The Love of the Duda

TCSD 117: Angel and Angel

"Sorry sir, can I help you?"

The soft voice of one of the salesmen in the minimarket which was not far from the hotel, successfully made the body of God a little aghast. The god who was standing glued while staring fixed shelves containing foreign objects in front of his eyes was a little confused. Because he did not understand at all what kind of bandages are needed by the wife.

"Bak, I'm looking for a sanitary pad!" The gods said with a plain face.

The salesman unintentionally chuckled a little, but he hurriedly stopped fearing if it was one of impolite behavior to visitors. Perhaps the salesman wondered inwardly. Why was the man in front of him like someone who was in confusion? Though in front of him already available various types of pads and also his brand.

"Oh... A bandage? What kind of dressings are used usually, sir?"

Flabbergasted gods. Just a few weeks into being Mara's husband, the man really did not understand what kind of sanitary napkin is often used by the wife. The god slightly smiled clumsyly. And scratched the tip of his nose that did not itch. "Indeed, how many types of pads are there?"

"There are two sirs. The regular and the winged."

The gods are getting louder. Hearing the word winged as if to bring his imagination to the form of wings owned by birds. "Wings? What kind of wings are you?"

The salesman chuckled amusedly. "The wing here means the side protector sir. So when the night my wife can move freely, without fear of leaking sideways."

"Means that by noon, you are required to wear a regular Ma'am?"

"It's not like that either, sir. During the day it is also okay to wear winged ones. No one forbids."

The god nodded his head, as if understanding what this salesman said. "Okay Ma'am, I'll take the winged ones."

"What size do you want, sir?"

The mouth of the God was wide open. "Size? What does this have to do with the size of my wife's property and the size of the pads?"

This time the brow of the salesman shriveled. "Wait a minute, what do you mean by size? It seems your thoughts with me are out of sync."

"You mean the size of my wife's chest, right?"

I want the salesman to scratch the wall around him. It was really anxious with this slightly sane man. What does the dressing have to do with the wife's chest? Indeed, who wants to be wrapped in payu*dara his wife?

The salesman breathed a little rough. Make an effort to get rid of all the anxiety presented by men today. "Sir, not the chest of your wife, but usually your wife uses what size?"

The gods are becoming increasingly unable to wiggle. It turns out that the problem of this pad is so complicated. Much more complicated than creating a market strategy to increase the turnover of his factory. However, it did not take long, a sweet smile rose on the lips of the Gods.

"Then I take all the sizes that you have. Remember yes, the winged ones and each size I take one item."

The salesman nodded his head. "What brand do you want, sir?"

"What brands are there, Ma'am?"

Do not want to be too late in the confusion that is increasingly becoming because they do not know what brand pads are liked by the wife, finally... "I took all those brands, Ma'am!"

The salesman was flabbergasted. "What?"

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"God.... Why is this a lot of padding?"

Mara who was still in the bathroom was a little surprised when she saw her husband hand over a large plastic bag containing several brands of pads. Mara had difficulty swallowing her saliva as if something was a barrier in her throat. As for the Gods, the man only put on a relaxed face without feeling burdened at all.

"This is all for you, baby. Because I don't really understand what brand of sanitary napkin is your favorite, then I buy all brands of pads. Hows it? My idea was pretty brilliant, wasn't it?"

Mara was more flabbergasted, the man could still have time to boast of himself. "But this is a lot. I just need two packs. If it's like this, honey your money isn't it?"

God chuckles. "That's okay with me, honey. Even if you want, I'll buy you one, baby!"

Mara chuckles. "Related, would you buy me one factory as well as yours? Ready if every month, more or less for one week you take a break from sex activities?"

The gods are in disbelief. "A holiday? You mean how's darling?"

"Yes holiday does not make love first Mas. You're forbidden to touch me!"

"Should it be like that, dear?"

Mara nodded her head. "Yes that way, Mas. Do you not feel disgusted if you have to tear into my bloody possession?"

"Can't be trimmed? Two days or a maximum of three days is that dear?"

"No Mas. If it is cut, it cannot. But if extended can be Mas!"

"What's? More than seven days? Just like PPKM that is extended continuously." The god squeaked his temple which was still feeling dizzy. "Angel iki angel....!!" (it's hard)

Mara. He hurried back into the bathroom, and began to install the pads bought by the husband.

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