Sincerity Jelita's Heart

Chapters 14. Sweet Girl

During breakfast Aunt Jelita continued to focus on paying attention to the muscular part of my body, I was indifferent, pretending not to know and continued to eat my breakfast that was very delicious. I admit Aunt Jelita's cooking can almost match my mother's delicacy. That's why I always loved when he sent food, but usually if someone sends food I rarely want to eat it because I think there is nothing that can match the cuisine of the mother.

Actually, Aunt Jelita wanted to go home but I prevented it, I lied and said I did not like to eat alone. Apparently he wants to accompany me.

"Aunty doesn't eat?" I break the silence. There was only my voice that was chewing food.

"No, aunt had breakfast at home."

Aka mangosteen understand. I continued to scoop up the food in my mouth.

"Why Sasha's deck was not invited to tan, I was very anxious on her puffed cheeks. It's worth it he's very healthy and contains, breast milk is just a lot." I wonder what Aunt Jelita's reaction was when I discussed it.

It turned out that her cheeks were reddened and blushed in embarrassment, so sweet.

"Yes sometimes Sasha gets overwhelmed sucking it up," he said shyly. I became more and more passionate about the mangosteen.

"I'm the only one who's grown up to be overwhelmed, let alone the deck of Sasha who is still a baby. But it tastes good tan, just know me if the taste of ASI as good as that." Until now I still remember how it felt. What else is the thing that produces ASI. "If Sasha's deck is full how does aunty miss the rest?" I was curious, hopefully Aunt Jelita was not offended by my words. I'm just afraid that there are other men who have also felt ASI.

"Mmm the aunt used an ASI squeezer. But the actual pain of using it too often is more palatable in the same direct sucker Sasha but she doesn't stir most."

Wow, it turns out that Aunt Jelita is not shy about telling me her personal things. Because I know he's inside and out.

"Sorry aunt so this story is the same mas Haris," he said.

"Nothing tan, I'm glad aunty wants to open up to me. Is it really painful to use that device?" I ask who does not know what kind of tools that Aunt Jelita means, it is only natural that I am not a man and again have no wife and children.

"Yes, until the end is scuffed because of his strong suction. Aunty would rather ask aunty for help at home. If outside the new house using the tool, yesterday aunt forgot to bring it, auntie thought also we went not that long so aunt terhimaksih very because mas Haris want to help auntie."

"I'm also happy to be able to help aunty, if aunty needs any help can ask me for help," I said with a disguised code. Who knows Aunt Jelita needs my services to drain her body again, I'd gladly want.

"Thank you, Haris is a good man. Lucky to be Haris' wife."

Now it's my turn to blush, even though I always thought to meet Aunt Jelita but she instead considered me like a hero. I'm so ashamed of myself.

"Give may be more precisely tan, who wants to be invited to live hard and want to take care of mother. Girls today want the same rich, have a good motorbike or car. Do not understand the work of the house let alone take care of the elderly. I prefer the mature, mature mind."

Actually I want to say that I like the one like Aunt Jelita but I remember Fitri saying that her aunt prefers rich and established men. I didn't get into the criteria at all.

After breakfast, Aunt Jelita went home. Nothing happened to us, even though I wish there was something like yesterday. I lay down on the sofa while watching tv, still the same as before who only used shorts a bit tight. My habits at home are like this.

My eyes closed, my head a little dizzy thinking about everything. My hopes were dashed when they had not yet begun. What this is called heartbreak, it doesn't feel as painful as when I was rejected by girls when I was in school.

Tok to tok.

"Bu Wanti, assalamu'alaikum ma'am Wanti."

My eyes opened when someone knocked on my door. It feels so lazy to wake up.

"Assalammu'alaikum ma'am Wanti."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, for a moment," answered me who was still very sleepy. Lazily I walked over to see who was coming.

Klek, my eyes blinked a few times when I saw the beautiful girl at the door.

"Sorry, is Mum coming?" he asked me who was still fixated on seeing her beauty, not usually I am interested in a girl.

"Mom went to Slamet's mom's house, what's the need for my mom?" I asked back.

"Could you please send a message to Ms. Wanti. My mom wants to help Miss Wanti cook at home, there's a family gathering at home."

The girl is not only beautiful but also very sweet when smiling, although still can not beat Aunt Jelita.

"I'll tell my mom later, but at her house who would know?" Because I didn't know that around my house there was such a beautiful girl.

"That's a house with a shop. Mr. Darmin's house" he replied. It's only fitting that I rarely see his children Mr. Darmin is an average goiter in the boarding school. Must be the one in front of me this is one of his slain children.

"So this sister is Darmin's daughter?" my many.

"Yes mas. Excuse me, thank you in advance."

"Yes are the same." I still looked at the girl until she disappeared, I still remember her eyes were very clear and had a charm of their own. She wears a veil but remains beautiful despite not showing her crown.

The wind just blew towards me and I felt my body shiver a little because of it, I lowered my head and just realized I wasn't wearing a top. The girl always turned her face away.

I closed the door again, sat back on the sofa and remembered Aunt Jelita. I could forget it for a moment, but now I remember my pain and my despair.