Married Hot Duda
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Nuga still looks tired and sleepy at dawn Sunday as the entire Nuga family departs for Nanda's house.
He just got home last night, only slept two hours before he woke up. When Nanda entered, Nuga immediately laid his head on Nanda's thigh.
"Kangen," Nuga said without a sound, but Nanda saw it clearly.
Nanda screeches. "It's old too, it's still rich in ABG" Nanda replied with a small mutter. Then he pulled his thighs hard.
"If Om's here, who's driving?" welcome Nanda fierce. When did it come this way, right?
Nuga got up with the face of the pillow and squeezed. "There's Yan, Yang!"
Nanda boughtak, annoyed called Yang. "Mas Yan doesn't know the way, Om! Buruan, huh! Sana. I'm here with Michelle!"
Nanda continued to push the limpless Nuga helplessly. Making all of Nanda's efforts useless at all.
"Danger if people sleepy driving, Nda." Yan entered, taking a position behind the wheel.
"That!" Nuga lazily fell back on Nanda's lap. "I miss going in there!"
Nanda this time was really upset mixed with embarrassment. Nuga's words just now were clearly heard by Yan. The proof was that the man smiled wryly, just because of his condolences to Nanda alone, Yan did not mock Nuga.
"By rich by the way again, I threw it away at Brantas' time!" Nanda threatened. "Disease!"
"I miss getting into your jacket pocket, Nda! Huh, rich gini!" Nuga slipped his hand into the hodie's pocket in front, then rubbed Nanda's stomach. "It's so comfortable, Nda."
The man was slurring probably. Nanda refused to respond. Whatever, he was reluctant to argue which would only embarrass him.
Michelle who sat in front of him looked. "Don't be shy, Nda! Nuga is so good for your chemistry and bonding. The wedding needs a touch, if it doesn't want to be touched, yes, it's just a touch."
Yan's thumb that was directing the steering wheel towards the highway instantly brandished, Nuga as well.
"Married and befriended it must make a difference. You're being a woman too cold, let alone a guy you're bu-bucin." Michelle immediately asked for correction to Yan about bucin—he was afraid of being wrong. After Yan nodded, Michelle looked at Nanda again.
"I guess love died with you."
Just out of respect for Michelle, Nanda smiled, but as soon as Michelle turned around, Nanda rolled her eyes lazily.
"Wash what? He's a maniac, Ma'am! So rude!" nanda muttered again without a sound. But Nuga knew what Nanda was saying.
Nuga's hand was a fad, testing how far Nanda could stand with his attitude. He swoops behind his shirt and squeezes next to Nanda's chest. Playing ends. The cover of that part that was linked in front made it easy to open it.
Nanda's eyes bought, his hands quickly holding Nuga's hand. Of course Nuga doesn't care. It had been several nights that he did not get rations, because Nanda diligently slept in Hima's room, until he came home last night, there was no initiative Nanda to welcome him.
Hem ... little pinky is her favorite.
Yan and Michelle were not too bothered, instead impressed to let. And basically, Nuga is shameless. The difference of three years, makes Yan and Nuga very close. Both are attentive and understanding. And the mischievous Nuga, there was absolutely no need to worry that Yan would tell his mother's father, or that Nuga would also expose Yan's secret.
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After dzuhur, the group arrived. Padmasari and Utomo's extended family were present. Although initially, Yang Ti refused, but Pras insisted. Everyone should know even if the day has been approved. Everyone should welcome the extended family Puji Ananta.
Looking at Pak Puji, Yang Ti was a little awkward. Praise's appearance was different from what he thought, their car was nice, and a heavily loaded truck, making Yang Ti red in advance.
The entire Pras family was shocked to see the truck that lowered the basic necessities, to chicken and coconut. Usually here, the men deliver offerings in the form of basic vegetables, coconuts, and a pair of village chickens. Praise to remember correctly, he used to be insulted because he was considered unable to fulfill the invitation by Padmasari and Lestari's parents.
Pras welcomes the joy of his best friend. They laughed and hugged tightly. Throwing each other guyonan to create a liquid atmosphere.
Lestari and Hapsari are instantly familiar. The two women were both beautiful, thus making Yang Ti sigh. Praise Ananta does not influence apparently the same insults before.
"Your house is still the same, yes, Pras! Amazingly, the wood is strong even though it has been decades, but still sturdy," commented Pak Puji when entering the house. Yes, there are no decorations that close the ancient impression of this house. Kang Dekor said, good like this, to look classic. But for some reason, Yang Ti felt offended.
Nanda hugged her mother as she returned from the room to put down her clothes. Both are crying haru.
"Sorry you don't know that I'm sick." Nanda sobbed on her mother's shoulder. "You can't take care of me during my illness."
"Udah, to .. ashamed to see your in-laws." Lestari rubbed Nanda's back, letting go of the longing she had long held back. Actually, there's a lot Lestari wants to ask, but it doesn't seem to be well talked about here.
Meanwhile, Yang Ti greeted Praise with his head lowered, and his body lowered. "Sugeng Rawuh .. Welcome to our hut, son."
"Well, I don't have to do this to me! Call me Jliteng, Buk ... rich used to help you and Simbok laborers in Ibuk's garden!" Praise chuckles while kissing Padma sari's hand. "Happy healthy, huh? Pangapunten, sorry .. I haven't been home for a week, just got here today."
The red padmasari is gone. The call Jliteng aka jet black is actually the worst form of insult a Padmasari on caste, physical, and how inappropriate an Puji Ananta associate with his family who is a champion.
"Cure, healthy, son." Yang Ti was forced to answer. Polite and smooth.
Praise Ananta again chuckled. He wrapped his goal with laughter. "Hub iki loh, how is it the same kid? Do not use alus language so, anyway. I still praise the old one, Buk .. who likes to grumble Ibuk and Mr."
"Yo, you can't, son! You are now our guest. Still using the language?!" Yang Ti directly directed his hands for everyone to enter the house. They were directed to sit down at the bale house*.
"Oh, yes .. njih-njih, Buk. Dalem tak mlebet. I too have long wanted to enter this magnificent house of Ibuk." Praise is still laughing, making Yang Ti mingkem bin kicep. He is incapable of word again.
"Oh, yeah, Buk." Praise said in a low voice and leaned over to Yang Ti. "If anything is incomplete, please let me know. I just got back from Australia, so no preparation to bring handover. It was spontaneous I did, because I remember the custom here so. Do not hesitate, Buk ... just tell me, before the day H is done."
Yang Ti was sweating coldly. How is one fuso truck still lacking? Lah, divided by sekampung is also still a lot left over.
Generally, there is vegetable money in exchange for handover. About 3-5 million, according to the ability of the men. If in the form of handover goods, usually only one small tub car. It is also worth no more than 3 million.
But these? How many hundred million? Rich people just want to open a store! Everything is more than it should be.
"Seriously, Buk. Anyway the general here is rich how, I'm fickle." Praise convincing.
Yang Ti smiled wryly in response. Hope Puji gets away from her soon. Geez, his arrogance is sultry.
Everyone who is made gaping so confused to put where all the goods are. Jesus, this is Nanda going to open what business? How lucky is she to be a woman? Hem ....
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(*) Bale house/bale house it is usually only a spacious room and large los without bulkhead. Coincidentally, there used to be an ancient model like this. If gendurian, sometimes RT arisan is used. Even as I recall, almost all the houses in my village had bale houses first. But not many have now. Only the solace from her husband's house is still modeled so. Not bad, sometimes to play ball while testing, hehehe. Or nitip parking motor, hahahaha.
Oh, yes .. There is also an ancient bed of iron, which sounds like if dipake sleep, never spil in what chapter yes, forget. Well, I used to also like to play it😂 sometimes if the night sounds🤣🤣 duh, do not understand the same thing so that the era of 94-97.
kok so nostalgia😂 caught spil age also ini😂