OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
PLAY THE ANGRY BIRD GAME
“Where were you last night with my husband huh?”
The deg! Smear me!
“A- I'm-“
“Hei jongos!” Ms. Farah was fretting roughly at my ears. “Don't because I'm not in this house you can just as easily go with my husband huh! Already turned into a bitch you turned out!”
It was like a thunderstorm was hitting me from above. How could this woman know? There are only two possibilities; first, Mr. Reno told us and secondly there has been someone who deliberately followed us and reported this to Ms. Farah.
I really don't dwell. I admit I did follow my employer yesterday. But it is not my will, Mr. Reno who invites.
“Turn me Chevani!”
“Eum a - anu bu. Yesterday Mr. Reno brought us all to buy a new toy Refa.” Reply staggered.
“What! Ou so last night my husband took a filthy woman like you. So?”
“I-iya bu.”
Even though I was looking down, I could feel with my eyes the emotions of the attached grandmother at this moment. My sense of civilization can feel its rough breathing like an electric shock person.
I speak a thousand languages. Only the verse of the chair that I am reciting at this time in order for the Divine to save me from the raging of the Shaiton, eh errat I mean Bu Farah.
“Basic you bitch! How dare you tease my husband!”
Plaque!
“Aduuuh,” I complained in pain when I felt a loud blister that landed on my cheek. Again KDRT happened, I was slapped by the gerandong.
“That's nothing to feel with what I'm feeling right now.”
Bugh!
Plaque!
Debuck it!
In a moment my body seemed to float then bounce back on the floor. My face was punched and slapped and at the moment when my consciousness was on the threshold, my body was pushed by it so that I fell head-on on the floor.
Be ill.
So hurt.
“Starting this second stay away from my husband!” The shrill baritone was heard back. This time Ms. Farah set her foot on top of my body that was still drooping on the floor.
I could not help but cry. Why is this how fate becomes babu in people's homes? But as far as I know Ratna has never been treated this way by her employer.
Oh God. This is the ordeal you gave me.
“Ampun ma'am, my waist hurts once.” I said beg. Gusti, help me.
“I won't let go unless you really promise to stay away from my husband!”
“Iya bu I promise!”
“Do not hear from your friend again if you go with my husband!”
Whahuh? What did he say?
A fella?
My pain suddenly disappeared when Bu Farah called the word ‘friend’ there. If it is re-digested the words just now means there has been someone who complained about yesterday's incident to this attached grandmother. And that guy is my own friend. But who? Which friend of mine?
“What did mom say? A fella? Which friend of mine?”
Um!
Ms. Farah pulled her leg suddenly from above my body. Suddenly, there was a shock on his face. Then without any resistance or words again he immediately left me and passed me somewhere.
Is he flabbergasted? But I'm really curious. Which friend would have reported such a trivial thing to this lioness?
...***...
The orange glow began to spread from the horizon to the earth. I patted my back gently, pounded in this house plus stepped on it with Bu Farah making my waist feel like it wanted to slip. I noticed the entire room from the front and back yard, the middle room to the kitchen were all smudged without a stain. The clock is aiming for the number five and it's time for me to go home. The attached grandmother was no longer visible stem of her nose because after mocking my body earlier she immediately passed somewhere.
“Mother want puyang?” Suddenly the sound of a little boy shaking me from behind.
“Iya darling. Papa you also returned?”
“Summer ma'am. But papatu is on top.”
“Mau.”
I'm heading upstairs with Refa. In order not to take long I carried his fat body towards Mr. Reno's room. Add more gout if this is so.
Arriving at the doorway I put the balloon's body back down. I want to go home and Refa must be returned to his father immediately. I had intended to knock on the door, but I had not yet had my hand pressed against that white rectangular object I heard a loud voice coming from the room.
“Arrrgh.”
“Ohyeaah little more.”
“Ayoo uhh.”
Oh christ! I've heard that from the Hero a lot.
My intention of knocking on the door became unexpressed when I heard a moaning from inside. I'm a grown woman and I know what the father-daughter did in the room. Poor Mr. Reno, maybe he lost his biological needs since his wife was taken out of the house.
But how is this? Is it possible that I waited for the man to actually complete the ritual? Uh! What time do you want to go? Yes, if he only did one round, if three or four rounds what? Can dry me waiting out here.
“Mother why we have macuk-macuk?” Oh, fuck me! This rancid even used to ask questions about everything.
“Eum soon yes.”
“Why?”
“Kanya papa you debo deh dear.”
“Bobo? Enda kok ma'am. It's a cana dali dayam cana. Cuala uh ah uh ah, kanya papa or again play the game deh bu. Come on bu enter or want itut play!”
Holy hooch!
What is Gusti kemiben iki?
So also did Refa hear the moaning? Even he used to say that his papa was playing games again. How'this? It's not wrong either. Mr. Reno is indeed playing a game, angry bird game is kikik.
Dor dor dor's.
“Papa blind door atu come.” Die up! It's not Refa's name if he doesn't get what he wants.
If the gas cylinder one understands what is being done by his papa in there surely he will not riot before getting the timing is really right to enter. But it was too late, Mr. Reno was already in the hunt knowing that we were in front of his room. I grabbed onto Refa's body and was about to bring her back to the first floor, but how surprised I was when I wanted to carry Refa's body suddenly a firm hand restrained my shoulders from behind.
“Since when did you guys stand here?”
The deg!
A man gushed his body from inside the room. His hair was fussy even he only wore butts and showed the curves of his sispact body. Geez! This is not wrong anymore. He must be in there.
“Eum i-it pack baruuuu only.” Said lying.
“You sure?”
“Iya sir. Just wanted to knock on the door eh already knocked first same bang Refa ehehe.”
“Oh great!” His face that had been stiffened was now normal. “You want to go home?”
“Iya sir.”
“Ya already here Refa let me.”
I immediately handed the fat boy to his papa. From here I can clearly see the angry strokes that are drawn on the look of Mr. Reno. Oops! Sorry my employer. Your own son forced his way in.
Slowly I started to step up and left the father-daughter there. My heart put a little pity on Mr. Reno who was forced to stop his hot game. But even worse, I was just about to go down the stairs a sound lag made my hair goosebumps instantly.
“Papa. Papa was playing a game? Toalna atu dengal papa was uh ah ah ah in dayam.”
A blushhh!
Mucus!
I'd better get going, it's up to Reno to tell his son what to do.
...***...
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