Passion of Neighboring Wife

Chapter 53

"Rice bags, I asked you why are you here? Not in front even mojok at the back, crying again. Wonder me."

"It's none of your business. What are you doing here too? go there! Don't bother me, I don't need a nuisance from a playboy lizard guy like you." Nurma wiped her tears.

"Dih, ge'er really wants to disturb you Lo. There's nothing from there that I disturbed the sack of rice kayak lo. Mending me bothered the widow alone rather than lo, the fat manor kayak ondel-ondel."

Nurma turned her head glared sharply "What did you say? I'm menor kayak ondel-ondel? Wow you are so bad that I like it. I dandan sake kayak gini to nyenengin my man, uh even he married again huaaa." Nurma cried out.

Jayden flirted, he was afraid people would hear him and accused him of being weird. "Eh, uh, even a nasty cry." Jay dyed and he smothered Nurma's mouth, then pushed her against the wall with her in front of Nurma.

"Whisper, you want us in the village because of the cry of lo who is super duper like a can of rhombeng. Do you know this at the wedding? Don't cry."

Nurma steps on Jay's foot and pushes on the man's body. "Hey, you want to kill me? Where your hands smell terasi again, brazen to be a man. From the past it's always been a whim, you dumb-ass lizard." Nurma annoyed rubbing her lips that run out on Jay's back.

The man screeching scratched his nape, "hehe, I'm emang abis eat same sambal terasi. Maybe it still smells in my hand."

Nurma glared, "go lo, you fucking Playboy. Instead of being calm even makes me dizzy with your brazen behavior."

"You should be grateful that I came here and made a fuss, so you are no longer sad because of that brash man. After all, the girl you married my boyfriend," Jay said.

"Hmmfff, is she a lo girl? Hahahs where is there? I can't believe it, at least it's the height. Is there a girl who wants to be like a Casanova playboy like you? There's nothing. From High School you have become a brash playboy, especially now, there must be many girls who have been explored."

The plot!

"Cu*pang Pain!" nurma rubbed her head.

"A little insolent I'm mah. At least once every three months I cas nih the Otong, not often also sacks of rice."

"Dih, even confide. Don't care about me. Move aside! I'm going to go back to the front." Nurma slapped Jayden's shoulder to the front again. However, his hand was in check.

"Lo want to go ahead in a mess?" Jay leads Nurma to get closer to him, then she removes the lipstick that was blown away by Nurma herself who had rubbed her lips.

"Lipstik lo belepotan, mascara lo fade, if you go ahead there are you menketawain. Fat, ugly again." Her speech slowly allowed Nurma's makeup to use the soft handkerchief she was carrying.

Nurma gasped at what Jayden was doing to her. The man paid little attention to him even though he knew that Jay was doing it was just a transition to the disappointment that Jay was experiencing. Nurma could feel that this man was also heartbroken.

"Have it, let me be the one in the bathroom. I'm afraid you're even nyosor kayak noon again," said Nurma stepped back and went into the bathroom.

"Dih, where there's my nyosor same sack of rice like lo. I got hit by a gunny sack." However, Jay was more relieved that Nurma was not as sad as before. He came back to the front to change the buffet.

*****

"Darling, what do you want to eat?" tanya Bastian was waiting in line to congratulate Ningsih and Bagas.

"I want satay as much as fish. It's a little bit of a number."

"Later to get it, yes, you'll be in front of me just hold the plate."

"Where can it be, I'll take it."

"Eh, there's an unemployed delinquent here. The future of wearing t-shirts only? Don't have clothes, do you? Very sorry, unemployment like you will not be able to buy expensive clothes," said Mr. Kades insulted Bastian's appearance.

"Eh, there's a pack of keeper. No shame kades kok nyerocos nyak women, why not just wear skirts sir? Got a man's mouth like a sissy, bawel." Reply Bastian dare to fight.

"You ...!"

"Sir, don't make a fuss, embarrassed at seeing people. Let this poor child talk about what is important to us so that the more rich people have a besan like Mr. Badru," said his wife Pak Cahyo.

"Eh, Mum. I'm warning you to educate your brash grandson!" he said Mr. Cahyo to Oma Mia.

"Hmm later after the buffet is finished. Now I'm hungry to eat for free tis tiiiis," replied Oma nyelonong past a pack of kades.

"They're really pissed off."

Then, it was Jayden's turn and his parents who came forward.

"Eh there's a poor Casanova playboy here. You guys just want to eat, right? The contents of the envelope are also at least ten thousand, not worth the price of the food you will take," his wife said.

"Mom, sir, just go ahead. Don't mind people's babbling." Jay told his mother and father to keep going forward without replying to Mr. Kades.

"Well, if gini means hitchhiking food. But, since I am rich and it is a happy day, so eat a lot, I want to take with me nothing, I am rich."

"Surely you can take it home? I am poor, sir. You know poor people like me rarely eat well." Jay smiled thinly planning something.

"That's it, because you're poor so I give you free food."

"Ok well." Then Jay shouted. "Everything's ladies, mothers' fathers, brothers, brothers and sisters are all here."

"Hey what do you want to do with all the yelling?" his wife said Mr. Kades.

Jayden's screams distracted many.

"Why Jay?" kyara.

"Don't know, most people want to take food to bring, '" Bastian replied while taking satay and then saving it to Kyara's plate.

"Guests, said Mr. Kades, because this is a rich man's event and also the event of the Badru rich man of the district, then you are free to take food to bring home."

"You .. That's not it." Mr. Cahyo is upset. Mr. Badru immediately glared towards Cahyo.

"Well, mr. Kades and Mr. Badru are good. Then I'll wrap it up for my son."

"I want to ah."

And many in unison want to wrap a buffet meal. From home there are those who bring plastic to put food, some bring big bags to enter the cake, and various other things.

"Oh gustiii, can tekor this mah." Jerit his wife, Mr. Cahyo.