The Brondong Tajir
Chapter 47 Tragedy of the Sevia Cots
In the afternoon, close neighbors and relatives of Sevia many who visited the house of Grandma Salamah. They just ask the news of Sevia who has not returned home for a long time. At once I was curious about the handsome guy who brought a sports car to his village. Many praised Sevia for thinking she could successfully marry a wealthy man from the city. There are also those who feel jealous because it is not she who gets a handsome and handsome husband like her husband Sevia. They are more beautiful than Sevia.
"Via for dong's recipe, can you get a dirty husband like him?" tanya Lusi one of Sevia's friends in the village.
"I don't have any recipes, it's fate." Sevia simply smiled in response to her friend's question.
While Dave who was bored with the gaze and speech of his neighbor and wife friend, chose to enter the room measuring 3x3 meters. The place where Sevia spent her break time there. Dave directly contacted Farish who held the housing development owned by Putra Group in the western Java region. He asked for the contact number of the contractor in the area of three Cirebon regions. After getting it, Dave immediately contacted him to talk about the construction of his Grandmother's house Sevia.
On the eve of the magrib, all the neighbors and friends of Sevia who visited also say goodbye after Sevia distributed the souvenirs he brought. Stay now Sevia and her grandmother who was sitting in front of the television after they finished praying.
"Sir, do you also always ask for monthly money that I always send to Grandma?" ask Sevia.
Grandma Salamah only sighed deeply, however Rudi her son who she gave birth to while the girl in front of her grandson. Where maybe he wants the boy and the father to not get along just because of money.
"Via, are you sincerely giving money to Grandma every month?" ask Grandma Salamah.
"Of course Via sincerely, Grandma! Why is Grandma talking like that?" ask Sevia wonder.
"Via, you're Grandma's granddaughter and your father's Grandma's son. Grandma hoped, you don't hate your father because he always asks for the money you send. Grandma sincerely divided the money sent from you to Grandma's son because he does not have a steady income. Grandma heard, after your father married again, he rarely played in dimly lit stalls. He bet less. Does he still like looking for you in town to ask for money?" There was a drop of tears coming out from the corner of Grandma Salamah's eyes.
His heart ached with what his son did. Even though from childhood, he had educated Rudi well and kept him away from things that smelled of betting. However, it turned out that his son's association brought him further and further with God. Although he had often advised Rudi, but his guidance had not yet reached his son's heart.
"Actually, Via is not angry that Grandma divided the money with you. Via is only upset if what you do hurts Grandma or makes Grandma lack of money. Via wants to make Grandma happy and does not want to see Grandma who is exhausted from all day selling around" said Via sadu.
"It's okay, Via! As long as humans can breathe, so long as humans must be willing to try. Grandma likes to sell," said Grandma Salamah.
"Grandmother is right, but now Grandma is not as young as before when Via still likes to sell. Surely now Grandma's energy has also reduced." Sevia lowered her head, a shadow of a time when she was living hard together with her grandmother dancing in her mind.
"It's okay, Via. Thank you for being such a good boy, may happiness always be with you. Grandma was sleepy, wanted to go to the room first," said Grandma Salamah.
After Grandma Salamah entered her room, Sevia entered her room. Dave was playing with his body wrapped in a blanket. It seemed, the bule felt cold with the mountain air piercing the skin.
"Via, is there a thicker blanket?" ask Dave.
"Nothing, Dave! You cold?" ask Sevia.
"No! I just wanted to be pampered, hugged by you." A naughty grin from Dave's lips.
"Shame on Grandma!" reject Sevia.
"It's still afternoon, Dave. Isya prayers have not." Sevia gave an excuse.
"Yes already, finished praying our isya directly combat. It's cold in here, Via." Dave rubbed his hands against his shirt.
As agreed upon by a couple, after Sevia carried out her duties, they did not wait long to join one another with the spark of desire that rose in the chest. Until they heard an unusual sound, stopping for a moment the activities of two human children who were drunk with love.
"Dave, don't be so tight! Listen to her voice" tell Sevia in the middle of her to enjoy what her husband is doing.
Kriet
The sound of the cots creaking due to the terrible shake that Dave was doing. However, the handsome bule seemed to not care about what he heard. Until finally, when Dave accelerated the rhythm of his pumping, things they did not expect before also happened.
Gudubrak!
The wood pan that had been eaten by termites was not strong enough to withstand the pounding of Dave, so it was broken when Dave was excited because it soon reached the top. Dave who had been responsible for spouting his seeds just let their position fall down. Until the sound of knocking on the door made the two to quickly get up and clean up the mess. Sevia was so panicked that she immediately put on her shirt.
"Via, what's wrong? What was that voice that sounded so loud?" asked Grandma Salamah in front of her grandson's door.
"It's okay, Grandma! Via fell" cried Sevia in the door.
When there was no voice of his grandmother anymore, Sevia spoke to Dave. "How is this, Dave? Where do we sleep?" ask Sevia to panic.
"We just go downstairs to the bed. It seems to fit us both to sleep under even though the mattress is only the size of a sofa" Dave suggested.
"Yes, already! The important thing is that we can sleep. I'm cape, Dave." Sevia continued to yawn because it was tired and sleepy.
Dave immediately dropped off one sofa-sized cotton mattress while the other one he lived on a broken bed. Now the couple sleep together below. Dave was happy because he could hold on to Sevia until morning.
It turns out that happiness is simple, I am very happy to be able to sleep like this with Sevia. Although sleeping only on a hard and small mattress, but somehow I do not want moments like this to pass quickly. I want to be with him forever. Every day she could sleep with him and hug his tiny body. Sevia, you really ensnared me with your charms.
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