THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

There's One About Grebeg..

The air today looks so bright. The sun is not too hot. A breeze like a wafting breeze stroked the leaves of leafy leaves from tree trees that grew to decorate a city park.

A woman who sat on a park bench, looked dry, pained to see the man next to her with great zeal devouring the spirit of the fruit that tastes sour.

The man whose status is no longer a virgin seems very enthusiastic to devour his spirit in order to fulfill the wishes of the baby who is in the stomach of the woman next to him.

Yep. Juna and Wulan are now sitting in a park after checking themselves with an obstetrician and taking the time to stop by the mini market to buy some special milk for pregnant women.

Gratitude, of course, does not stop saying in their hearts. Especially Wulan. In this pregnancy, she had so much love and attention from her husband. Wulan saw a large plastic bag containing various types of pregnant women's milk so that Wulan would try it and find a suitable one for her. Not to mention the living she received, making her very grateful to have a responsible husband. Although he knew the beginning of his marriage because of coercion, but Wulan's marriage this time was almost without a significant dispute.

"Well, Mas? Don't eat most of the food!" Hardik Wulan's.

"Yes, yes. huu! Onion! It's not for our son too, Yang?" Bela Juna while throwing away the wrap of rujak that lives the roof.

"But if you're sick? How's it? He said I can't be tired" Cibir Wulan pouted a little.

"Yes, honey. Ih it's so gesin." Juna. The driver seemed to be floating a kiss on the cheek of the wife but she kept it off because it was in a public place. So he can only rub the stomach of the wife with a smile on his back.

"I guess he's a man what a woman is, Mas?" Wulan asked with eyes looking at the hand of the husband who rubbed his stomach.

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, it comes from my wife's stomach, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that both are healthy until the moment our child is born." Juna's words really calm Wulan's heart.

"Yes, we go home, but we stopped by to buy rice, huh?" Take Wulan.

"Ready wife,"

While in a different place, Jaka was also in a meatball stall after returning home from the examination. The wife whines for meatballs but in a different place.

The meatball shop that Jaka came to although the place is hidden, but the buyer back and forth did not stop. It feels different from the meatball stalls in the city of Jaka.

"Start later tonight, we'll use the lower room, okay, Yang? I'm not you go up and down stairs, afraid of cape," Usul Jaka while cutting the biggest meatballs into pieces.

"It's up to you, Mom. Keep upstairs in the store is also machined, so it's comfortable to take a break." Pinta Jasmine. She is also doing the same with her husband.

"No, Mas. Maybe if this morning was not nauseous and dizzy, kayakaya I will not know if I am pregnant," said Melati.

"Luckily, we are coded, so we can prepare and take care of our children" Tukas Jaka said.

"Kids? Not surprisingly, soon I will be called mamah," said Melati gratefully as well as Jaka.

When they were busy enjoying meatballs with other visitors, from the front they were surprised by the screams of people who were clustered and sounded full of emotion. And among them was a pair of men and women who were bowed and crouched.

Just contact Jaka and jasmine and other visitors to be astonished, the people gathered in front of the meatball stall and shouted shouting calling Mr. Rt. And it turns out that the owner of this meatball stall is the Rt they mean.

"How about, sir. This has tarnished the good name of our village," said one of the residents of the fire and of course the speech was supported by another voice.

"Quiet down, the important thing is that you do not be rash in taking action. Don't be a vigilante" said Mr. Rt trying to assuage the anger of his citizens.

"Yes sir, let us marry them," proposes one of the residents and supported by other residents.

"No want! I don't want to marry as unemployed as she is!" Said the woman who had lowered her head earlier now dared to look up.

"Eh do you have no shame, invited to do business, invited by the halal nolak,"

"Yes, what a woman, hot in the conversation at the corner of the field just want to,"

"Basasic of itchy chicks, "

Insults and insults were thrown from the mouth of the people to the woman who showed a face full of anger.

Jaka, Melati, and other visitors also rose and approached the front of the meatball stall out of curiosity. Jaka's eyes narrowed as soon as he saw two figures squatting because they were being tried by residents.

"Tejo! Ninis! How come?"

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