First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
19. Only Bite Mosquitoes

"Waalaikumussalam," Bujang replied as he opened the door of the house.

Umi stared at Bujang's slightly turbid face with a frown.

"It's okay, isn't it, Mi?" asked Bujang while taking tentengan from Umi's hand.

Bujang does not know what the contents are, but it seems to be related to the equipment for the wedding reception of himself with Firda.

"Yet, your two sisters also prepared it. You just calm down! This time Umi, Hana and Faiza were more excited, because God willing did not fail again. Lah wong she's already your wife, this is just the recipe."

"Umi must be tired, here I go!" Bujang was about to take Uminya's hand but Umi refused.

"Umi'll take a shower, Mish. Magrib, again. Tired a little is okay, as long as you can be happy it is enough for Umi and Abah."

"I'm happy, Mi, do you think Umi is because I'm late to meet my soul mate and I look like a stressed person? I think it is." Bujang chuckles.

Umi also laughed as she walked into the room.

"Change and Umi bother you huh, Mish? Sorry, you know how Abah just stay at Faiza or Hana's house." Abah said while drinking water in a container made of stainless jumbo size, which is always on the dining table. Containers where drinking water is specific to and belongs to Abah.

Bujang's face immediately turned red, he knew very well where his brother was talking. Seeing the change in the face of his eldest son Abah chuckled.

"Prophe Mish! Magrib in a minute, responsibility, right?" goda Abah still laughed and stepped into the room following Umi.

"Abaaah.." call Bujang increasingly embarrassed, he can only wipe the back of his head that feels cold.

Abah Kayak was never young.

Bujang also went back into his own room. Seen Firda face down on the bed playing his phone, Bujang increasingly restless. Firda's position made Bujang even more headache, he hurriedly went into the bathroom for ablution.

It's better to talk to Pak takmir than inside, the temptation is getting heavier.

"Well, how quickly do you go to the mosque? What time is it too? There's no recording of the lecture being played."

Firda was already sitting sweetly staring at Bujang with the look of Koko's clothes and subordinates wearing sarong cloth.

"Nothing, the sooner the better. Than late?"

"Yes but what do you want? Brother has not explained to me about the number of reddish patches on the chest and on my stomach, if it is still delayed I ask Umi, nih!" threaten Firda's.

"But Brother is Wudhu, Fir, worry is off, it could be another bath."

"What connection?"

Bujang finally sat down next to Firda, staring fixedly at the figure who had been giving him a headache for a few days.

"You really don't know?"

Firda.

"Have you ever dated?"

Firda nodded again.

"Yes, already, then close your eyes!" bujang Order.

Actually, he himself has been stubborn. Just this time about to do it when Firda was conscious, how about Firda get angry! But it was Firda who kept urging him, while he was also very eager. So how's dong?

"For what?"

"Just close your eyes, you'll know."

Firda does not want to, he still wants to know Bujang to do. He needed an explanation, not a close eye.

Firda has also been searching on Mbah google, but there is no information that matches the condition.

Bujang quickly pulled back Firda's waist, brought her face closer to Firda's neck and began to make a kissmark mark just below her jaw.

Firda did not have time to push Bujang's body large enough for his standard size, because he was very surprised by what Bujang did.

The incident was only a moment, Bujang then released his hand from Firda's waist. He rushed out of the room, worried he could not control himself.

Bujang stepped quickly towards the mosque to return ablution, if he was still in the room with Firda worried he would immediately pounce on Firda and vaporize immediately what he wanted.

Firda who was left just like that in the room could only gawk, her eyes constantly staring at the closed door of the room. A tickling feeling he can still feel, slowly his hand felt the neck that had just been kissed by Bujang.

"So that's..."

Firda immediately got up and walked in front of the mirror, looking towards his neck. There were red marks and almost the same as those on his chest and stomach.

Firda immediately sat down limp on the chair where he used to dress up. Not in shock because Bujang had kissed him to the inside of his body, but the heat that ran all over his body when he imagined it happened last night.

How could I not know? Then bang Bujang has seen everything dong? Aaaa...Bang Bujang cheated, it turned out to be....

Firda shook his head.

He was afraid that he was the one who pounced on Bujang first, because it turned out to be thrilling and wanted to be repeated even longer.

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While waiting for Abah and Bujang who came home from the mosque, Firda petrified Umi to prepare dishes for dinner.

Umi only added omelet and fried salted fish, because this afternoon Umi had cooked guai vegetable jackfruit mixed with a little tetelan beef.

"Mi, if there is a terasi sambal, it must be more ajib this, Mi." Firda had already sucked his saliva.

Umi chuckles, Firda is indeed no shame when sticking out his tongue because he imagines food that invites taste.

"So Umi wanted to make it, but Abah said you were allergic again. So Umi cancel, are you allergic to terasi, Fir?"

"Huh? Allergies?"

Umi nodded, Firda just remembered that this morning he said to Bujang to be taken to the hospital because of allergies.

Firda laughs.

"No, Mi, it turns out I just got bitten by a mosquito."

"Bite by mosquitoes? Are there mosquitoes in your room? Really true?"

Firda scratched his head, he did not know to tell his mother-in-law. It is impossible if the culprit is Bujang, can be ashamed of him.

Fortunately, not long after Bujang and Abah reached home, so Firda survived the Umi question earlier.

Bujang only smiled faintly when he looked at Firda, Firda himself quickly turned his gaze in the other direction.

Shame ni ye ?

At mealtime, the conversation was smooth as usual. Talk about things that are considered necessary for the wedding reception Bujang and Firda.

After eating, Firda immediately washed all the dirty dishes. Bujang helped Uminya lift the dishes to the back, precisely put near the sink. Firda just glanced through the tail of his eyes at Bujang who seemed to hide his smile.

"Do you know the cause of the allergy? How's it? Still scared?"

Firda just whimpered. Want to shake his head in shame, but if he nods he is also not willing. It's delicious anyway.

"Wait in the room, wash the dishes!" whispered Bujang teased Firda while blowing the neck of Firda who was kissed earlier, Firda's face immediately flushed red.

If not reluctant to Abah and Umi, Firda must have followed Bujang into the room.

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