Drunk Duda (Ceria Skalane Time)
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"Movement on top of that, said bang Daeng anyway mainin abdominal muscles. What if we cough? That's an example, is the cake going to jebrol that's below it? It was an amazing sensation, said Bang Daeng. But do not accidentally cough continues, just our stomach muscles are like we cough tuh. Abis cake cough, continue to hold as if keblet peed. Locked it well, you know?" Mbak Canda practiced with his palm grasped and released back.
"It's hard, Ma'am?" The time from coughing moves to pee resistance? In my mind it must be hard to do.
"It's not hard to know how, Dek. You shut up, he must be too cornered for gerakin." Kanda nodded and turned to the other room.
Maybe she was afraid her husband would hear. Because she pulled the name of her ex-husband, not the name of her husband.
"How long do we stay on it?" I just imagined it, surely I got another talk from Gavin.
"Looking forward, the back part is swung. If your back part is big, it must be wavy itself. While you play her abdominal muscles, adjust her breathing as well. If so, just take that breath and we take that breath and exhale. Kek kegel is similar, but do not let the cake once again kegel gymnastics." He explained slowly.
"Why is it slow? I'm a little bud, Ma'am." I brought my ears closer.
"It's not funny to get caught with Givan. He will know the secret of dong women, fear that the knowledge is told to the women of his reserves to satisfy him."
How funny is Canda's mind? There was-there was this brother of mine.
"OK-okay, I'll try." I held up my thumb.
"Vary the movement, don't face him. Turn him around, let him go crazy just watching our rear park move."
Uh, but I imagine it's a shame.
"Then, Ma'am." Showing off period back part to husband.
"Well, how embarrassed? Mbak is not shy despite the many strecthmarks there. Ma'am if pregnant her body stretched properly, so from the navel, to the back of the knee is a lot of strecthmark, although the treatment still will not disappear, can only disguise. Ma'am is not shy, said mas Givan was sexy. Sometimes there's pimples in there." He laughed off.
There is a lot of truth that he said.
"Otherwise, if you get a pad?" I'm often like this.
"Heem, but my husband knows. The person he is on his own sometimes so really."
The problem is, my husband is not common. His mouth was spicy, his protest was strong and sharp.
"There's no cure, ma'am?" Perhaps you can fix this sometimes buluk.
"Any treatment, never use drugs or ointments that do not understand the contents. Afraid of the rubbing."
Fortunately, my sister. So I'm not ashamed to talk about this.
"Start, Ma'am." I felt a tremor in my pocket.
"Gavin nyari?" ask when I see a cell phone.
"Hallo." I put it directly into my ear.
"Continues wandering? Where the hell are you going? Why is there no front of the eye? Breakfast left, clothes not yet on the bed."
Well, straight to the heart.
"So now wear clothes yet?" tanyaku later.
"Udah! Where is it?"
The bottom of his mouth is like this. Duh, I hope I don't feel like a maid.
"In mbak, Bang," I replied with a glance toward the Canda ma'am.
"Hm, don't go far." Phone is turned off.
Not far? Not telling me to go home, is it? The bottom of his mouth is looking for a commotion.
"Mother." I patted Canda's lap, after I finished calling.
"Yes? What's?" Mbak Canda played his phone, hugging a jar filled with dried macaroni with a balado flavor.
"What are you telling Givan? Breakfast, change of clothes, shall we?" tanyaku later.
"Eummmm…. Breakfast, water first, change clothes if you have time, but it is a habit so always have time. Bed linen must replace each relationship, if not related it up to three days. It used to be a change every day, because he said he smelled eces. Two-day scheduled towels, ironing mandatory clothes. Also, givan mas doyan copy. So, every shower that dirty laundry basket has to be removed from the bathroom. Take a morning shower, for example. Keep taking an afternoon shower, get it out too."
Wooh, it turns out the same.
"Don't you mind? Feel like that maid?" I was just asking, worried that I had such thoughts.
"It's the beginning, but here it's normal. If the important Ma'am is not asked to wash the dishes, the hardest job for the mama tuh. If it's normal, it feels sincere, light, even fun every time he says thank you." Ma'am Canda described his pleasure with a very wide smile.
"Dimarahin wasn't early?" askaku.
"Dimarahin. White water's a big deal, Dek. But if understood further, they still want us to get a reward as well. Here's the translation verse…. Once a husband drinks the water provided by his wife is better than fasting for a year. The food provided by the wife to her husband is better than the wife doing Hajj and Umrah. The wife's junub bath caused by her husband is better for her than sacrificing 1,000 goats as alms to the poor. When the wife is pregnant she is listed as a martyr and solemn to her husband as jihad. Good care for children is to be a fortress of hell, a good and harmonious view of the husband is to be prayer beads or dhikr. He will not break the reward of God to a wife whose day and night please her husband. When a dead man and his husband ridha, he will be put into heaven, the hadith of Tirmidhi. A woman, when she performs a prayer performed on her, fasts during Ramadan, keeps her honor and obeys her husband, has the right to enter heaven from any door she pleases. Cool right?" Mbak Canda brandished his thumb and raised his eyebrows with a proud smile.
"Courage huh? Don't be impulsive, obedient while for good. Our husband can't possibly do us any harm, Dek. Take it easy, there is a reward behind sincerely we do something for our husbands. The beginning was heavy, natural. Yesterday you were a free woman, who had no rules of life. Now, you have to follow the rules of men. But you also have to say that if you need this and that entertainment, you need these and that groceries. The men don't understand, they don't know what we want if we don't talk. Do not let, we are tired and bored with the routine and vent to him. He must be tired and bored with his work, which there he rampaged if we are not clearly angry. This is according to your experience, you need advice yes Mbak can not love, can only love the story and experience Mbak aja." He speaks well by playing mobile.
Thankfully, someone shared the story. If I was just as alone as I was with bang Ken in Brazil back then, surely my household would have been filled with emotion again.
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