Married Om Duda
Chapter 1
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A woman is seen hastily plucking the keys from the matic motorcycle she just rode. The short hair was pinched into two halves, with a red blushing ribbon adorning it, seen swaying as the woman ran.
"Che, Che .. book hunt!" he shouted while knocking on the door.
"Mpok Nur, what's the matter here? Don't tell me you want to hitchhike?" A long haired woman had just opened the door for him.
She is Lizi Azizah, a young girl who just turned 24 years old. Not unemployment, but a lot of events. Morning as a guide, night as a butterfly, uh, wrong, SPG means. Yes SPG, slang by a Sales Promotion Girls.
...Lizies...
"Guwendeng,(crazy) Che!" He shouted as he stepped inside, without excuse, without greetings.
"What the hell? That's so fucking stupid." Lizi looked at Nur with a strange look.
"I'm lo, uncle-uncle (Om) in front of the cost. Heeemm! Hao che (nice) I really don't lie!" he said while rounding his hand in the form of a zero.
"Hao che, hao che, have you ever tasted it?" Lizi flicked her hair, then laid her body on the bed again. Look at the laptop monitor screen that is still on.
"Yo ndak sih .. but the real loh, Che. That's not (it's not) Cassowary, but Lao Ying (Eagle's Bird) is super!" Nur looked at Lizi who was focused on staring at the laptop monitor with a torn pineapple logo.
Unheeded by his brother's friend, Mpok Nur stomped one leg while whining. "Che, how am I fucked?"
Women in two pigtails, who often speak a mixture of Javanese, Indonesian, English, Mandarin, Korean, and sometimes Thai. Yes, just mixed into one, to sometimes make people who hear it feel dizzy.
Nurmala Fahmawati, a freshman majoring in languages. The younger sister of one of Lizi's truant friends while still sitting in High School.
...Nurmala...
"Lo, if it's not Faris' sister, I'm a total dick!" cerca Lizi with an annoyed face.
"Your talk is even adding to the burden of the country know what the hell? Temporarily English, continue to Java, mix again Mandarin. Mumet, do you know mumet?" Lizi closed her laptop while looking at Nur who was still standing with her lower lip advancing.
"But right, Che …."
Lizi let out a long sigh, then stood up from her chair and took out a few pieces of cotton. "Nih," he said thrusting cotton to Nur. "Be clean with that thick lipstick of yours!" Nur immediately took a cotton swab and rubbed his lips.
The story begins. Just when Nur had just entered the gate of Indekos Lizi in the Menteng area. The girl's eyes were immediately fixed on a burly man who was exercising in the front yard. Nur's eyes immediately turned, towards the two thighs with tight black pants protruding in the middle.
"Turkey? Sport?" Lizi seemed to think for a moment. The first thing that came to his head was, the cost was specifically for women. So, how is there a guy?
For a moment he looked, finally finding an answer. "Ohh .. that's the father of kos," he continued briefly.
"Ba-father kos? Che, no more kidding, right?" Nur's eyes glared as if in disbelief, hearing the name 'Father' as if it did not match her.
"Don't believe it already!" Lizi turned away, and went straight into the bathroom that was in the corner of the room.
He pulls a thin curtain, the separation between the shower and the closet. Then, take off all her clothes and turn on the shower.
...Wet, wet, wet, ...
...This lips are wet, when this hair you are fond of. ...
...Shut up, shut up, shut up, I'm quiet, ...
...when you pick this cheek, baby....
...I danced because I was happy, ...
...When I saw Koreyah's movie. ...
...You are Bang Eun Woo ...
...who can flirt. ...
...Made me crazy....
"Wanjir, my voice is so sweet!" That's how she felt in the bathroom.
However, Mpok Nur who was outside, was busy stuffing his ears with cotton lipstick given by Lizi. Listening to the voice of his brother's best friend was like a rombeng can rubbed into the asphalt.
He himself did not understand, why his brother could have a friend like Lizi. Pretty, it's just, she's overconfident. Especially during a vocal test in the bathroom.
A few minutes passed, the sound of a rombeng can from inside the bathroom had stopped. Now, Nur's ears faintly heard the knock of the door. He hurriedly opened it.
A man in a black shirt, big arms with clearly visible muscles, a dazzling thin beard. Plus, the color of his eyeballs are brownish, thick eyebrows with long eyelashes, very fitting with the taste of Mpok Nur.
"La-Lao Ying!" Shouted Nur heboh like winning the lottery.
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