The Love of the Duda

TCSD 116 : Application Held

Mara, who was under the shower, looks to massage her head with a soft massage. Trying to relax the nerves in the head so as not to be too tense. The fragrant strawberry-flavored shampoo, feels so soothing. The flow of cold water that soaked his body was as if making his body refreshed.

After being finished off by her husband in a tussle last night, this morning the woman was seen indulging herself in the bathroom. Mara looks so comfortable being in there, certainly not with the husband.

Mara can only crackle if she remembers the game she did with her husband. Her husband was really horse-powered which seemed to never feel tired. Without mercy, he finished him off until five o'clock four in the morning. Sometimes Mara had a chance to think, what her husband's body made of that as if never tired.

On the sidelines of his glaring mind, suddenly. "Eh?"

Poking her head from behind the bathroom door, Mara screamed a little for her husband. "Mas Gods!"

The god, who was enjoying a cup of chamomile tea on the balcony of the room he occupied, seemed to frown slightly when the loud voice of the wife began to seep into his sense of hearing.

"Yes, honey?"

Still while sitting sweetly and sipping the puff of tea smoke that has many functions to maintain the health of the body, the God knows the call of the wife.

"Come here for a minute."

The god moved from his sitting position. He put the chamomile tea cup on the table and then stepped his foot to approach the wife who he believed was still in the bathroom.

"What's up, honey? Do you want some more?" The god asked with a mischievous grin while raising down next to his eyebrows.

Mara's lips are throbbing. "Cashhh... That's not it!"

"Vaaaaahhh... Why is this wife so shy? If you ever want it again, let's have sex in the bathroom baby!" while pinching the wife's tiny nose, God endlessly seduces his wife.

"Ckkccckk... That's not it." Mara breathed a little. It seems that talking to men who love this hobby is very draining of patience. "Please buy Mas pads!"

The forehead of the God shrivels. "Slayers? To wrap what, dear? What did you experience in the bathroom? Are you hurt until you bleed?"

Seeing the expression of the husband's face that changed pias only made Mara giggle amused. "No, Mom, I'm fine. It's just a regular monthly cycle. So there's nothing you need to worry about."

The two eyebrows of the God were increasingly linked. Her brain was like a hard time digesting the word Mara. "What cycle is it, honey? I really don't understand!"

"Hmmmmm... I'll explain later. Now mas Dewa to the minimarket that is across the road. Buy me a sanitary pad. If you don't know, just ask the salesman. I'm cold, Mom."

Being in the bathroom too long, made Mara's body shiver a little. Plus the husband who asked a lot, as if making the woman even more anxious.

"All right, sweetheart. Waita minute. I'll buy it for you."

"Thank you!"

The god turned the body intends to immediately to the minimarket which is located across the road. But only a moment later, the man came back to his wife. "Some one forgot, baby!"

"forget? Forgot what Mas? You just have to bring money," Mara explained with a sense of wonder.

"Kiss it used to be dong!"

Mara could only shake her head. But in the end, a kiss she gave also on the cheeks and lips of her husband. "I've kissed. Go to minimarket Mas. I'm cold."

"Okay, darling."

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"Son, who exactly was the man who helped us last night?"

She shifted the cup of warm tea she made towards Ambar who was sitting in front. "Drink this warm tea, ma'am. To keep mom's body warm."

Ambar could only smile sweetly because his daughter was so considerate of him. "Thank you, son!"

The pleasure of processed tea leaves combined with warm water and sugar, began to wet the throat. There was nothing that the middle-aged woman felt other than a sense of calm and warmth. Ambar put the tea cup back on after a few sips he enjoyed.

"So, who's that guy, son? All this time I've always known and known, anyone who became your friend. But last night's man seemed very foreign to mother."

A big question mark appeared in Ambar's brain about who exactly the man who helped him last night and helped the child from the eternal Prasetyo. Not only did he help her from her husband's immortality, he also helped her by taking her and the child for a while to live in this house. A modern minimalist house that feels so comfortable occupied.

"His name is Krishna, ma'am. In the evening, he helped Sekar twice" said the girl, remembering what Krishna had done for her.

"Have you known me for a long time?" Ambar is still curious about the relationship of the boy with the boy last night.

Shaking his head. "No, Ma. We only knew each other last night. It also began when Lord Krishna testified to something that was not my fault."

Ambar tried to digest the words of the child. However, whoever the man was, he believed that Krishna was a good man. "I'm sorry, son!"

My forehead is slightly shriveled. "What's Mom for?"

"Because Mom's decision to remarry just makes you suffer like this." Ambar's chest feels tight. If you remember what Prasetyo has done, it seems to lead him more and more into a sense of guilt that has no edges. Without feeling it, that drop of clear water, fell from the clear well belonging to the middle-aged woman.

He approached the mother. The girl hugged Ambar's body tightly. "Mom doesn't have to turn on yourself. Because this has all become the path of our life destiny. After seeing how the man behaves, I understand what you have to do, don't you?"

Ambar nodded. In the past, his decision to remarry he took to find someone who he can make as a backup heart that he can make life friends to share with each other. However, in reality it was only this kind of suffering that he received. "Mother will separate from Prastyo."

Just breathing deeply. Relieved, hearing the mother would make such a decision. "That's much better, Mom. I don't need to worry, Sekar can definitely support me."

The mother and son's conversation was interrupted when the bell rang. Spring, Sekar set foot towards the front room to open the door.

"Mr Krishna!"

Krishna gave her a little smile. Last night, the old virgin couldn't sleep well. He was still thinking about this vegetable soup carrier girl. And making it at six in the morning like this has come to see the girl.

"How did you sleep last night, Sekar? Wakeless? Is this house comfortable?"

Just smiling knots. "Yourself, Sir. This house is also very comfortable. Thank you so much for your kindness, Lord Krishna."

"Then, what do you do in the morning like this?"

"Aaaahhh.. I was enjoying a warm cup of tea. Let's go in Master, I'll make you some warm tea, too."

The look on Krishna's face was radiant. "Waaahhhh seems like a lot of fun to enjoy your warm tea." Krisna stared fixed netra Sekar who looked so clear. Replied with Netra Sekar who also stared fixed bead eyes Krisna, until now the views of the two meet each other. "Are you married and can you always enjoy your tea?"

Sekar. His lips were wide open. "M-married? Mean Sir?"

"I intend to make you my wife, Sekar. Are you ready?"

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