First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
17. Is that a dream?

Gita and Sisil hold Firda's hand from left and right, the behavior of both of them just makes it look like Firda an inmate who is always patted so as not to run away. Firda smiled coldly treated like that.

"This is why anyway? Release my hand! I'm going to the cafeteria, want to eat hungry, you know?" firda Judes threw both hands out of the grip of Gita and Sisil, and he walked ahead of his two friends.

"Sorry, Fir! We did not know that it happened like that, the pantesan ayang Bagas look jutek that when we came this morning" said Sisil lebay.

Sisil and Gita took a seat in front of Firda, letting Firda sit like a queen. The two of them are also busy ordering a plate of instant fried noodles with egg ceplok on top, plus a little bit of cawit. Also ordered a fresh drink to cool Firda's anger.

Because whatever the food, drink it of course drinks a million people, sweet tea ice.

Firda smiled cynically served by his two friends, not wrong he was pretending to judge. Though married by Bujang is also not bad, delicious even.

Every hand is asking for money, immediately given even though there is still a message so as not to waste.

Wanna bobok night, somebody's talking. Anget again, jiaaa...What's not good.

Indeed, the age of the Bujang bang has maturity for Firda, but it's macho handsome, not wolf-bulls. If it's mah, Firda ogah.

Bang Bujang body is also okay. Especially if you are alone in the room, it feels like that...Cannot be described with words, even if they have not been written.

All this time Firda has never been both the same man in a dark and lonely place, well...Three nights he's been feeling tuh, how alone in a dark and lonely place. No heart beats because of fear in the residents of Grebek, aja. Asooy....

"So, what does Raka mean is that you're staying at the country's palace at the home of bang Bujang?" Gita started kepo.

"Indeed Raka said that?"

"He-uh."

"Yes, it's been two nights that I've slept in a lovely cottage-in-law's house."

"So, you're flanked by that weathered Bujang?"

Sisil has no morality. Already know now Bujang be husband of his friend, masa' still said Bujang weathered.

"He's not weathered anymore, is he married, forget I'm his wife?" said Firda is still sewot.

Sisil and Gita clashed with each other to signal that between the two of them dared to ask something in their heads.

"Did your parents and parents bang Bujang not know that yesterday was just mengeprank?"

Sisil asked while grinning, he remembered that it was the idea of him.

"Know, did Abah believe his son would commit a rich sin' that?"

"Your own parents?" Sisil asked again, Gita is still faithful as a listener.

"All believed, wong bang Bujang seriously convinced me that I was pregnant with her child. Yes, we were married that night."

"Nteng actually you talk like there is no burden, is not afraid of you as bang Bujang? What if you were invited to play doctor? You can get pregnant really." Gita goosebumps imagine if he is loved, until the fine hairs on the entire surface of her skin bristles.

Firda was indifferent, he ate voraciously. It's free, Sisil and Gita pay as apologies

"Pantesan many mothers who chat if bang Bujang also married that day, do not want to lose him with the Rose who back to ex-husband. Apparently he married you, how does it feel?" whispered Sisil, worried about the whole canteen hearing their strange chatter.

"Sweets, good as always."

Gita and Sisil forgot to chew the noodles in his mouth heard two savory and delicious words, noodles that had been in the mouth resignedly fell back to the plate.

"Aren't you scared?" Sisil was getting curious.

"Gapain scared?" Firda still answered.

"Not sick? People say right if the first dikekan hurt so much to not be able to stand, it's like that, Fir?"

Firda looked up at Sisil and Gita in turn, because from earlier his gaze was fixed on the fried noodles on his plate.

"What are you really asking? This fried noodle taste right?" point Firda at her empty plate, Sisil patted her eel. Gita rolled her eyes lazily.

Sisil when talking is easy, huh?

"Have you spoken? You think me and bang Bujang don't have parents and family? Can I cancel my wedding because I am not pregnant? Ckck." Firda shook his head.

"That means you've been bullied huh? How's it feel?" Gita was curious.

Firda looked at the faces of his two friends closely, a nosy idea popped up in his head.

"It feels...Ajiipp's. If I don't think about going to college, I don't want to get out of my room. The foresight continues, warm-warm anyway." said Firda chuckled as he quickly closed his mouth, worried he would laugh loudly and be caught if he lied.

It's warm, if it's soft...Mattress is Fir?

Gita and Sisil to swallow the saliva, it seems that both became pengen. But I don't know what.

"Fir, man,"

"You don't have to ask too many questions! It's also free that I tell you, you won't be able to imagine. Unless you have a husband too, come back to class!" Firda shifted the chair, walking first leaving Sisil and Gita whose souls were still not gathered in because the minds of the two were still wandering around thinking about Firda's words just now.

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Arriving at Abah's house, the house is quiet because Abah and Umi are very busy to take care of everything related to the reception that will be held in two weeks.

Abah, Umi, Mom and Dad have met and talked, including Bujang. Only Firda who was not invited to worship because he was on campus, after all Firda only received clean did not want to bother.

Firda stayed sitting sweet after dressing up, already like a puppet display only. Besides free he was also invited to deliberation, at most later in the aftermath he asked for a cellphone that had been sold by Bujang.

"Fir, Umi just left the house keys!" said the next door neighbor came to give the house keys when he saw Firda who was frenzied do not know who to ask.

"Eh, yes, Tan, thank you." Firda smiled kindly while taking the house keys.

"Where is Bujang's wife, good?"

Strange question?

Firda just smiled sweetly and nodded.

Before there were any further questions that made Firda even more clueless and difficult to answer, Firda hurriedly opened the door of the house.

Bujang will usually go home before dusk, so Firda decided to sleep alone mumpung still afternoon. The quiet state of the house made Firda instantly fall into dreamland.

With her eyes continuously closed, Firda's lips were smiling to themselves.

In his dream, Bujang kissed her two eyelids gently, then moved to both cheeks, after which it crept into her nose. Firda was impatiently waiting for Bujang to land his lips that like a pussy advised him to land on his own lips, like the romantic dramas he had watched.

Firda already pursed his lips ready to get his first kiss, but Bujang's lips did not arrive. There was precisely he felt his lips slightly sore because they were bitten not because they were smelled friendly, Firda suddenly woke up.

"Did you?" pekik Firda was surprised to immediately sit down, Bujang also improved his body position sitting well.

"Why isn't the door locked? Not afraid if someone comes in? Especially if you sleep like a corpse?"

"Yes, Bang, hobby is really nagging. The feeling I had locked." defended Firda while rubbing her lips which still leaves pain.

"It's just your feeling, but it's not. Alhamdulillah Abang quickly went home, the feeling is not good just to think of yourself at home. Have you prayed yet?" ask the bachelor while looking at the time clues that encircle his wrist.

The clock has shown at four in the afternoon, he believes Firda has not yet prayed ashar.

"It's still masu praying." said Firda while waking up.

"So it was a dream or really? But how does it really hurt?" muttered Firda while walking into the bathroom, her fingers rubbed their own lips.

The bujang who listened to Firda's murmur laughed without a sound.

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