PASSION OF MY FRIEND'S WIFE

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Gerald parked his car in front of the laundry not far from Arka's house. He intended to take his clothes that two days ago he put there. Suddenly he accidentally made someone almost fall when he opened the car door.

"Aawwhh .." Someone screamed in pain after accidentally being hit by the door of his car.

Gerald quickly went out and approached the man.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it" he said, touching the person's shoulder.

But his hands were immediately on the ledge slowly. Gerald understood why the man brushed his hand. Someone is a hijab woman and certainly not just anyone let alone a man can touch her.

Gerald clasped both of his hands.

"I'm sorry, are you okay? Is there any injury? Need to go to the hospital?"

The woman shook her head. "No, no. I'm it's okay. It's just a little pain. Maybe the pain will go away" replied the woman.

"Owh, so. Again, I'm sorry. I was completely unintentional and I was so careless as to open the door without looking at the rearview mirror."

"Yes, it's okay."

The woman had not looked at him since. He looks evasive at every time Gerald tries to see his face. Is it because the woman is trying to keep her eyes off people who are not her muhrim.

"I'm sorry, then" said the woman.

"Yes" replied Gerald.

The woman entered the laundry. Gerald looked at the woman's back until it disappeared from the reach of his eyes. His smile instantly rose when he suddenly felt amazed by such a woman.

Gerald followed the woman's steps, not to pursue. Except to get his clothes too.

Inside, he met the woman. He just took his things. As soon as the transaction was completed, the woman turned her body and accidentally met their gaze. A second later, the woman nodded.

"Excuse me," said the woman, awakening Gerald who was blocking his path.

"Yes, yes, please!"

Gerald gave way to the woman. He looked back at the departure of the woman who made him feel amazed.

"That's a customer here, huh?" gerald asked the fat woman who worked in the laundry.

"Yes, mas. Ma'am Vienna customers here. He would come here every Friday to deliver the clothes he wanted to wash, and would come back on Sunday to pick up his clothes" the fat woman said.

Gerald nodded his head.

"Yes, mas. I'm gonna get some clothes too, okay?"

Gerald nodded in confirming. "Yes." Yeah."

"What's the name, ma'am?"

"Gerald."

"Ah, yes. Wait a minute, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

The fat woman also covered going to take Gerald's belongings. While Gerald himself looked toward the departure of the woman he knew named Vienna.

"Here, mas."

Gerald was slightly surprised by the return of the fat lady earlier.

"Eh, yes. So how many?"

"Fifty-six thousand, mas."

"Wait a minute."

Gerald took out his wallet from the back pocket of his black pants. Then give two pieces of money fifty thousand and ten thousand fractions.

"Take the change."

"Seriously, mas?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, thank you, ma'am."

"Together."

Gerald took the item from the hand of the fat lady just now. Then get out of there.

"Fum'at and Sunday." Gerald chanted the word while walking towards his car.

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