Sincerity Jelita's Heart

Chapters 1. My Life in the Morning

I am Haris, I am twenty-five years old, male, unmarried and have no single partner. I was born single from birth until now, but I am happy like the lyrics of a song that is quite famous 'I single i am Verry happy'. Maybe because my mediocre looks and my trivial work make me an immortal singles. Girls now want to be well-established and handsome even though slengean.

I took one cigarette lying on the table, and then I lit the tip again. White smoke began to billow out of my mouth. It's finished the third one this morning, while enjoying the morning atmosphere in front of my house. Accompanied by a cup of coffee and a fried banana that my mother prepared.

This is my morning activity, when I go to work during the day. I work as a security guard at one of the factories in my town. Sometimes I keep watch morning, evening or night, alternating with some of my friends.

I saw someone just walk out the door of his house. This is what I've been waiting for since. The morning view that always makes me addicted.

He is Aunt Jelita new occupant in this complex, exactly her house is in front of my house. Her age was clearly far above mine, but her beauty and body did not make her look old at all but quite the opposite. She was a one-child widow, her son was only five months old. It is very sad that such a beautiful woman has to become, she said her husband was caught cheating with his own employees.

Really stupid no, less what try Aunt Jelita. It's beautiful, bohay and a lot more money. If only I could have a wife like that, I would be very comfortable at home. Look, just woke up the appearance is still disheveled just so beautiful, let alone the body that is good that always becomes delusional sometimes.

I smiled sweetly as Aunt Jelita smiled at me for a while, then went back to watering the plants. Coincidentally it is entering the dry season so every morning Aunt Jelita will come out to water her plants.

Two mothers walk down the street in front of my house, pretending to play with my gadget. Do not want to be caught staring at the widow flowers in front of the house, maybe the mothers of the pastor will gossip about me.

"Bak Lita diligently early in the morning already nyiramin plant." I heard one of the mothers talking to Aunt Jelita.

"Ohh yes this is Mom, baby if it is not watered later withered." Ohh hear a voice so soft, lathering in my ear. My mind went everywhere just by hearing his voice. I tried to calm down while continuing to play my phone with the origin.

"Therefore, the plant if long time will not be watered will wither. No, Miss Irma." The two mothers giggled, I could hear her. Basic julid's mothers, the play is satirical. Aunty Jelita is a widow so you can insinuate her so.

I was furious to see the behavior of the mother-mother duo with her spicy mouth. Looks like their mouths are already like level 30 bon cabe. If I think they are just jealous because their bodies are not as good as Aunt Jelita's body. They must have been afraid that their husband's eyes would see Aunt Jelita. Naturally, the young me and virgin Ting Ting alone can be fascinated with Aunt Keke. Especially those who are old bandits.

Finally the duo july was gone, after being satisfied to insinuate Aunt Jelita. I want to feel like I'm stuffing their mouths with these fried bananas to keep quiet.

I saw Aunt Jelita had finished watering her plants. He also put the hose he had been wearing with a slight bow. He who only wears a negligee above the knee of course his lower half is lifted when bent like that.

Glek, my saliva almost dripped when the beautiful scenery was plastered in front of my eyes. The distance of our house facing only a separate street and a small courtyard made me able to see clearly. Either he's conscious or he doesn't do that.

The slender hips sway left and right, in rhythm with the movement of Aunt Jelita who was tidying the hose.

'Submit again Tan, yes let's duck. Tangibility, a little more.' Unfortunately I only dared to say in my heart. How could I dare to say directly, I might get slapped.

I rubbed my face violently so that my dirty thoughts were gone. But imagine it still exists in my mind.

Siaall... I turned off my cigarette butts that were still burning with annoyance. Because of this incident, something that had been sleeping so wake up. If this has to be done immediately, if my head can not be dizzy all day.

The bathroom is a place that can make me feel at home for a long time. The men know why. I'm the same, but my mother hasn't come home from the vegetable maker. So I can make a sound, I don't have to hold it anymore.

I turned the water faucet to a little disguised voice, just in case mom suddenly came home. I take off all my clothes, then stretch my fingers to warm up before fighting.

"Prophey bro..." I gently swab.

My eyes began to shut, imagining Aunt Jelita. My hands followed with agile moves, beautiful back and forth with a fast tempo.

I fancied indistinctly while imagining Aunt Jelita in front of my eyes. My delusion grew wild and with a spoiled voice that I continued to cast without fear of mother hearing.

Ten minutes passed.

My fingers moved faster, as the great feeling came. DUAARR. A second later, I could feel relieved and comfortable.

"It's a pity that you guys have to be wasted" I said as I stared at those who were splattered on the bathroom floor.

After my bottom business was sorted out, I continued with a self-cleaning event as well as a big shower before mom came home.

Suiittt... I kept humming while glancing in front of the mirror. I combed my hair that was still half wet towards the back, not to forget also I spray perfume all over my body.

"Hmm the fragrance, if Aunt Jelita near me must be klepek." Unfortunately I never had a chance to get close to the widow of that one child. Patience, patience, I will wait until the opportunity comes.

"Data.....!!!" Mother's voice called out to me with a shout, something must have gone wrong if it had. Mom was angry but angry why? I better see first.

I came out of the room and approached the mother who was shaking her waist. "What's wrong, ma'am?"

"Why is the soap in the bathroom running out again?" ask my mom to get upset.

Die me, how do I explain it to mom.

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