The Secret of the Widow as Beautiful as a Virgin Girl

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"Mas, here's the coffee." I put my new coffee on the table.

"Thank you, Sit." The man smiled at me welcoming the coffee I had placed in front of him, then started sipping it.

Mas Joko has indeed become a regular subscription in my coffee shop, he has never been absent a day to just stop by to sneak my coffee.

"Loe's coffee is top, Ti. Especially while looking at the face of loe ayu, make the bitter taste so sweet." Rayunya. "Try my wife as pretty as you." His word. Nayris made me blush.

"Why is his wife, Mas?" I'm a little spoiled.

"He is yes, the days are always a smell of asem, dress always negligent, kuel. Can't dance. Though the same powder liptsik always buy each to the market. Anyway, not like you, Ti. Beautiful, fragrant again." Added.

"Ah, the hell time, Mas?"

"Yes, don't lie to me."

"Siti is the top. If only I could be like you, Ti. Huhhh! The days I'll do as I please." Saipul came and immediately sat on the long chair beside Joko. "Coffee one, Ti. Don't be too sweet. There is already a sweet Siti, "the sheep.

"Ah, Saipul can do it!" I was getting so excited to hear their words. 'Basan gelalatan' turukku in heart.

"Ah, just disturb you, Pul," joko replied.

"Mas Joko, would you like to add the fry?" bargain him.

"don't, Ti. fried with a lot of cholesterol!" katilah.

"Ah, Mas Joko, use all cholesterol, say if there is no money!" leadekku with a spoiled smile!"

"hahaha, that's right, Ti!" saiful.

"yee, Si Eneng. about money, you're never lacking!" said Joko who immediately pulled out dozens of blue sheets onto the table.

"Well, I just want to guarantee Siti!"

"Ape, Bang? just pinjem?" I don't believe what Mas Joko just said.

Yes, I just want a minjemin! my mind's upset.

"Ehehe, yes, Neng. You see, this is your salary money for a month for the needs of children!"

Yeah, well, it turns out his salary's a month.

hearing his expression, my lips suddenly sagged for two inches. "Yee, kirain for Siti!" my tukas.

"Ehehe, no, Ti!"

"Huuu! kirain has a lot of money. He knows a month's salary for a baby." Saiful.

"What the hell loe, Pul. noisy!" Joko put the money back in her bag while holding back the embarrassment.

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Aki, City. My daily job is to keep the coffee shop located on the roadside in the village, every morning I open the stalls, arrange clean glasses on the table. Put some wet and fried cakes ready to be eaten in one medium container, make money until noon, and close my stall when the heat starts to be right over your head, I never trade until the afternoon. If calculated from income, of course my income per day is not much, but at least that's what people know.

It sometimes makes some mothers in this village surprised by my appearance. How can I always look beautiful charming, like an artist who often treatments to expensive salons. Weird right?

"Cih, it's also her job to peddle yourself when it's night." Some of the gossipy women always sneered at me as I passed in front of them. With a cynical look they looked, but I only returned with a friendly smile. Though in the heart always murmuring. 'Just wait for my revenge.' Such is my curse, every time I get a sneer from them.

But my real job is not that. When it was late afternoon, I always went to an empty house on the edge of the village near the forest. The house that has been inhabited by a reot that may have been a dozen years it became my dwelling place every afternoon. The house where I hid the body I laid before finally removing the head and removing some organs.

I always go out in the evening and wild until night, come to the houses of women who smell, smell the scent of fetal blood, also the smell of dirty blood. To me, the aroma is like a ripe fruit, fresh and delicious.