FORCED CHEATING
78MONCOR (PART 1)

“Bu, buy telor dong, a quarter aja.” Said one of the buyers at Bu Een's shop named Jubedah.

“A little charity bought Jubedah?” Sahut Bu Een while weighing eggs.

“Sebennya want to buy a lot of 2 kilos all of you, but you owe ya ma'am? Hehe... “ Si Bu Jubedah grinning a horse.

“Enak! At the grocery store I was prohibited from debt, cash and carry, tau!” Lips of Bu Een monyong. “Nih, telornya!” Bu Een gave his eggs Bu Jubadah, uh chicken eggs that Bu Jubedah bought. Bu Jubedah is not a lawyer, right?

Wkwkwk...😂😂🤭🤭

“Nih the money, Mom. Return for fried noodles aja.”

“Yes already, Jubedah, Jubedah .. what is the intestinal crimp of your child every day food noodles continue?” Gerrutu Bu Een while taking the fried noodles requested by Bu Jubedah.

“Not much to comment, Mom. If I have a lot of money, I also want to eat good food for my child. I owe his shop just can not, use sok komen peduliin gut my son all..” Bu Jubedah grumbled back while ngeloyor go after getting all his groceries.

“Huh, basic Surgery! Dikasih tau even nag!” Exclaimed Bu Een, then he returned to his throne seat behind the cashier table.

Bu Een took out his flagship folding fan because he felt sultry, then suddenly…

“Admudu..., my stomach mules gini yes?” Miss Een grimaced. “There's no one guarding the store anymore. Ahh, I just stay back papa no times, if anyone buys definitely wait later.”

Ms. Een went to the bathroom at her home next door to her shop.

After about five minutes in the bathroom, Ms. Een came out and immediately returned to the store.

“It looks like you have to use eucalyptus oil, let's not mules gini.” Ms. Een looked for CAP TANG eucalyptus oil on a shelf near the cashier drawer and quickly applied it all over her stomach.

“Bu!” Calling someone made Bu Een surprised because it was again serious with his stomach.

“Yeah, Jubedah! Ngagetin aja!” Spray Bu Een. “What else is it?”

“Buy the saos sasetan 2.” Said Bu Jubedah while giving a piece of money with Kapiten Patimuura carrying a machete.

“Tuh, just take it there!” Point Bu Een at the corner shelf.

Bu Een rested his back on his soft throne after the Surgeon had passed.

“Kok suddenly can mules gini huh? I've been exterminated still wrapped around the stomach.” Ms. Een held onto her stomach while occasionally grimacing to hold her intestines back in turbulence.

“Aduuuuh, how about this mules again? Adudamud…. Can't stand..” Ms. Een hurriedly went to her house again.

This time the semen in the WC was longer than the first, because the turmoil in his stomach was so rampant that one of the buyers in the store was confused because he did not find anyone there.

“This is where the hell is it? Mom, Ms. Een…? Din..., Udin ..!” Call the buyer who turns out to be Saprol.

(Still not the same Saprol, gais…? That's the artisan ojek tennya Arya who used to hang out at the base ojek 😅😅).

Saprol looked at the mother house.

“Bu …! Ms Een …! Din, Udin ...!” Call Saprol harder.

There was still nothing nongol because Bu Een had just finished all his wishes and smiled with relief out of his semedy place.

“Aaah, lega…, kayaknya kali ini udah abis semua deh.” Ucap Bu Een.

“Bu Een…! Udin ..!” There was once again a cry of Saprol from the front.

“Iya, yes …. A minute!” Sahut Bu Een shouted as well.

Then he walked quickly to the store and found Saprol there.

“Eh, you are Prol?”

“Where are you from, Mom? From earlier called nyaut nyaut!” Saprol's a little upset.

“From the cave, there is no signal, so no nyaut!” Sahut Bu Een. “What's wrong?”

“Buy cigarette dong.”

“What cigarette? Do not buy ketengan yes, sorry dry morry here do not accept retail buyers!”

“I also do not level buy retail.” Saprol does not lose. “Nih, I bought a clove cigarette JI RO LOE two packs!” Saprol gave a picture of Mr. Soekarno-Hatta.

“Waah, much of your money, Prol?” Bu Een was a little surprised to also receive money from saprol and then took out the JI RO LOE cigarette that Saprol asked for.

“Saprol is so!” Saprol is a little arrogant.

“Eh, wait! That's money not to take from my cashier drawer, right?” Bu Een looked at Saprol suddenly.

“Enak! This is Miss Een by the way! Yes, it is purely the result of my sweat, the result of ngojek!” Saprol sewot was accused of such crimes.

“Yes who knows was fitting me in the dalem you obok-obok drawer cashier table keeps taking the money.”

“Jesus dragon! Ati-ati Bu, it could be slander if you are horrified by people and misunderstood. Let's just be a motorcycle taxi driver but I also know which halal which is illegal! Anyway if I want, why just take a hundred thousand money? Why don't I take all the money in the drawer until I plunder all the stuff here?” Saprol is really an emotion .

“Yes I'm just the name, why are you so sewot that? If you don't do it, don't be angry dong!” Said Ms. Een relaxed.

“That's not Nanya Bu, but nudu!” Saprol pissed not playing. “Udah, herein the money, I did not buy it here! Males!” Saprol wants to take the money that is still held by Bu Een.

Ms. Een quickly dodged. “Eh, can't dong! Items purchased here can not be returned!” Firmly Bu Een then took some money from the drawer. “Nih, change!”

With a still irritated face Saprol left the store.

“Huh, you freak! Asked even angry!” grumbled Bu Een, he did not realize that he was wrong.

Ms. Een repeated her amorous fan activity with her beloved folding fan while relaxing in her seat, she was just about to slip her legs when two mothers walked into her shop.

“Waduh, again relax, Bu?” Rebuke one of them.

“Eh, yes. Where are you Rokayah, Rodiyah? How to tumben together during the day like this?” Sahut Bu Een's.

“Lapse show, Mom! Call 2R, hehehe…. “Sahut Si Rodiyah's.

“Ha?” Show what?” Miss Een is astonished.

“Ngak deng, run out nongky-nongky at patrol post. We are PKK mothers aka Women Less Work.” Rokayah's ship with a big smile.

“Abis ghibah sure huh? What a PKK you are!” Cibir Bu Een's.

“Eeh, but ghibah it's fun you know. Tau not until Bu, if all the rice fields on the border of the village owned by Haji Barkah it would be given to his former candidate?” Rokayah started with the face mimic of VENNY BROSS.

“What? Ghost candidates?” Miss Een is surprised. “I mean the only child Haji Barkah wants to marry so?”

“Iya! But the candidate still doesn't know who, it's still a secret!”

Then, blah. blah ..bla.. bla.. the three of them were busy berghibah ria, until the same Rokayah Rodiyah forgot his intention to shop.

Meanwhile, at Mirza's house, Om Jaka wanted to go to Bu Een's house.

“Turn back here, right, Om?” Ask Via.

“Liat later. If you want to sleep there, don't you papa, right? I don't feel good here, ntar bother you again.” Say Om Jaka while grinning.

“Kirain Om does not want to stop by mom.” Typhoon Mirza.

“Wah, can be fired I become adekya Za, if your mother knows I'm coming home maen maen not to his house.”

Miss Harni and Riri came down with their bags of clothes.

“Lho, same mom Riri go where?” Mirza wonder.

“Yes go home, time to stay here?” Sahut Bu Harni's. “Don't forget tomorrow Monday Via ajakin to the gynecologist, Za.” Message from Miss Harni.

“Iya, Mum.”

“Mbak Har, if you want to be with me also not papa, let me anterin back home all of you.” Tawar Om Jaka's.

“Wah, don't need Dik Jaka. I went home with Riri aja.”

“No Papa Ma'am, the same Om Jaka aja. Let's take a car, hehe..” Riri cengengesan.

“You are! Surely you want to wander if you do not go home with Mom?” Miss Harni kissed her youngest child.

Riri just grinned. Then the three of them paid their respects to Via and Mirza.

Back to Bu Een's shop, please,

“So so Bu the story.” Shoot Rokayah after finishing with the story.

“Thankfully yes who will be the ex Hajj Barkah it.” Lirih Bu Een's.

Secretly, Bu Een was disappointed because he had never managed to match Mirza with Denaya, the only princess of Haji Barkah, the landlord who had rice fields and mathematical shops everywhere.

“Oya, sape forgot! We want to shop!” Rodiyah patted her own jidat. “This is my grocery list, Mom!” Rodiyah thrust a piece of paper at Ms. Een.

“Iya, I also want monthly shopping nih.” Timpal Rokayah's.

“At take it yourself, Udin again shopping to the city so today I have no help. Ntar if you have finished bring it here.” Said Ms. Een while giving two shopping baskets to Rokayah and Rodiyah.

Bu Een sat back down, he was still curious about the story of the 2R about the future hajj ghost Barkah.

Hemm, just try if Mirza could marry Denaya, would be a landlord too, would his legacy would fall on Denaya all. He really is going to be rich, Mirza. Ck, but baby. Mirza even more choose marriage with the widow's child mediocre who only has the rice fields of two plots. Huh!

Bu Een continued grumbling in his heart regretting his efforts that once failed to match Mirza with Denaya until he returned to his stomach wrapped around.

“Adeeeh...” Bu Een grimaced as he held his belly that was kayaking again in those crouches. “Yeah, I think it should be thrown away again. How did you not end up from earlier?” Mumbled Bu Een while grimacing withstanding the pain in his stomach. “Hoy, 2R! you guys haven't bought it in a long time?” Bu Een on Rokayah and Rodiyah.

“Bentang dong, Bu!” Rodiyah Sahut.

They were completely unaware of the change in the look of Bu Een's face that was not karu-kulir because it held something that wanted to break out through the back road.

The same Rodiyah Rokayah was even more engrossed in the discussion about the price of soy sauce which is cheaper between the same bottles that are planned.

“Rokayah! Rodiyah! Cepetan dong, you choose what the hell, from how long very?” Ms. Een was impatient, sweat began to condense on her eel as it held back the mules.

“A minute, Bu.” Sahut Rokayah without looking.

Tiiiit ….

The sound of a steady breeze escaped also through the back road of Bu Een along with something warm that he felt on the anus. (Duuh, map yes if autor rada slovenly.. 🤭🤭)

The sound was not heard by Rokayah and Rodiyah Akeran Bu Een as much as it had been held back so as not to sound too blaring, but the sound of restrained it caused a really pungent aroma in the nose of 2R.

“Ih, what's this smell? Rodiyah who kissed him first reflexively closed her nose.

“Ih, yes! It smells so bad. Kind of smell ****** gorilla.” Timpal Rokayah's.

“Ngaco! It smells like a comberan!”

“Times anyway?” Rodiyah instead sniffed around looking for where the source of the pungent scent came from. “Not ah. New sewers in the same drain last week?” Rodiyah was sure.

“Keep the smell of what dong?”

Ms. Een has not been because of her feelings, it is also impossible that she said it was the fragrance of the room free of charge from her. Ms. Een thought quickly, she had to go back before the warm feeling on the anus was widened everywhere.

“I stay to dalem for a while yes if you guys are still long.” Said Miss Een in a hurry.

“Eh Ma'am, where are you going? I want to buy sugar with rice dong?” One of my new mothers came.

“Take it yourself!” Bu Een ran away because something had really reached the gate of independence to again break out.

2R and a newly arrived mother were astonished by Mrs Een's behavior.

Shortly afterwards Om Jaka's car was seen entering the courtyard of Bu Een's house. Om Jaka immediately went down and headed for the store to greet his beloved sister.

“Wah, is there Mas Jaka?” Said Mrs Rodiyah with her sweet smile.

“New dateng from Jakarta, Mas? Add cool now you know.” Timpal Rokayah with a smile is no less sweet.

“Eh, mothers. Good afternoon everyone.” Sapa Om Jaka is friendly. “Lho, Mbakyu Een where are the mothers?” Tanya Om Jaka who did not find her brother in the store.

“So running away to home, my people want to buy even dicuekin!” Answer the newly arrived mother who was not known by name, call it ROSE. 😂🤭

“Iya, how are we doing? It was told to spit-cepet, now even dikilain.” Gerrutu Rodiyah's.

“Eeh but, Mas Jaka comes the smell of his got ilang, so the smell is fragrant now.” Rokayah this time sniffed the fragrance of Om Jaka perfume, his nostrils and fish-like kembis kempis **** if again ask for marriage. “Truly, fragrant fragrant fragrant semerbak matchless, this handsome male aroma from Jakarta.” Rokayah is as comfortable as a smile of smallness while her eyes blink spoiled at Om Jaka.

“Ah, Bu Rokayah this can be aja.” Om Jaka nyengir's.

“Eh, really Mas Jaka.” Rokayah mesam mesem is unclear. “Try me if I am a widow, pas deh same Mas Jaka who is widower. Aren't you, Mas?”

Rokayah looks like a lot of effort.

Om jaka sampe keder made, while others even follow mesam mesem as well.

“Yes already, these mothers want to shop what yes?” Tanyq Om Jaka finally because it is not good in the same mode Rokayah.

“This, we have finished just counting kok.” Rodiyah showed me her shopping cart.

“I am also uda finished. Mas Jaka aja who calculated, this has been a long time Bu Een not back and forth, I want to lift the clothes because.”

“I also want to cook nih.” Timpal the Rose mother. “Buy rice dong Mas Jaka 2 koli aja, equal half kilo sugar. How much?”

“Wah, I don't know the price Bu, wait Yu Een aja ya bentar again.”

“Yeah, kalamaan Mas. My son is tired, he hasn't eaten since two days ago. Cepetan dong Mas!”

“Wow! Take it yourself if you do.” Say Om Jaka.

“How are we doing, Mas?” Ask Rodiyah. “How much is everything?”

Om Jaka scratching feet, ehh.

“Bring it up first!”

“Continue paying?” Rokayah Sama Rodiyah compakan.

“Pay later. Don't know the price?”

“Hah? Really?” The Rose Mother who was worried about rice glared. “Kalo gitu rice 10 kilos, sugar 2 kilos, same add boiled noodles, fried noodles, egg, garem, odor, soap ..”

“Kalo so I also want to shop again lah.” Rodi won't lose. “Segg oil, nyong nyong oil, brake oil, butbut oil..”.

“I do too!” Rokayah followed suit too. “Brown milk, white milk, wild horse milk, bear milk, flower widow milk, ehhh.

“Take it yourself, Mom. I'm dizzy!” Om Jaka nyerah's.

Finally, the three mothers were busy buying groceries. When again? Mumpung can owe! Think they.

And when they finished they left, did not forget to thank Om Jaka.

Om Jaka breathed a sigh of relief.

“Jak?” Tegur Bu Een was a bit of a surprise for Om Jaka.

“Eh, Yu? Where to get to sampean?”

“You're here? Dateng when?” Bu Een even returned his name because he was surprised to see the presence of his sister.

“Barusan. Where was sampean from? Mothers who spend a long time waiting."

“From dalem. Where are her mothers now?” Miss Een dyed.

“Udah on home, until later.”

“Emang already done shopping?”

“Udah.”

“Good, thank you for helping keep the store.”

“Iya, equally.”

“This is so quick the old Udin really told to shop aja.” Grumpy Bu Een while walking towards the cashier table. “Wah, many also yes they are shopping, until I want to ludes my trade.” Said Ms. Een who saw her trading rack reduced in content.

“Lumayan.”

Miss Een opened her desk drawer. “Where does the money go? How come it's not here?”

“Yes not yet paid, my people do not know the price.” Sahut Om Jaka relax.

Suddenly, Bu Een's eyes immediately widened.

“JAKAAAAAAA .....!!!!”

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Hahahaaa... kayaknya Bu Een has fallen as hymns Kak 🤣🤣🤣.

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