CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
The Watermelon and Duren Debate

Bagas returned to the apartment when night had crossed the earth Jakarta. This day it was so. Everyone who greeted him ignored him, when he was at the night club he saw all the women change their faces, become glasses and look like Betty Lapea all.

Bagas so upset himself, the intention of wanting to entertain himself instead stuck in the wild imagination. I want to feel like he kissed all the Betty Lapea that was in the club last night. But before that happened, she remembered the real Betty Lapea was in her own apartment.

When he returned home, the atmosphere was dimly lit, God tested Bagas with a drizzle that suddenly descended, making his desire so inflamed. Bagas slammed himself on the sofa of the living room. Then the defense was tested again, when the Betty Lapea passing by was about to go to the kitchen just wearing a mini dress.

"Oh my God, Woi Betty! why do you make clothes like that?" maki Bagas as he approached Dara who was opening the refrigerator door.

Dara just stared at her confused self. He felt innocent because he was not breaking anything. He wears clothes, blue flowers.

"Why is Mas Bagas? what's wrong. Look funny how his clothes are." snorted Dara and then drank water. Damn the water was escaped from Dara's sexy lips, wetting a little neckline. Bagas so swallow saliva.

Bagas wanted to sink his own head into the bathtub at this time. Why is conquering this Dara type of woman so difficult for him? what because he is still a virgin ting ting ting so the "Jeki" lost its charm.

"Funny what? you know I didn't come to you from this afternoon." cried Bagas desperate.

"Don't know, Mas Bagas didn't say it." said Dara casually. Then Dara pulled her hair tie, becoming beautifully unraveled. Like a slow motion scene Bagas is made in the ground.

"Don't you, you want me to die of seizures here?" Seeing the slow motion scene made Bagas more unclear. Dara just looked at the man annoyed.

"That's weird. What's the fuck you doing?" Dara approached trying to put her palm on the forehead of her husband gondrong who was angry again unclear.

"Stop! once you touch me, I make pregnant twins ten lo!" Bagas held back Dara's steps which immediately withdrew his hand.

"Yes, tell your dong why. I am your secretary. You fighting with your boyfriend?" Dara is still trying to calm her husband.

"Also you are not very sensitive. Also talk about Angel."

"So he's still your girlfriend?" seductive Dara, when last night he heard himself the man had decided Angelica.

"Udah broken! Ngapain lo discuss. Discuss the other cake." Bagas.

"But you said his name, when I said girlfriend, not Angel." said Bagas again.

"Gue said it's broken up, Pea!" upset Bagas on Dara who is still insensitive as well.

"Keep why the mess?" dara asked as she sat beside her, making something behind her clothes solidify beautifully.

"Gue wants to eat watermelon." sizzled Bagas involuntarily.

"Oh, you want a watermelon? say dong. I buy it tomorrow."

"Not that watermelon!" Bagas hugged the wall to hear his wife's innocence.

"You're not clear, I'm confused. I want to sleep!" Dara was also upset at last.

"Ra, can't it don't use a pillow bolster everything!" said Bagas while pointing to a bolster pillow that has been lined up lengthwise in the middle of the bed.

"Can't! I have agreed there must be a dividing line." refused Dara quickly.

Wonderful, if this one he's so sensitive. Inner Bagas.

Bagas scratched his head, between annoyance and anxiety. I want it to feel like Bagas is tearing the dress that Dara is wearing right now. But for the sake of Jeki's pride in front of the ting ting virgin, he had to wait for the exact moment that he himself did not know when it would be exactly.

"Mas Bagas ate? if I haven't masakin." bargain Dara.

"Gue doesn't want to eat."

"Oh, yeah." Dara again drowned in his preoccupation with chatting ria.

"Out doang? ask me what I want." Bagas approached Dara and kicked the girl's leg slowly.

"Ih, just interrupt. What the hell? what do you want, anyway? I asked no one really!" Dara got up in annoyance.

"Lagian lo chat who is malem-malem gini?!" tanya Bagas was equally upset.

"Just like, who else. Anyway, I must have just come home drunk again! it smells like alcohol!" Dara pinched the upset sixpack Bagas stomach made the man squeal.

"Don't touch, I told you if you touch me, you can get pregnant with ten twins."

"At touch it's impossible to get pregnant, Mas. Yes, I'm sure you're food, right? like you're a laper so messy like this."

"Why do I get this plain bini outrageous anyway?" muttered Bagas while dropping himself on the bed.

In the kitchen, Dara herself was busy cooking fried chicken flour for her husband. Bagas wondered what his wife was doing so he decided to go to the kitchen. By having removed the shirt leaving the pants alone.

Bagas sat at the mini bar, watching Dara who was busy. He just realized, his wife had a very beautiful body shape. Dara seems to deliberately cover her beauty with the appearance of oversized clothes while outside.

"Ra, have you eaten?" ask Bagas.

Dara who was unaware of the presence of Bagas who had been there was a little surprised.

"I don't eat malems, Mas." said Dara lightly.

"Why?"

"No papa anyway. It's hard to sleep on a full stomach."

"Say the diet. What is diet anyway? your body is like that too." sewot Bagas.

"Like me dong. Very onion, Crocodile." reply Dara was upset.

"Lo don't want to eat something like that, this malem?"

"I told you I don't eat malem."

"But I want to eat!"

"It's me again masakin, Mas."

"Don't eat it Dara." said Bagas annoyed.

"Keep what the hell? don't worry dong Mas, this is malem. There's a shop open."

"Gue wants to eat watermelon! WATERMELON WATERMELON!". Bagas screeched while shaking Dara's shoulders in his regret.

Dara looked at the old Bagas looking like he was thinking about something, making Bagas so pull his lips, it seemed he had hope. Especially after that Dara held both shoulders of Bagas as well.

" Mas Bagas, I swear, the fruit shop is closed" said Dara with the view of trying to convince her husband.

Bagas fell limp. Rape your own wife sins, right? Inner Bagas in the heart.

"I'm looking down, so even the security guard can help you find it." Dara immediately rushed to grab Bagas' jacket and put it on.

Bagas immediately held back Dara's steps.

"Because I don't want to eat that watermelon!" He tried to convince Dara again.

"You're like a craver. I want this to want that. I'm getting dizzy! I went down first. Hopefully there are still selling watermelon malem-malem gini." Dara returned to her feet to the apartment door.

" DARA! I WANT TO BE DUREN!" Bagas shouted as loud as possible to make Dara immediately turn his head.

"Mas, watermelon is hard to hear especially duren. Where else is the season!"

Dara walked in annoyance leaving Bagas in the apartment stunned by all the efforts caused by his wife.

Not long after, Dara returned with two pieces of watermelon that happened to be in the security post. He asked her shyly to the two guards who were watching.

"Mas Bagas, this is what already exists. But the durennnya really no Mas."

Bagas looked at Dara and the watermelon as well as the duren that was covered behind the dress alternately. He was sure he would go crazy soon.

"Where are you going?" asked Dara when she saw Bagas had grabbed a towel.

"Lo don't disturb me, I want a ritual first." said Bagas then took a piece of watermelon and devoured it mercilessly.

"Why would you take a bath like this?"

"Gue wants to drown with foam." said Bagas again without turning his head then walked straight into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

Dara looked at the closed bathroom with a confused look, then lay back down. He's not calm. What if Bagas killed himself because he did not find the duren that her husband wanted. Dara patted his eel, he had to save Bagas immediately!