Take Off Yourself

The Bee Sting

Day after day, Pak Ali pondered in his chicken coop.

Inevitably, give up his rooster in slaughter and become a chicken opor.

The cravings must be followed by his will, what else is Hanafi a village chief.

Although Hanafi, giving rooster is very similar to the chicken pak Ali before. But only, Pak Ali was still grieving.

"Ramboos...! Huo....Huu...". Mr. Ali, misses his favorite rooster. Feed in the chicken coop, even if there is no chicken.

Sometimes the wife is unrelenting, nagging. Because the husband, can not let go of the departure of his cock.

"Think, sir. The rooster has become tai, you want the chicken to fly. Because the owner is not sincere, because of his departure". The wife said, mocking her husband.

"Youngpam.....". Mr. Ali, the louder the roar.

Byurrtr....

The wife was furious at the behavior of her husband, forced to water the water towards her husband. Mr. Ali, it's soaked and rubbed his face.

"Astagfirullah, ma. Why water the father? This is a plant". Mr. Ali said, shaking his head.

"Ruqya,rub. It's been almost a week, your behavior is like that. Going to the devil, huh? Satan Rambo,". Snapped the wife, entered the house.

"Astagfirullah, having a wife never thought about my upset feelings". Mumbled Mr. Ali, breathing heavily.

Since Hanafi, has a strange will. Every citizen around, increasingly wary of him. Afraid of fate with Mr. Ali, really worried.

Mr. Jamal, unable to avoid the wishes of his son-in-law. Want to not, just obey.

Yasmin, smile and giggle laugh. Seeing his father tormented, over his favorite son-in-law. You want to run away, you can't.

"Sir, Hanafi wants....". Hanafi, hang up his words.

While Mr. Jamal, has been hearing it. There must be something bad, no matter what else.

"What interest, son? Say it,". Jamal replied, his lips slightly pawed. As a result in the sting of bees, because Hanafi wanted young mangoes. Apparently there's a beehive, directly stinging Jamal's upper lip.

So many sacrifices Jamal sir, did not break the taste of kasian Hanafi.

"Cuman wants to see father, sell the cow". Hanafi replied, smiling sweetly.

"Allahuakbar, what more request is that?". Jamal murmured, rubbing his face violently. "Mr, there's still a lot of money. Why sell all cows, Lebaran is also long".

"Oh, not so". The sound of Hanafi's ketus voice, suddenly made his father-in-law swallow.

"Hehehe.... Mr,cuman. Come on, we sell the cow. But, find the buyer". Jamal sir, give up early in the morning.

Yasmin and her sister-in-law giggled at their conversation.

"Truly well, only Hanafi can conquer the heart of the father. But we, how brave". Rizky said, shaking her head.

"That's right, bang. We always obey the words of my father. Now, father, because of his karma. You know what it feels like,". Yasmin's chuckle, smiling smrik.

Lestari, the crybaby heard the words of these sisters. For some reason, they were both happy to see her father suffer.

"Yes, until my father's lips were bitten by a bee. It's been two days, I didn't go nongrong in the stall. He said ashamed of the effect of swollen lips, so the laughing matter". Rizky said, grinning.

"Even, my own grandson is laughing. When the father, carrying and walking on the terrace doang. But, the father still faithfully obeyed the will of Hanafi. It's amazing, because Hanafi is a burden for you". Yasmin's Keek.

"That's it, Pak Ali to the hunger strike he said. Because of the loss of Rambo, already ludes at eating Hanafi". Finally, stay tuned, follow the gossip.

"Haha....Yes,mbak. His job was just daydreaming, in Rambo's cage. It's hard to lose his favorite rooster, ever since. Residents should be wary of their beloved pet, fear of being the victim of the village chief". Yasmin's naughtiness, she likes to gossip.

Immediately, Jamal and Hanafi left the house. Realizing the will of his son-in-law, to sell cows.

Jamal sir, glancing at his son-in-law. "Son Hanafi, look at you selling cows".

"God...Yes already,sana. Still good at selling cows, not anything else". Ms. Aminah, Bodo is very and does not care about the suffering of her husband.

Long enough Jo, looking for information to buy Jamal sir's cow. When I finished talking, I agreed with the price.

"Sir, I don't want the cow for sale". Hanafi said, with ease. No guilt at all.

"What's?". Say them together, then pat each other on the forehead.

"God....The patient sir,". Said Mr. Kohil, cow buyer.

"How else, sir? his wife was pregnant, but he felt her pregnancy. If you don't want to be followed, crumble". Whisper Jamal sir, dibengguki pak Kohil.

The four of them decided to go home, Jamal was relieved because the cow was not sold.

"What is sold, sir? Where's the money, you want to shop". Just arrived, already requested by the wife.

"Share dong, pak". Pinta Yasmin, follow.

Jamal sir, rubbed his face violently. Sitting on the sofa, staring at their faces alternately. "Not so,".

"Huh? Why, not so!". They were all surprised to hear it.

"Unfortunately, the cow is on sale". Hanafi, cengengesan. Each of them immediately changed facial expressions, initially happy because they got money. The sale of cows, but finally extinct already.

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Yasmin, enveloped her innocent body. The two of them finished the ritual before going to bed.

Hugging each other affectionately, Yasmin felt happiness in her household. "Mas, tomorrow the streets of yuk. Want aja,gitu". Yasmin's great-grandson, she heard a powerful voice.

"Where are you going, baby?". Hanafi asked, kissing his wife's forehead.

"In the village next door there is a night market, mas. I want some snacks, anyway". Yasmin replied, imagining delicious food before her eyes.

"OK, tomorrow afternoon to there.It's been a long time too, not a walk to the next village"

Hanafi, approving of his wife's invitation.

"Thank you, man,". Yasmin said, hugging her husband's body tightly. Smile, expanding on her lips "Mas, your phone is ringing".

"So, I'll pick up the phone first". Hanafi, get out of bed and grab his phone on the table. Frowning, seeing the name of the contact who called him.

"Who,mas?". Ask Yasmin, curious. Because of her husband, never raised the call of someone.

"I don't matter, honey". Hanafi replied, instantly deactivating his phone.

"Aina yeah,mas". Guess Yasmin, approaching her still-standing husband.

"Hmmm... I don't know, what does he want? There's been no news for a long time, no more". Gerrutu Hanafi, lifting his wife's body onto the dressing table.

"Ngapain mas,iiihh..?Ahhh...Mass...!". Des-ah Yasmin, apparently the husband put his.

"Ever time you are completely naked, making mine tense again". whispered Hanafi, while playing her hips.

"Massat... Hhmmmppt....Promises.. Ahhhh.. Beso...Tomorrow...To market,hmmm...Night". Yasmin said, feeling the blasphemy from her husband.

"Yes, honey. Oohh..... Ssshhhh.ttt....". Hanafi, more eager to play his hips and careful. Fear of the baby, why-why.

The two of them kissed each other affectionately, letting the sound of the table rubbing. Rhythm with the sound of the village-han the two of them.