Pursuing the Love of Mr. Duda

Fall Sick

The two women ran over to Tama. Nadia holds a broom handle to repel a herd of geese that are still around the man who fell on the muddy ground.

"Geez! Shuh!" Nadia swung the handle of the broom she was holding, a swarm of rogue swans left the place.

"Sir Tama! Here's a helping dance." Dance helps the husband to stand up.

Tama straightened her body, she saw her clothes and hands filled with mud. The embarrassed man got into the car.

"Nad, tomorrow's the book. I'm back, yes" said Tari.

Nadia looked at her friend and entrepreneurial lecturer with unblinking eyes. Just this time he witnessed a lecturer fall down and bored by a herd of swans. If he is in the position of Mr. Tama, maybe he did not dare to show his face to the person who witnessed the incident.

"P-sir, can still drive?" ask Dance carefully.

"Sableng, this is all because of you!"

Feeling unaccountable for the blame, Tari raised her protest.

"Mistake yourself to be bored by a goose, just be still," Tari's great-granddaughter with her mouth forward like a duck.

Nadia noticed the car of her best friend's husband who was still in his rented yard.

"Kok is still here? Au ah, mending I'm washing dishes." Nadia was in her contract.

Tama is increasingly inflamed when he hears the answer of the wife who does not want to be blamed. He had just wanted to grab Tari's hand, but the move stopped because of his bumper throbbing pain.

"But Tama why!?" panicked Dance heard a ringing coming out of her husband's mouth.

"Can you drive?" ask Tama.

Head Dance shook her head, she was not good at driving a car. If the motorcycle was the woman could.

"Huh, what a shit I am today." Tama hit her steering wheel with emotion. The man immediately started the car and left the cursed place that embarrassed him instead of playing.

Dance continued to notice the husband who was driving uncomfortably. The wrinkles on Tama's face were so obvious, just like the person who was enduring the pain.

It didn't take long, their car had already arrived in front of the gate. Security guards at the Batara family residence opened access.

"Aw! I hate swans! Damn bastard!" maki Tama, when she felt the pain of her bumpers while moving out of the car.

The dance follows the steps of her husband from behind, the woman does not dare to disturb Tama who is in lion mode.

As soon as they entered, Mama Widi greeted Tama and Tari with various questions. How not, his son's current condition is really chaotic. Muddy body, as well as the road while wiping the rear bumper.

"Yes! Why is your body so dirty?"

The man passed by his mother without answering, Tama climbed the stairs with an annoyed bent face.

"Why's your husband, Tar?" ask Mama Widi who is still curious.

"Disosor goose, Ma," replied Tari as she scratched her non-itchy nape.

"Buahahaha, how can you?" Mama Widi chuckles. The middle-aged woman rubbed the corner of her watery eyes from excessive laughing.

"The whole story, Ma. Dance up first yes, want to treat your child." The dance was roaring, and the woman went after the husband who was already in the room.

As soon as Tari entered her room, she did not see Tama's whereabouts. However, the sound of water gurgling from the direction of the bathroom, it means Tama is cleaning herself.

Dance chose to prepare her husband's clothes first. When the task was completed, he chose to sit on the bed waiting for the husband to finish bathing.

The woman pulled something out of the closet. A medicated beram reliever ointment.

"This is her dress" said Tari thrusting some neatly folded sheets onto her husband.

Tama took out a set of sleeping clothes that had been prepared by Tari. He went to the dressing room to wear it.

"here! Let Dance treat." Dance patted her bed.

The man who was dizzy slowly laid his body.

"Come down, My Lion!" exciting Dance.

"Hey! You don't rule me!"

Want to not want Tama turned her body to be bent. The man followed the direction of the woman he often called the sableng boy.

"What are you doing!?" squealed Tama with a heavy voice.

"If you want to be covered, you have to open the pants, how the hell! Ck-ck-ck-pl. If you protest again, Dance stay!" Dance clucked, because her husband always protested.

'Damn it!!! I have to be treated like this, just watch out for you goose! I'll buy you guys, then I'll make food.' Tama's mind.

Dance's hand pulls the trousers and the triangular fabric down. Carefully he applied a pinch of a goose that was not yet so black.

"One, two, three, four. Waw! There are also many former kisses of the goose." Dance clucked in admiration, the woman shook her head.

"You really are sableng! Can't you finish that fast?!" Again, Tama protested. The man was upset, why there was such a rare species as Dance. When she held back the embarrassment, Dari even counted the number of former goose sosoran.

Dancing splashed her lips, the woman again smeared the rash reliever ointment to the untreated part.

"Fuhhhh .. fuhhh .. fuhhh." Dance advances her lips, the woman gives a puff to beram Tama in hopes that the former goose scab is healed soon.

"Shitt!!! Why are you blowing my bokon9! Are you crazy!" shout Tama.

Dance spontaneously straightened her body because she was shocked by Tama's voice that boomed like the roar of lightning.

"His! Dancing shocked to know! Good thing the dance doesn't sag to the stomach." Dance's hand held onto her chest4 which felt thumping.

Tama did not care about Tari who was shocked by her screams. He pulled back the waist of the pants that had been lowered by the wife, then the man changed his sleeping position to be supine.

"Dance to take a shower first." The woman fled leaving her angry husband. He ran into the bathroom.

"Lord, why did you bring a strange woman like her in my life?" tama Gumam.

***

Dance was in the kitchen to help Bik Atik cook the dinner menu.

That day, as soon as Tari finished her bath. She saw Tama was asleep, the woman had touched her husband's face. It turns out that my husband has a fever. Probably because of this afternoon.

"Son Dance, let Bik Atik cook."

"It's okay, Bik. Dance all want to make a warm soup for husband Dance," said the woman while preparing cooking ingredients.

"From that time Bibik didn't see Nak Tama. Haven't you come home yet?" ask Bik Atik while crocheting onions.

"Room, Bik. Another break upstairs."

Bik Atik nodded in understanding, the middle-aged woman no longer asked and chose to wash vegetables that would be used for dance to make mushroom soup.

"What's the bread for, son of a Dance?" tanya Bik Atik lifting baguette bread.

It is an elongated French bread that has a crisp texture on the outside and airy.

"Oh it's to make a garlic bread, Bik. Totally dicocol same as mushroom soup."

The original dance chose a menu for her husband, she saw a cloudy and cold day. So he decided to cook some mushroom soup.

"Well cool, my aunt doesn't understand this kind of food."

"Hehe, this dance is also taunya because it's been practice on campus, Bik."

Dance spent a long time in the kitchen. In the room, Tama was still asleep. Meanwhile, Una is now joining Tari.

The boy asked various things that made him curious. Like what is being cooked by Tari, what is the name of the tool used by Tari to release corn from his bump and many more questions from the five-year-old boy.

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