Sulastri's Struggle.
Chapter 62
30 Minutes was long for Mr. Burhan, and in the end the driver stopped the vehicle because it had reached the spacious house left by his late father.
Burhan immediately entered the room, passing two art people who were cleaning up in the afternoon. Mr. Burhan went into the room this time he wanted to be alone.
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The night is getting late the stars are scattered in the clear sky. In a room that was only in the dim lights, two couples were performing husband and wife worship.
"Mas.." whispered Tri in Arman's ear, they were up to ********* in union until repeatedly.
"Thank you dear." said Arman.
There was no response from Pastri. He bit his lower lip, crying happily, all this time can maintain purity and give it to loved ones.
While Arman had slumped aside to hug his wife's body. If Arman sleeps in his sleep, different from Lastri. He got rid of Arman's hand slowly, then went to the bathroom, flushed his body when it was early morning.
For 15 minutes, Tri played water, then came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. After drying his hair, and wearing pajamas, Lastri was only able to sleep.
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The morning after dawn, Lastri went to the kitchen intending to cook for breakfast. This morning he had to teach because he had been given permission for several days.
Arman opened his eyes, fumbling at the bed next door, but his wife went nowhere.
Arman stared at the alarm clock turned out to be five o'clock. It is only natural that his wife is no more.
Arman immediately woke up pulling the messy sheets. Her net caught blood spots on the smiling bed sheets expanding. He then rolled up the sheets worried Inem saw it. Before finally going to the bathroom.
While Lastri is in the kitchen, does not make a difficult breakfast. Simply create an STMJ for Arman. Restore her husband's depleted stamina, because last night up to five rounds. While breakfast for Tri itself is enough to make cereal.
No no no no.
Arman came down the stairs already wearing a full shirt, material pants. Tri quickly turned to the voice and pulled the dining table chair for her husband.
"Here, do I make a healthy drink for Mas, or do you want to eat bread too? I made it, "Tri put a drink in front of his handsome husband.
"No, this is enough" replied Arman sipping his wife's drink. "Waah... What drink is this Tri? Tasty, fresh? there's a warm, sweet taste, the photo's thumbs up" Arman said.
"This is my secret drink recipe. If I tell you, surely later Mas stole this recipe to add drinks in the Cafe," jelloroh Tri, even though drinks like this have been hereditary since ancient ancestors.
"Smart wife," Arman kissed Tri's cheek from the side.
"We leave Mas, later afraid it will be jammed," said Tri finished breakfast, returned to the room to pick up the bag and then left.
"Mas, the material for me to teach today, is still at home, so how is this?" Tri was still silent at the front door, while waiting for Arman.
"We'll take it first, that's it, really," Arman replied lightly while wearing shoes. It's still six at the moment.
"Mang Jajang..we stopped by Tri's house, yes, yes," Arman pulled Tri's fingers. Then get in the car.
"Good Den" replied Mang Jajang.
"Mas, I'm groggy, I want to meet friends,"
"Why?" Arman.
Tri just shook his head. He thought at school he would be seduced by friends. He is currently traveling with Arman.
Cring.. cring... kriying..."
Arman's cell phone rang, Arman immediately picked him up for a short talk. Tri noticed Arman's face after receiving her husband's phone call suddenly silent as if something was thought.
"Why Mas?" ask Tri then.
"Father is sick Tri, when yesterday the time to go home, I called okay," Arman became suspicious.
"Oh Allah...Sincere times Mas, keep Mas's plan, what?" ask Tri.
"If you're done teaching later, we go home to see Dad, you're tired aren't you?" Arman asked carefully.
They arrived at Tri's house, the state of the house was very quiet, it was common, because his sisters had gone to college, and school.
"Tri, are you home, son?" ms. Santi was surprised, because her daughter suddenly nongol in the kitchen.
"Yes ma'am, I said my regards, but I didn't hear" she replied as she passed into the room.
"Oh the water machine sounds like it, so I don't hear."Santi put the bottle.
"You came by yourself, son?" ms. Santi chased into the room.
"Sama Mas Arman, sorry Mom, can't talk for long, hurry up because, just grab a book," Tri showed the book already in hand.
"Yes son, be careful," Santi's mom chased Tri's step out.
"Oh yes Ma'am, it's noon, I'm willing to visit Dad," Tri stopped his steps.
"Going home? Didn't you just meet yesterday?" ms. Santi astonishment.
"Mommy's sick,"
"Oh, O Allah. may heals quickly," concluded Santi. Santi drove his daughter to the fence. In the car Arman lowered the glass. "Sorry Mom, I'm not down, hurry up, you know,"
"It's okay, son"
Tri got back in the car and left.
Santi looked at Arman's car away from "Oh Allah, may their household last until death separates," Santi scooped his face.
Flashback.
5 years ago, when Tri with Arman was getting married and finally failed.
"Remember Santi! Until whenever Sulistyanengseh, will never bless your child, to enter the Burhanudin family life!" cynically.
"It's been Ms. Yu, forget the mass, we are both old, there is nothing happier for us, than to see our children happy," said Santi softly.
"Yes, Arman would be happy, but not with a usurper's daughter, like you!" answer Sulis congak.
Flashback.
Santi breathed a heavy sigh. He can only hope that his daughter will be happy, if asked to agree or not, his daughter married the son of Sulis who always mendzolimi his family, if not for thinking about her child's feelings, Santi would have chosen someone else. But Santi is not a vengeful person, and thinks shallowly. Maybe with the union of Arman with Lastri will improve the friendship with his besan.
"So it's like hearing Tri Bu?" asked Mr. Suryo it turns out he was bathing.
"Yes, sir, just take a book, want to learn, she said," replied Santi while carrying a bottle filled with water for her husband's supply of sales.
"This is the water sir, the sale does not need to ngoyo, do not need to go far, although it is not finished, if it is noon, continue to go home," Santi's message as Tri's message, said, every time Mr. Suryo wants to sell.
"Yes Ma'am," Suryo, assisted by Santi, tidied chips in the cart to attract consumers on the streets later.
"Sir, said Tri, besan sick, but yesterday came home from here to be fresh fit," Santi felt strange.
"The name is also the disease Mom, sometimes comes suddenly, Mr. Burhan in the wind, you also often do," Suryo said casually.
"Yes too".
"Sir, kira... Sulis later, long time to accept Lastri, huh?" Santi looked troubled. "Keep, I'm worried sir, if it's up to the children, and also Mr. Burhan knows, our problems, and Sulis in the past," added Santi.
"Not knowing, Mom, don't think about it, we're not wrong anyway, ma'am, I'm leaving" Mr. Suryo pushed the cart out of the fence.
"Be careful sir,"
"Yes Ma'am,"
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