Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 43

Linga brought her dump truck to the garage in the rice mill. Don't forget he paid his porters. That's their tired money, Lingga distinguishes tired money, money to eat and their salary at the beginning of each month. Not as much as in the city, but it is enough to make his men feel happy because they can meet the daily needs of his family. Although it does not make them rich.

After cleaning himself in the garage, Lingga went to his house using a motorcycle. There was a car in his house, two of them. And one of his cars is P**** that he had sold to his friend during Galuh's operation first.

Because of the almighty good power, the Linga was given the opportunity to have more valuable goods.

The sound of Lingga duck motorbike was heard entering the courtyard. Galuh who knew her husband came home also welcomed her arrival. Not to forget, he's already bathed and perfumed. Although her body is no longer slim because of her pregnancy, Galuh always tried to look beautiful in front of her husband. Moreover, her husband is tired of coming home from work, so naturally dong if she decorated at least a little entertaining husband who is tired of working.

Galuh greeted her husband with a sweet smile.

"Assalamualaikum!", Lingga said a greeting as he entered the living room.

"Galaikumsalam!", replied Galuh. She kissed the back of her husband's hand.

Has her second home life been adem ayem so far? The answer is of course not, sometimes they argue and disagree. However, they try to maintain each other's marriage relationship. No matter how big the problem is, they share and try to find solutions if it is problematic.

The phallus that is now not the Lingga that Galuh met when he returned home from high school graduation. The phallus is now the perfect husband, father and brother in Galuh's eyes.

"What do you want to make coffee bang tea?", asked Galuh. Actually, she could have asked her art to make drinks for her husband. But as long as Galuh has time, he'll make it. The art is also the villagers who come home at five in the afternoon, come again tomorrow at six in the morning.

"The coffee is delicious!", said Lingga who is now sitting in a chair in the kitchen. The kitchen door opens, instantly giving a view of the celery garden and chives. So, what appears is only the color green cools the eyes.

"But bang!", Galuh also moved to the kitchen stove. She turned on the stove to cook hot water because her husband preferred coffee brewed with freshly boiling water.

Galuh put his coffee on the front desk of the Linga. When Galuh will sit on another bench, Lingga pulled her waist which is now widened because she was pregnant.

The phallus sat Galuh on his thigh. A little surprised, afraid of falling. But for sure, my husband won't let her fall.

Galuh did not have time to ask, Lingga has dipped his distended stomach and also stroked the distended stomach.

"He's not fussy, is he?", asked Lingga. Galuh shook his head and smiled. Fussy in Lingga's intention is that utun does not make Galuh feel pain because it is too active.

"Without bang, he's a pinter!", replied Galuh. Lingga put his head on Galuh's shoulder, heard him sigh slowly. There may be a burden that he is facing.

"What's the bang?", Galuh asked as she rubbed her husband's head.

"Human? Brother is comfortable like this!", he replied as he closed his eyes. I know that her husband is not okay.

"No story yet?", asked Galuh. Hearing the question, Lingga straightened his back. He breathed a moment.

"When to meet Zea, in the factory!", replied Lingga.

"Zeez? Zea's here?"

"Yes, maybe join Auntie and o'm a visit to the factory."

"Emang Abang previously did not know if Glen was related to the factory?"

Linga shook.

"Abang just knows, it belongs to Mr. Andre. Yeah, maybe Glen's an investor there."

Galuh covered both his hands on the cheeks of the Linga.

"What is your brother despised again?", asked Galuh. The eyes of the couple locked together.

"Yes, that's it! But you don't care!", replied Lingga.

"really? If you don't care, why is his face so?"

Linga smiled knot. Poking Galuh's nose with anxiety.

"It's a smile!", said Lingga showing his neat rows of teeth.

"Heheh that's dong, that's cute!", praise Galuh. The phallus throws his lips.

"From the past it was also a cute time darling!"

"Yes, my husband is indeed a good-looking inner born!"

The cup!!! Galuh dyed Lingga cheeks because in his eyes, Lingga remained handsome as when he first met.

"Neither go fishing! It's still afternoon!"

"But, Brother mah baperan. In this way his mind has taken care of!"

"Udah, the power is crying out. But do not want to answer just in asking why!", replied Galuh.

"Try the brother who talked to Syam. Maybe Syam would answer his name."

Galuh also rose from the thigh of Linga.

"Bring to Sham's room first!", said Lingga while wiping Galuh's arm. The pregnant woman nodded slowly.

Linga stepped her feet towards her sister-in-law's room which seemed also suitable if she became her son.

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"Syam, this is Brother. Brother can enter?", asked Lingga from outside the door. There is no law from inside, Lingga also entered into the room of Sham.

Syam was sitting in front of his study table with the window open. Linga approached her sister-in-law who was not sure what she was doing. Maybe daydreaming.

"Dec?", Lingga patted Sham on the shoulder. Syam also turned to his brother-in-law who played the role of brother and father for him.

"Bang!", said Sham lirih.

"Arsyam handsome why?", asked Lingga while leaning his waist on the Syam study table.

Without the ba-bi-bu, the Sham splutters to embrace the belly of the Linga. The phallus is a little shrewd because it is not ready with the sudden movement of Sham.

But the phallus quickly compensates, then reflexes stroked the hair of Syam.

"What's the deck? Same story as you!", he asked. Syam is very close to the phallus. Maybe because he found a father figure in the Linga. Sham loosened his embrace then rubbed his wet cheeks.

Lingga did not ask again, waiting for Syam to say the sentence he wanted to convey.

"So when I came home from school, Sham met his father Zea!", replied Sham. After that he returned to snoring. The phallus holds a small, vibrating shoulder. His brother understood what Sham felt.

Between hate and longing that cannot be described.

"Did he say something?", asked Lingga. Syam.

"He just called me a sham." Linga still rubbed her sister's head.

"Will Sham want him to acknowledge Sham as his son?", asked Lingga. Sham raised his head and then shook his head.

"Ngga. He's Zea's papa. Sham did not want to take him from Zea. Sham is enough, have a brother! No need to have Zea's papa!", replied Syam sobbing.

Linga breathed a heavy sigh. Only people like them understand what it's like to be ignored. And yes....Sham and Linga both feel their presence is not considered, just with different portions.

"Yes, Sham has a brother. So, never be sad gini rich again. Mother same brother worried you know, home school know-know Syam to the room continues not to be disturbed. The people who love them are sham."

Syam nodded in understanding.

"Yes bang!"

"Would you take a bath, have you prayed ashar?", asked Lingga. Syam also shakes.

"Well five o'clock, take a shower! Later magrib pray in mushola with Abang!"

Sham also assented with a nod. After successfully persuading Sham, the phallus went back to meet his wife who was in the lower room.

His wife is preparing Lingga clothes to wear after bathing later at once to the village mosque.

"Abang can be ready himself dear!", said Lingga hugging Galuh from behind.

"Heheh yes, I know bang. Now I take a shower first. Did you manage to persuade your sister? She's more suited to be your sister than your sister-in-law bang!"

"Ckkk same sister own time jealous. Your attention depends on who the subject is. If you are the same, the attention is different!"

The cup! Linga stole a kiss on Galuh's cheek. The pregnant woman just smiled.

"Go there!", pinta Galuh.

"Yes yes...Brother bathe!", said Lingga as he walked up to the towel.