Queen Ketiban Duren

Chapters 11. Om Bawdy Turns out Duda.

The queen was running her car at a speed that was splitting the streets. The traffic jam colored his journey. The queen contacted one of the employees, saying she would come late. Probably too late.

The queen stopped at one of the very luxurious houses. He asked permission from the security guard. After answering the security guard's question, the Queen is welcome to enter.

Auntie opened the door of the house as soon as the Queen set foot in front of the main door. The queen smiled at the aunt.

"Good Morning, Bi. Mr. Akhtar is there."

"There, non. Please enter!"

The queen came in following Aunt's steps. He is welcome to sit waiting. The Queen's eyes accidentally saw a photo of Akhtar holding a tiny baby.

Oh, my God, isn't Akhtar an Oom-oom? She has a child. Why did the king yesterday ask him to accompany me. His wife is not angry.

Bibi comes to see the Queen and asks her to meet Akhtar in the pool behind her house.

Akhtar's exit from the swimming column coincided with the Queen's arrival there. Seeing Akhtar who only wears subordinates as bathing suits, the Queen was shocked.

"Om perverted, you are naked," cried the Queen closing her eyes.

"Who is naked, Queen. I'm wearing swimsuits."

"Why dress so."

"I don't think I'm wearing gloves for swimming. You've never seen a guy swim."

"Quick change clothes Om."

"I'm wearing a kimono towel. Why are you here?" ask Akhtar.

"The king asked me to deliver the papers that Om had to sign."

The queen opened her eyes slowly. Akhtar has been wearing a kimono towel.

"Sit down first, I change my clothes. I guess who came. I don't know if it's you." Akhtar went into a room near the pool. Ten minutes he had been out in his casual shirt.

The queen was slightly stunned when she saw Akhtar in her casual clothes, she looked much different. Looks much younger.

Akhtar asked the aunt to bring food for herself and the Queen. After the food was served, Akhtar began to speak.

"Ate. Aunt is tired of preparing. Don't look at it" said Akhtar.

"Om not yet pardoned, embarrassed dong if directly comot aja."

"My queen, please eat." Akhtar said with a smile. The queen took her favorite banana sponge cake. He ate a few pieces without shame. Akhtar looked at him with a frown.

"You are hungry" said Akhtar.

"I happened to have breakfast with a glass of milk. So in conclusion I'm hungry plus moyan."

"You're not afraid of fat."

"Why?"

"Normally girls don't want sweet food and only taste a little."

"If I wouldn't be fat if I ate a bag of rice. That's my excess." Akhtar mangosteen heard the Queen's words.

The queen looked around Akhtar's house carefully. He was astonished because this big house seemed silent. There were no residents except two women who were believed to be housekeepers. And two men who might be drivers and gardeners.

"Kok his house Om looks silent, where are the other residents?"

"Who? Aunty was there, right? There are too?"

"My son and wife?"

"Yes, I saw in the living room there was a picture of a baby boy. Where's Om's son."

"Oh, not here anymore."

"I'm sorry, Om. I didn't know he had a wife. The king also asked Om who accompanied me to the party. Is Om's wife not angry?" whispered Queen.

"My wife is angry with you. He is looking for you" whispered Akhtar again.

"Why didn't you talk from earlier. It's a quick signature here. I don't want to be made into a pedal with my wife, Om," said the Queen in fear.

"My wife won't make you peddle but will make you samsak his fists. It just so happens that he's a boxing athlete."

"Om, I don't want to get battered. Quickly bunches hands," said the Queen. But Akhtar was still silent regardless of the Queen's request.

Seeing Akhtar who was just silent without any desire to sign the letter the Queen became furious, pinned Akhtar's arm.

"Awww, sick Queen. Your nails are long like tigers."

"She signed it fast."

"You told me yesterday that you've been in a relationship with Felix for two years."

"Yes, why?"

"For two years it's been how much wound medicine Felix spent. I just knew you how many times you hurt."

"Don't joke, Um. Sign this quickly."

"Why rush. You will not die my wife killed. At least it's just injuries."

"Om, I'm serious. I don't want to say a liar." The queen stood up from her seat.

"I'd better say it. Let the king's men pick you up here." The queen stepped her feet.

Just as he walked a few steps, his wrist was pulled so that he fell on Akhtar's lap. The queen became shocked to realize she was on Akhtar's lap. He stood up quickly.

Akhtar smiled looking at the Queen's reddened face. Either because of shock, fear or what it is.

"Don't joke Om. If Om's wife sees it'll be misunderstood."

"I don't have a wife" Akhtar said. "So you don't have to be afraid. Sit back" Akhtar said again with a serious face.

"What does Om mean? Whose son is Om carrying in that picture?"

"My child! I'm a widower."

Akhtar's words made the Queen widen her eyes. He did not believe what he heard.

"So Om, widower?" the Queen said with a face still shocked.

"What if I'm a widower?"

"It's okay Om so perverted" whispered the Queen.

Hearing the Queen's words, Akhtar's laughter broke out. The queen always said innocently. The honesty in his words made Akhtar like it. Since the breakup with his wife's son, now he feels happy. Since the Queen's acquaintance. The girl carried an aura of happiness.

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