Passion of My Wife's Sister

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"Mas, it doesn't seem like this guy, does it?" ask the mother.

"Yes" I replied.

when the mother wanted to ask again, the buyers came so crowded.some were eating on the spot, some were brought home.

then, the mother looks lost, she calls out who.Maybe her son? but the called did not come, again the Mother called someone but.

I saw a man come to help the mother and the mother asked her son who never came.

I don't know .. I didn't hear the man's answer, maybe it was her husband. I didn't want to hear their talk.

when I finished, I immediately paid for the breakfast I had eaten earlier.

"How much Ma?" much

"Eighteen thousand. Mas,"

I reached into my wallet from my pants pocket, and paid to the mother, after the mother gave me the change I was about to walk away.

not yet I turned around, there was someone coming out of the house and he came to the breakfast seller's mother.I was glued for a moment the eyes could not blink, no way.it was not Ma.

why the girl is very similar to Mayang.the difference is that Mayang has clean skin, this girl has dark skin.

Mayang, has dimples on the cheeks, this girl is not. why so Mayang, who flashed in this mind. I immediately pulled it away then I immediately entered the car and sat behind the wheel.

I returned with the original purpose, yes .. lah visited Uncle's house.

I've reached Uncle's house, Susana is still very quiet like yesterday.

I tried to sit on the front porch of the house, someone passed by.

"Find out who ya are, Mas," someone asked this self.

I got up immediately, approached the father.

"Sorry sir, if you may know Uncle Husein, where yes. since yesterday this house looks empty"

"Ouh .. pak Husein, yes, he was visiting his brother's house. he said his nephew would do the wedding reception."

"When will he come home?" ask again.

"Wah .. do not know me Mas, sorry yes, if you may know. Mas, this is what Hussein is?!."

"I'm her husband Maria, her niece Pak, from Jakarta." I explained to her, she nodded.

"Oalah .. This is her husband Maria to." she said enthusiastically, I smiled clumsily.

then the father resigned, I began to think back.Is it possible that Maria was there too? his brother will be doing the wedding reception.

as long as I was married to Maria, she never invited me to visit. It was a pity that I didn't even know their sister's house.

I sat back on my Uncle's porch, considering it was Sunday. Maybe they'll be home this afternoon, I'd better wait than go home empty-handed.

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"However you are, Mas" I said on the phone "Is it so hard for you to make peace with me one day. Why not take me home?, I miss my hometown too" then I turned off my phone without her permission.

I immediately packed up, preparing to go to my hometown. whatever .. I'm dizzy at this time, my mind is really chaotic. My school was not focused.

after I finished packing, I immediately ordered a taxi online to Soekarno-Hatta airport.

I'd better get on a plane, if I take a public transport/Bis afraid I will arrive late at night.I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a ride to Uncle's house.

although not too far away, but horror it feels for virgins to roam the nights.

the taxi I ordered arrived, I immediately sat on the passenger bench.Fortunately I have savings money that I set aside from the remaining pocket money that had been Mas Dimas, and Mba Maria gave.

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finally the plane I was riding took off as well, I prefer to see the clouds from the window slit, very beautiful in my opinion.

soon I will arrive at Radin Inten airport in Lampung.

it feels good to be able to visit my homeland.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the plane I was on to land perfectly.

I have arrived at Radin Inten airport. I rest for a while in the waiting room, I better go to Uncle's house using motorcycle taxi services only.

after I finished sipping my drink, I went straight out of this place and looked for a motorcycle taxi driver.

"Ojek, is Bang?" ask a man who sits on his bike.

"Where are you going, Mba?" ask the taxi driver.I also tell my purpose.and the ojek father directly gass keun wkwk.

god, I haven't been to this place in a long time, not passing through this street, so many memories of this place.

I also did not miss this moment, taking pictures of the greenish and wide expanse of rice fields.

breathing clean and fresh air, very different from the city of Jakarta, it feels very comfortable.

"Geek, where is this from?" ask this ojek father.

"I, from Jakarta Pak" I said in response

"Oh, who's going to go this way?" he asked again, it turned out that this father was very friendly.

"I, want to visit Uncle's house, I'm Sir" I answered honestly, it's my purpose to come to Uncle's house.

"We are still a long time, sir," I asked, because I had forgotten the road to Uncle's house.

"Yes quite right, the deck.we have to pass several more villages because" explained the father.

"The house is nice here, sir,?" ask me. I'm amazed even though this is in the village but their house is nice.

"Yes deck, the house here mah, good indeed, not less the same house in the city."

true said the father of this motorcycle, the house here is good.

"We, we're about to get to Deck"

"Ouh. has arrived" and the ojek sir stopped right in front of the house.

I'm coming down, "How much sir?" my many.

"50 thousand decks!" I reached into my pocket and took a piece of blue money and handed it to Mr. Ojek.

"Thank you, sir" I said to him

"Together the Deck" he said, I turned and walked

"Well, are you here?!."

I immediately turned around and saw the figure of the man who looked ugly to me.

Hoohs....

i'm appalled...

"Why not like it?" I said annoyed.and I stuck out my tongue as a form of mocking him, let him know how he felt.