The Enchantment of Madam

Tresno Jalaran Soko Kulino

The Gothic ma'am was already on the bed. Her cute body did not reduce her sexiness in my eyes with her crazy curves made me not bored to look.

Sure you just want to look?

I was getting less and less anxious and chose to get out of the room Mbak Gothic to the balcony just to neutralize the thump in the chest. I am a normal man and I want to feel the heaven of the world, but again my little heart rejects the lust that has actually begun to break and can hardly be controlled.

The breeze of the night that rubbed my face and body tonight made me relax a little by breathing and turning my brain to imagine funny things so that I could focus more.

It's been almost two hours I'm still staring at the balcony and now see the body of the Gothic Mother who had not moved. Finally the body in the blanket began to look writhing.

"Aduuuhhhh ..." complains Mother Gothic while holding her head. His eyes were still closed, but his lips seemed to be constantly complaining of pain.

I walked closer to him.

"Mbak why?" I pretend I don't know.

"My head hurts a lot" he replied with his eyes closed.

"Silver down first."

Mrs Gothic fell silent with the sweetness of what I told her to do and after a while her eyes began to open.

"You're okay with me, right?" The Gothic Mother Question made my pair of eyes round.

Why is he asking like that?

"God! Even glare, quick answer!"

"Em .. I, I––"

Not yet I finished speaking, Mother Gothic has shed tears.

***

It has been three days since Mrs Gothic silenced me as if a stone she refused to greet. Madam Sintia had returned home this morning with a sigh.

"Road, yuk?" take me to Mbak Gothic after all day we were both busy in the office.

"No!"

"Why? Still angry about that night? Sorry, I––" Not yet after my conversation, Mbak Gothic directly stick the index finger on his own lips.

"Ssttt! Enough, don't worry about anything else. You've obviously taken the most precious thing I have so we don't get divorced, have you?" hatchlings.

"Gue can be clear, Ma'am. If––" Again my sentence was paused by him.

"I said enough, yeah, enough! I don't want to hear anything from your lips!"

Mrs Gothic still insisted on not listening to my words until silence now enveloped us both in the living room at seven p.m.

"May I ask you one thing? I promise that if I fail, I'll be gone from my life." I broke the silence with one question.

The Gothic mother who was focusing on the phone screen finally looked at me.

"What's that?" replied the Gothic mother while looking at me.

"Let me take 69 days to let Mbak melt. If I fail, I am ready to leave this house. Or whatever you want from me."

The Gothic ma'am looked at me solemnly. However, not long after his laughter broke the silence in this room.

"How did you get rid of me? While you're not my type."

"Love me any time. I will accept that in sixty-nine days I failed. I'm willing to take it out of this house!" replied meanly.

Maybe I'm not his type, but the Gothic Mother forgot that there was a God who could flip people's hearts. Fayakun kun! When God says; it happens! Then it will happen.

"Well, I'll start with tomorrow!" said Mbak Gothic then passed up the stairs.

Why sixty-nine days? Because for me the number six seems to describe the type of empowerment with the head that is below, while the number nine head is already at the top alias I managed to get the heart of Mbak Gothic.

Sure enough? Not really, anyway!

I remember the seventh day of inhabiting this house and being detached from the narrow hostel as if a bird were flying free from its cage. However, instead of being free I could do nothing even though his status had now changed to that of a husband. Sometimes life is so funny. Free from the boarding house even entered the experimental house.

Yes, to me this house is a testing house. Where I must be strong in faith with the temptation of a wife who should have been free of leprosy, but not with me who must be extra patient to withstand the turmoil that is struggling from day to day.

Whether this is a slack or not. Married only for status, not for love. However, I am convinced by the Javanese saying; 'witing tresno jalaran soko kulino' which has meaning; 'love is present because it is accustomed.'

Yes, I am sure that love will be present in the hearts of the Gothic Sister because we meet often to communicate. It only takes a little effort to convince him that I am a man who deserves to accompany his life even though in the eyes of the Gothic Mbak I am a young man whose responsibility may still be in doubt of his maturity.

**

Early in the morning I was ready to rush to the office with a white shirt that I tattered with a black suit and tie that I was really lazy to wear. All of a sudden I heard the Gothic Mother as she was vomiting beside the room.

"Mr? Why mom?" I knocked on the door of the room, but it still did not open.

I let her go for a while until I finally decided to call her back and hope the door will be opened.

"Mr? Oy! Why mom?" I started to panic when the door was locked when I tried to open the door handle.

Honestly, I'm more afraid of something bad happening to Gothic ma'am. Although I am only a shadow husband, but my responsibility as a husband is so great in front of his father and his mother. Ah, I also do not know the current state of my brother after being successfully persuaded to the hospital from two days ago after I visited him.

I ran and entered the room to enter through the balcony of the room that he usually opens in the morning like this time. Exactly my guess, it turned out that the balcony door was not locked and I entered without excuse.

"Yes God! Why mom?" I saw the Gothic Sister sitting in front of the sink in her room. His face looks pale.

"Sorry, I carried her to bed, huh?"

Without waiting for approval I carried her tiny body towards the bed and laid it down slowly.

"We're going to the hospital, huh?" ask me, but the Gothic Sister shakes her head.

"I'm just nauseous, Le."

"Yes but my face is pale. I'm worried!"

"No. I just want to sleep, it looks like I catch a cold" said Mrs Gothic as she pulled the blanket slightly over her face.

"Yes, take a break, huh. I'll take the rice first let the mama eat here."

I got up from the edge of the bed, and walked to open the door of the room that was locked from the inside.

Walk down the stairs to the kitchen. There was Alda who had asked about the Gothic Mbak. I don't know what he asked I just answered as necessary and then returned to the room after bringing rice, clear vegetables, mineral water and warm sweet tea on a medium-sized tray.

"Feed first, Ma'am!"

The body of the Gothic Mother I fix to feel comfortable leaning on the headboard of the bed. However, just a tip of a spoon of rice that entered his mouth, Mbak Gothic look nauseous.

Gothic mother vomited again and I swear I felt sorry for her condition.

"the le? Am I pregnant?" ask the Gothic Ma'am.

I narrowed my eyes as he asked me this.

"Don't you after the wedding you've done that to me?" he said as if he was remembering the events of our first night at the cottage.

"Sorry, I––" Not yet after answering, Miss Gothic interrupted my words.

"Ah ..jeez! I don't remember at all, all I remember was getting drunk and when I woke up, we were both in the same bed with my clothes you had changed. You're evil as me, Lele!" said Mbak Gothic look annoyed while hitting my chest with the rest of his weak power.

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