Rose Scented Woman
Uncle Mother
“Where is Mira? How many days he is not in the apartment, in contact also difficult.” Joko who had been pacing back and forth this morning while talking about Mira no longer cared even though his wife had asked him to go to work immediately.
“You dizzy looking for your bitch Joko?” His words that made Joko perfect rounded his eyes.
“She's my girlfriend is not ****.”
“The boyfriend of the husband of another person's name is ***** Joko, don't be stupid.”
“You rowdy wife Astuti.”
“But you have a descendant from my womb Joko, how can you call that a fake?”
“Already Astuti, I'm dizzy this, don't you add any more.”
“You did not ask me, whereas I know where *****it was.” Astuti said as he walked leaving Joko in the room.
Joko chases after him to answer the question that Astuti lured him to the kitchen. His wife, although not as beautiful as Mira, but his brain cannot be underestimated. He can solve small to large problems, making his in-laws feel at home making him a favorite child even if only a ghost.
“Stute don't play me!”
“Alright, you just need to pick up Riska from school today. I'm so tired of hearing him ask about you, when he arrives home I'll send his location to you.”
“Can you make my son an Astuti tool?”
“That's why I risked my life to let him live.”
“Stat! You don't even feel the birth. Risk is an operation and it doesn't take your breath to make it out.”
“Tetap he was born from my womb.”
“He was not born, but taken.”
“The longer you chatter, the longer ***** it waits for you dear.”
“Civilized!”
Joko no longer debates whether the cesarean section remains evidence of childbirth or not. He immediately drove his car to pick up his only child. The boy had already moved to school because he was old enough to remain a Kindergarten child.
In addition to the changing building, his nature is also increasingly changing, he began to demand a lot from Joko, lately he asked to buy a sister. Joko believes it must be his wife who likes to poke his son with strange things. Joko feels Astuti is not good at taking care of children, although he is aware that he himself never takes care of it, only commenting and blaming.
Joko looks back at her watch, questioning and cursing the watch as she reluctantly moves faster. He already misses Mira, maybe more precisely he is not strong enough to resist his lust that was not channeled during the week.
“Papa, why did papa pick up?”
“You're not happy?”
“The story is even ask back.”
Joko scrunched his forehead, this child is still 7 years old but has spoken like an adult, no other suspect is the wife.
“Say mama you ask papa who picked up?”
“No, Riska never said that.”
“Maybe you forgot nak.”
“Entahlah. Let's go get some ice cream pa.”
Oh, my God, this kid made Joko have to delay the time to see Mira. But Riska never accepted the rejection and Joko also did not want it to happen.
After dropping off his son, Joko immediately slides to the address Astuti has sent, he knows the reason why his savings can not be contacted now, the place he is headed is the reason.
“I want to meet someone.”
“I don't care.”
“Don't rush sir, if it hasn't been 10pm this place is just a regular cafe that provides juice and snacks.”
“I said I don't care!” Right after the crack of the table that Joko did, he was already held by a larger, burly cafe guard who would take him out to avoid the commotion.
“Shake yourself sir, it's still daylight.” Said a security guard to Joko while laughing and quickly leaving her alone.
“Articles!”
Inevitably Joko had to wait until nightfall. It feels free to bring Riska home with almost hit by a rider in a green jacket if the plan is not done here.
Astuti says he saw Mira being taken by two burly men who Astuti must also know who he really is.
“You should just replace your bitch who can serve day and night.” One message from Astuti laughed at Joko, who is currently frustrated.
“That means you.” After the message was sent, Joko immediately went home hoping to devour his legal wife there.
I don't know what makes it so easy to change his mind, Joko who is hungry with Mira at this time even eat Astuti.
Astuti, who knew her words had brought her husband home, immediately prepared herself with the new clothes she had bought for seeing Mira wear them last week.
The spinning world seems not only about economy and luck, human nature is also like a wheel, can change when it knows the time.
Whether because his biological needs or feelings have changed, Astuti is like wanting to have Joko's body.
“Why outside?”
“You're not KB.”
“You did it with your wife Joko, why is it like ABG who wants to have fun but has no capital?”
“I don't want to have any more children.”
“But I want Joko,” while stroking Joko's chest that has been sweating quite a lot due to their impromptu activities.
“Riska also wants to have a sister,” he said who continues to try to seduce Joko by playing his fingers on top ***** dainty Joko.
“I'll only do it if you're Mira.”
“Can you name your bitch in front of me Joko, when we're naked again.”
“Later we will make if your breasts are round like Mira.”'s
“I don't want to be equated with *****it.”
“But you bought the same pajamas as he wore.”
“I just want you to hug me Joko.”
“You can hire other Astuti men, just use my money if your savings are less.”
Joko picks up her scattered clothes, goes into the bathroom and prepares to meet her longed-for lover.
Ask your wife to use her money to have fun with other men? Very kind husband. Husbands like Joko will be more coveted than husbands who come to ask permission to remarry.
For the Jockey there is nothing more important than his status with Astuti, he only wants to save his throne and treasure with his status, not feelings let alone descendants.
Unlike Joko who just finished making love, Mira feels her life is very scary at this time. The woman he never wanted to meet forced him to go into a hellish cage that would rot his body. Women who are never full and always greedy with what is owned by other women, women with bright green hair called themselves as Mak Cik Pok. A name as strange and disgusting as his behavior.
Her real name was Siti Pokemah, people called her Mak Cik, until a waiter called her name very loudly, and since then she mentioned that she is the queen of***** that will be ******* all the mouths of men are many promises but never kept. After Joko who often denied the promise with her thick lips that have been operated nine times.
