Take Off Yourself

Ragu

"Have you eaten, Yasmin?". Ask the mother, after the departure of her husband to go to work. Yasmin, visit her mother's house.

"Yes ma'am, bareng mas Hanafi". Yasmin answered, holding her niece.

"Self cook, or buy?". Ask Aminah, again.

"Sac ma'am, malas buy". Yasmin replied, grinning.

Aminah ma'am, shakes her head. "You don't get too tired, Yasmin. Kasian nak Hanafi, worried about your situation. Just so you know, he's traumatized by that".

"Sir, until you don't see your husband. Crying and looking for your whereabouts. Not caring about his feet hurting and bleeding". Her sister-in-law's.

"Huh? My whole". Yasmin, do not believe the words of her sister-in-law.

"Yes, son. If you don't believe, ask everyone. Including the doctor treating you, all the hospital cctv checks. In a state of concern, do not care about the wound. As long as you are fast, treated by a doctor". Timpal bu Aminah, direct. "The eagles are calling out to you, kissing your whole face. No matter the blood".

Yasmin, was speechless and her face bowed sadly. Clear circles shed on both cheeks, there was a sense of regret first ignoring her husband.

"Already, Yasmin. Thank God, now your household is fine". Lestari, sister-in-law. Gently stroking his back, Yasmin.

"Yes,mbak. I'm just guilty of, Mas Hanafi. Ignoring him, then leaving for the city". Yasmin, wipe away her tears.

"Had mother, said. Son Hanafi, kind and understanding. He won't force himself to meet you, for fear of losing you son. As long as you know, you go to town and see you. But you dare not approach you. Waiting for you to meet. I don't know, what did Dad say? Until Hanafi, desperate to meet you. Thank God you didn't throw him out". Madam Aminah, smile at the sumringah.

"Yes,bu". Yasmin replied, nodding. Only now ma'am, Hanafi's mass is changing. If there is no such incident, the possibility of its nature is still the same. Has Hanafi changed because of his missing son? What not, there's something hidden..

Yasmin, still doubted her husband's sincerity. Fear of lying or her husband's devious scenario.

"Mother, go to the shop first. Want to buy sugar with coffee, your father will be here soon". Madam Aminah, leaving her son and daughter-in-law.

"Sir, how do you live here? Is, comfortable with mom and dad".Ask Yasmin, to her sister-in-law. "Sir, don't lie and don't keep anything secret".

"Honestly, Yasmin. I feel uncomfortable, because your mother is in control of everything. Even want to cook in a prevent, your mother. Your mother, asked me to focus on the child. Thanks a lot, Yasmin. I have a mother-in-law, as good as your mother. Always pay attention to me, not like my mom". Lestari, feel lucky to have good in-laws and attention.

"Alhamdulillah, who knows. Mother, like the mother-in-law of others. Always cruel and insinuating indistinct. Hehehe....". Yasmin's chuckle, smacking her smile. "Back, hmmm....Has Hanafi really changed? I'm afraid Ma'am, if it's just a ruse". Ask Yasmin, with some doubt.

"Yasmin, don't think about anything. What else to doubt sincerity, your husband. I'm sure as hell, if Hanafi really changes". Lestari, clutching her sister-in-law's fingers.

"Yes,mbak. Hopefully, no more lies". That's what you want, Yasmin. It's enough to hurt and lose everything.

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In the afternoon, Yasmin and lestari together Aminah maam. They were busy in the kitchen, cooking together.

Mr. Jamal, always take his granddaughter for a walk. Who is 6 months old.

"Bring the cooking, so at home you don't have to cook anymore". Says Bu Aminah, quizzing fine seasoning.

"Yes,bu. It could be Hanafi, coming here". Yasmin replied, boiling cassava leaves.

While lestari, the middle of squeezing coconut milk head. "Why don't you eat it together? Hanafi, come here. So much so, eat together". Linger, smile.

"Well, right said mbakmu. Mending eat together,". Sahut bu Aminah.

"Whatever it is, I follow the plot". Yasmin replied, It is true that eating with the family is very different atmosphere.

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In the evening, we finished eating together

Yasmin and Hanafi, you go home first.

The two of them went hand in hand, not forgetting that Hanafi was clutching his wife's fingers. "Buy the new one, your bike is old". Hanafi replied, smiling.

"Mas, I love that bike. Because of that bike, a memento. I bought it with my own money, my hard work". Yasmin said, putting on her gemes face. "Pissing...Take it to the workshop yah". Yasmin's great-grandson, made the husband chuckle.

"Yes, bring it. What the hell, that's not for my wife". Hanafi, instantly embracing his wife's waist. "Cappies, the way?".

"Sir, why? In a moment, nyampe". Yasmin replied, Feeling the pain near her husband.

"If you're tired of just saying, dear. Let me carry your body,". Hanafi, poking Yasmin's nose.

"iii.... There's just you, Mas. Don't be ashamed,". Sung Yasmin, poking her lips.

"Condition your lips, baby. Don't get swollen tomorrow, because of me". Hanafi whispers, finds the pinch from Yasmin. "Aaaakkh.... Ssshhhhttt.sick tau, in soft caress. Don't pinch it like this,". Pinta Hanafi, with her soft voice.

"Ck, lebay you're a mas". Yasmin said, sneaking into the house.

Before entering, Yasmin briefly kissed her husband's lips.

"Yasmyiii.....Don't provoke my reaction, honey. Afraid tonight, you can't sleep well". Hanafi, smiling and locking the door.

Yasmin, hide behind the wardrobe. It's definitely her husband, looking for her whereabouts.

Hanafi, looking everywhere.in and out of rooms, even to the kitchen and bathroom. "Hayo, where are you, baby? Look out, if I find you. Hmmmm...". Hanafi said, his eyes going to and fro looking for his wife.

Yasmin, cover her mouth with her hands. Hearing the sound of her husband's footsteps, enter the room. Again Yasmin, unable to resist the giggling of her laughter.

Hanafi's eyes, fixed on the wardrobe. There was a clear shadow, there was a smile engraving on his lips.

"Where are you, baby". call Hanafi, as if he knows nothing.

Yasmin, not daring to look aside.fearing being discovered by, Hanafi.

"Yesy...!". Hanafi, surprise her husband.

"Haaa...! Duh. got caught". Yasmin's nagging, pulled her husband into an embrace.

"Wherever you go, you will find. So don't go, baby". Hanafi whispers, with his hoarse voice.

Yasmin, feeling the breath of her husband. While tracing his ears and neck. He raised his head, so that the husband could kiss his entire neck.

"Uughh....". Yasmine, as Hanafi squeezes two of his melons.

Hanafi, immediately aggressively kissed his wife's lips. His hands had already taken off his shirt buttons and removed his wife's clothes as well.

Two melons belonging to Yasmin, still wrapped in a bra. Deftly Hanafi, remove the hook and throw it in any direction.

Glekk...

A beautiful view, not in vain. Hanafi, like a tiny baby. Very greedy breastfeeding, and alternating right, left.

"Aaaahhh....Hmmmmpptts

.. Sshhhtt....". Yasmin's description, ************Head of her husband. Something spread all over her body, as her husband played ****** redness using Hanafi's tongue.

"Masshss....". Lirih Yasmin, her body has gone limp. Unable to support his body anymore, Hanafi swiftly brought his wife on the bed.

"Mende-sah, dear. I like your sweet voice, that's". Hanafi whispered, before grabbing his wife's ripe lips.