The Sand Palace II
Darma
He is not free to move, his desire to play with sexy new women is delayed because he has to pretend to keep his attitude in front of the in-laws. The pocket money is thinning, to buy a cigarette just can not. The man asked his parents for money on the grounds of the cost of his son's needs. A total of ten million checks landed, only standing ten minutes in his whimper. The smile of the part of Darma who began to think what plans he would make with the money.
“One million rupiah plus cost of eating more than enough. Don't do much, I don't want the Bilqis to love their parents!” muttered Darma pulled his wind bike over.
One area where the brothel was gathered, he ordered a woman as his lustful indulgence. Darma enjoys a night with a paid woman, she forgets her status and responsibilities.
Inside heavily drunk, right in the early hours the noise of the commotion in front of Hani's house. The mother-in-law who rebukes her daughter-in-law is no longer by word but by action.
The bowl tossed about his forehead, the blood pouring out as if to resuscitate the man from drunkenness. The neighbors came out watching his anger, no one dared to interfere. They only dared to look from a distance.
Hani slams the door, he who is determined to separate his son with Darma in the Yuga barrier which instead takes him inside. Risa was asked to bring a P3k box. Irritated at Darma's attitude, she melengos in the mind hoping to break her head.
“Obatin your own wounds, dare to do yes dare to take responsibility!” said Risa ketus.
The little baby called Lysa was ten days old. Bilqis held her baby home to her parents. With a haughty attitude, Darma was just waiting for him in the car. The crazy man showed arrogance to buy a car to show the whole village under him is a successful Darma seroang.
“Mas Darma, has no brain? Please brother Bilqis ride dong!” risa knocked on the front door of the car.
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Doing work as a housewife. Early in the morning Bilqis began drawing water in the well to wash dishes, clothes and fill the bathtub. The water machine is broken, Darma only cares about himself. She pulled the blanket, covering her ears more tightly at the sound of Lysa's crying.
“Whispering! Bilqis, your son is crying! My sleep is disturbed!” sumpat Darma's.
Calm the baby down in the cradle even if his clothes are wet. She frowned looking at Darma who did not consider her son. Bilqis keeps Lysa away from her father, she prepares warm utensils and blankets. Pink baby mosquito nets cover to prevent mosquito bites. He also put down a small scissors, a piece of Jeringau bengle after finishing chewing with *****.
Things he believed could drive away the subtle creatures, but tonight he felt
it was like a creature was following. Feeling the baby is not safe, Lysa continues the housework while holding her. Although it feels difficult, he still tries to keep his child protected.
Food served at the table in Darma dining without inviting him to sit together. He hurriedly left finished tidying his clothes. Three-tribe sleeve shirt suit, black pants and belt. The smell of her perfume was so stinging, she just said she would be home for longer. This time Darma's attitude is more romantic than usual.
Men who cheat behind their women tend to behave sweeter. Cover up his behavior out there. A more stylish and eye-catching way of dressing, impatient Darma meets a young woman, speeding up his vehicle.
He is reluctant to say hello or ask, the arrogant face of Darma who considers his brother-in-law like a stranger. Work hours are not finished, Darma's chair is empty.
“where did he go?” mummy Tomi.
At a cafe, Darma eats together with a woman who is dressed sexy. Spoiled laughter, seductive sounds until they openly make out in public. Together with the love, Darma took him to a hotel a little distance from the city. The maniac***** was continuing to meet another woman who had been dropping off the woman he had been with all day.
“This new name is alive, the next target is young leaves that are said to be no less beautiful than the Sintia! Hahah!”
Darma pulled over the vehicle, a smiling young woman waved with him. He slightly behaved arrogantly, an attitude that was selling expensively and brushed off the movements of Darma's hands that began to feel his thighs.
“Mas, I want the money first yes. Anyway, you have no intention of making me a wife?”
“Eh you want to be a wife? But yes, I have a wife. Polygamy business mas not yet dare” answer a little laid out.
“Yasuda I wait for the death of my wife. Hihih”
Sanda joked that it was getting crazy, Titin made Darma fascinated and did not want to let go. Every day the man usually changes women, but this time he wants more with Titin. The ringing sound of the phone read the nickname bang Tomi, he was forced to return home for fear of being reported to Bilqis. Realizing a little bit Tomi must have read all her behavior. Counted in the past single many women who he had a date at his boarding houses.
“Eat is still warm, mas want to drink tea?” ask Bilqis.
He wears a slightly thin negligee, as he has no time to shake his hair that has just been bathed in water. That triggers Darma to pull her into the room, baby Lysa placed in the baby basket. She who was a little fussy made Darma angrily yell at the pull of Bilqis pushing her body away from her son.
“You don't be rude yes mas same our son. She's a baby, don't know anything.”
Darma pretends to be indifferent, waiting for Bilqis to calm her son down. Waving desire on the mattress, in the morning Bilqis felt a fever until it was difficult to urinate. She wondered what her husband was doing with the women out there. She did not want to get HIV disease due to her husband's actions that she knew often collected other women.
“Mas, wake. My body hurts all. Take me to doctor.”
“Hah you are rich, a little bit sick. Don't be spoiled!”
Bilqis wrapped her body in a few blankets, she had to remain conscious waiting for her husband to go to work. Hearing the sound of his car leaving the yard, Bilqis prepared to go to the puskesmas for an examination. He paid using the rest of the shopping money he always set aside. The look on the face of the village midwife shriveled at him. “Bu Bilqis, these drugs are mandatory for mothers to consume three times a day. Oh yes ma'am, my advice is that you should take a lot of rest. Mother's day after tomorrow back for check ya.”