THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

Dodit..

Just because he heard the wife was coming by the moon. The face of the husband who had been cheerful immediately turned grim. The taste of food that from the beginning feels good, suddenly becomes bland.

The wife sitting next to him commented smilingly looking at the child-like behavior of her husband. Adorable. The wife's hand was lifted and rubbed her husband's cheek so as not to be upset.

"Why is that pouting?" Risma asked, but Dodit did not immediately answer. The man looked at his wife.

"What is my fate? He said if the moon comes, can't make children?" The husband's innocent question made Risma want to laugh, but she held him back.

"Yes." Yeah." Risma's answer made Dodit lethargic for a moment. Somehow his heart was suddenly upset just because of the matter of coming the moon.

Dodit finished his meal, continued to drink a glass of water, then he went to the mattress on the front floor of the television. While Risma only sighed deeply with lips that remained behind a smile without looking angry in the slightest.

Risma realized, Dodit was just an ordinary young man whose spirit was enjoying what was rightfully his. In the past, at the beginning of marriage, her ex-husband was so attitude. Risma understood what Dodit was feeling.

Risma cleaned the dining table and brought dirty dishes and glasses to the kitchen. After washing it, Risma went to the place where her husband was. Dodit was on his stomach, but the television was on.

"If you don't watch the television, you're dead, Mas." Said Risma and she sat herself near the head of the husband with her legs straight forward.

"That means my struggle all along failed dong, Yang." Dodit complained without looking at the wife's face.

"the struggle? What struggle, Mas?" Risma asked with a frown.

"Yes that. We've practiced making children many times, if you come the moon means my struggle is a failure." Said Dodit and Risma again held back his laughter. His hands randomized Dodit's hair.

"Well, we can try again after my month is over." Risma Reply. Now Dodit moved his head to Risma's lap with the position still as before.

"But it's a pity, Yang. Our seeds are wasted." Again, Dodit's complaint made Risma want to laugh but she held him back.

"Such a machine my husband." Risma. Back he randomized Dodit's hair a moment later he rubbed it.

"The first night was five and a half rounds. Uh, that half didn't count because the spray wasn't in place. The second night four rounds. Keep the third night fitting sleep at my parents' house two rounds, keep fit home from the show Mba Mel how many rounds yes, Yang?" Risma was amazed to hear Dodit's words. I wanted her to feel up, but was afraid to offend her husband.

"I forgot it, Mom. I'm resigned." Reply Risma. Actually he remembers but it is better he pretended to forget.

"How else? Isn't that better?" Ask Risma. Unceasingly her hands rubbed her husband's hair.

Hearing the wife's words, Dodit immediately got up half his body and looked at the wife with a surprised face.

"How better, Yang? How could that be?" Ask Dodit.

"Gini, if we are just married and I keep pregnant, people think that we are indeed perverted when they digrebegan. But if we have children after a month or two of marriage, it can prove us wrong. Yes, even if it's already, but it's better. And our parents are not ashamed anymore. But if next week I don't come next month is okay, then God entrusts us. Take the positive side, Mom?"

After hearing Risma's explanation, Dodit's face changed. He seemed to be digesting the words of his wife. For a moment, his smile fell.

"Yes, too, Yang. How come I didn't think about it?" Tanya Dodit with a sparkling face. He turned his head back into his wife's lap.

"Eatya, it's okay if I come month. right after the month is over, you can play again. And let's just say we're dating time again, Mas. We married without status. Use this opportunity to get to know each other from heart to heart, Mom." Risma.

"All right, all right, I'm following all my wife's words. Kan, my wife is a great man. I trust everything." Dodit said enthusiastically. His heart is no longer broken.

And once the gala was gone, the man's instincts returned to the yoke. His hands began to lift and grabbed the twin objects that perched beautifully on the wife's body.

"Tomorrow we'll be a picnic, right?" Ask Risma to make sure.

"So dong, we're all dating, consider it a date." Dodit's reply sounded excited.

Dodit's hands continued to kneel slowly one by one the twin hills. His nose and lips also repeatedly kissed and sniffed the top of the wife's nest. While Risma just resigned while watching the soap opera.

When Dodit was engrossed in the action, he suddenly remembered something. For a moment he stopped.

"Well, if you come to the moon, what will be the fate of my roowoku grandson?"

"Dam."

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