THREE MEN FROM THE VILLAGE

TPDD 261 (Jamal)

A man about forty years old was seen coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and half his body covered in a towel. His body still looks strong and fit. His chest protruded tightly combined with his flat stomach and perfectly printed his torn bread. His face also still looks handsome even though he is no longer young.

He is Gustavo Aldamofe, a man of Italian blood who will soon be a widower. I don't know how many women have fallen into the man's arms. To be sure until this moment, there are still many women who are fascinated by the good looks and charisma of a Gustavo, even though his age is no longer young.

The towel wrapped around his body, he took off and threw it away. The absence of collared and short-sleeved shirts and gray knee-length shorts are also sports shoes to support the appearance. Looks like the man will spend his time off by exercising.

Once ready and looking neat, Gustavo immediately exited the room and went downstairs. When Gustavo's feet were downstairs, Gustavo's ears heard a noise coming from the kitchen. Gustavo was stunned and his eyes narrowed. Out of curiosity, Gustavo stepped his foot toward the voice.

"What are you doing again?" gustavo asked as his eyes caught two women of different ages compactly facing the same stove.

"Eh, Papa. Papa is up? How is it neat? Where are you going?" Instead of answering Gustavo's question, Selin threw various questions until his father snorted violently.

"Papa wants to mean tennis and play golf" replied Gustavo. "What are you doing, honey?"

"This is Mr. Non Selin again asking for teaching cooking," not Selin who replied but Mbok Sum.

"Selin learn to cook?" ask Gustavo between believing and not believing, while Selin just grinned. "Tumben you want to learn to cook, son?"

"It's okay, isn't it, Pa, if Selin can cook. Mbok Sum said, for the most part, the man preferred to be kept by his wife. Therefore, Selin must be able to cook, let be loved by the husband later," replied Selin with sparkling eyes.

"His husband? Are you ready to get married, honey?" ask Gustavo. His sense of herd was still clearly visible from the man's face.

"Ready dong, Pa," replied Selin enthusiastically.

"Is there a candidate?"

"May, dong."

"Which guy wants to be with Papa's kid?"

"Cowok village, Pa, the Jamal."

"Kok Jamal?"

Selin even grimaced while writhing in Gustavo's arm. "Said Jamal, soon he and his family will come to propose to Selin."

"Well!"

Meanwhile in his village, Jamal was with his sister at a dealer. After getting permission from Mom and Dad, now the brothers are choosing a motor matic.

"Which motor do you want, Mal? Holy hooch! From earlier it has not been chosen as well," said Jamal who was sitting with a motorcycle dealer waiter with the brand HENDI. While the waiter just smiled broadly at Akmal with a confused face.

"Bung, Mas. Everything is good," Akmal replied without looking at his brother.

Jamal looks like a head girder. "Yes, I'm the one who chose" said Jamal then he took the leaflet on the table and saw it. Akmal approached and sat down on the chair next to his brother.

"This is it, huh? The body is simple and fuel efficient" Jamal said, pointing to Akmal.

Jamal chuckled and then he faced the servant. "I'll take this one, Mommy."

"Well, do you want cash or credit, Mom?" ask the waiter while ready to record the sale and purchase transaction.

"Cash, Mas. You can pay by transfer, right?"

"Can, Mas. Yes, I have recorded the data first and the other yes?"

Jamal. The buying and selling transaction is going on quickly. After the motorcycle business was completed, Jamal and Akmal went to the next place, the gold shop to buy a ring.

The gold shop Jamal was heading to looked very crowded so Jamal chose to wait for a moment while sitting near the ice sword wagon and enjoying the ice.

The market looks very crowded and the air feels very hot. Relaxedly, Jamal and his sister enjoyed the ice while watching the place around.

"Jammy!" a woman's voice surprised Jamal.

"Eh Mbak Andini," Jamal replied after knowing who owned it.

"You're going home too?" ask Andini, Rizal's brother.

"Yaz, Ma'am" Jamal replied with a smile.

"Are you coming home with Rizal?"

"No, Ma'am. I'm the one who came home first."

"Oh, kirain?" answer Andini. "You're not in trouble anymore, are you, Mal?"

"Well! Maskudya, Ma'am?" jamal asked with a surprised face.

"Yes, you didn't come home because there was a problem, did you? Not like Rizal."

"Rizal, why Rizal, Ma'am?"

"Rizal ruined his employer's household."

"Oh."

Andin's forehead is wrinkled. "Aren't you surprised, Mal? Do you know this?"

"Actually Rizal is not entirely wrong, Ma'am. It's all because the husband of Rizal's employer, likes Rizal, Ma'am."

"Well!"

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