicate Sudrajat's name behind a’a's. Because she said, a’a tea more in the family of mothers since pregnancy. His name is Surendra. Suryati's grandmother's name and Henra's grandfather's name. He created Surenra behind the name Gilang.”
“Since last year, wait for the emergence of Gibran Sudrajat a’. Iiih long-winded the hell husband eneng.” Komen Gita.
“Kan a’a already said this kelarnya tea two days and two nights. And it's almost midnight now. So snobs, it's time for us to sleep. Jaw a’a also already pegel neng, talk only from earlier.” Tukas Gilang was tired of talking.
Hap
Then devoured by Gilang.
Do not ask first the continuation of the original historical story about Gibran Sudrajat ya gaes, because the story was interrupted by a child-making advertisement. Not a story that was thrown from Gilang's mouth anymore was heard. But it is precisely the village of han e rotis that is outside in the family room of Gilang house.
Yes ... apparently they had continued the story on the middle sofa of the house, until that night again the soft sofa in marron red became the target where they release the desire that can not be delayed anymore.
The simple tease of the two, when the taste senses unite to merge into one. Not familiar with fatigue, let alone boredom. Gilang was unable to get away from the coercion of Gita's hand that led her head towards the twin squish in front of her chest. Gita opium to spice up. As if supporting and forcing Gilang to nempel flick his tongue swept and moistened his favorite chewy area.
Meanwhile, his hand was not silent, he had managed to strip his own clothes so that the hand Gita who had been pointing and brushed her hair, was now under. Gently and gently brush the jaka who is getting on fire.
“Wess... jaka rod is getting stronger and harder now a’...” Gita mouth is more and more flat.
“Do not be noisy the stem is ready to plant neng.” Sela Gilang among his busyness to explore the mountain area.
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