GENK DUDA ACUTE
109. Facing the Results of the Trial

Santoso and Musdalifah were sitting side by side on a simple sofa. They looked down at the table with their eyes in the same direction. Two apartment access cards and a new matik car key.

They just arrived home after attending a hearing held by superiors who they value less work.

“I did not expect, you know, if Mr. Dean will give this latest car,” said Santoso, glanced at his wife and then looked back down at the car keys.

“What has Mr Dean been including royal tops or just the same Mas Santoso aja?” musdalifah asked, staring at the suaminy.

“Enggak—not, Mr. De is not stingy. He was always royal towards his subordinates. Origin .. yes, that is. Want to follow what his advice is and keep up with all the weather sharp criticism that he often throws,” replied Santoso.

“I also did not think, if Mr. Toni would love this much. KPR my house has only been running for three years. I recently applied for a cash loan for the renovation costs of adding the front porch to the house. It is not much, compared to the money owned by Mr. Toni. The price of my house was too little for him. But, nowadays people want to give gifts hundreds of millions, it's amazing, Mas. It means that Bu Wulan is also very good,” said Musdalifah.

“I feel guilty, Mus. We should also go to the fathers. Though I have already proposed to you,” Santoso pursed his lips.

PLAQUES

"Ow, sick Mus,” pekik Santoso holding his thigh which was just patted by Musdalifah.

“Mas that ngingetin it continues. It's past, but that's what's been discussed. Make me feel even more bad, “ sergeant Musdalifah. “Don't forget, Mr. Toni also asked us to dance. That's a mandate that must be run,” continued Musdalifah.

Santoso was still pouting, he crossed his hands in front of his chest and slightly moved away to look at his wife. “On the trust, I will definitely help you. We are both looking for the Asih Mbak. And you .. don't forget. I am your husband, you know. I married you in front of your father. Your family is happy with me. Especially when I know what my job is. Continue ... You want to? When I said my boss was a former minister's son. All your brothers are happy with me.” Santoso confirmed the location of his shirt collar with a jumawa look.

“Yes, same seneng son of former minister. Maybe that means,” said Musdalifah.

Santoso was still sneering, but his gaze again moved on the two apartment access cards and the car keys.

“We already have an apartment, already have a new car. We'll sell my car later. We save money for our children's savings. We have what the newlyweds dream of. We both live to make one last thing happen. You must know that.” Santoso's hand slowly moved up Musdalifah's thigh and stroked his wife's thigh up.

Musdalifah looked down at Santoso's hand that continued to move slowly down his thigh until it stopped and gently gripped his hip.

Musdalifah stood up from his seat. "If so, I take a shower first. I was so hot. From this afternoon continue to listen to the babbling of the fathers who seem to be lacking in conversation. I was still astonished. Kok, like they have no more important business than managing marriage problems in the village.” Musdalifah walked to the room and went back out to see her husband with a towel perched on his shoulder.

“Mas Santoso also took a shower. I don't want Mas Santoso not to go. At least Mas must imitate the always slippery top,” said Musdalifah then disappeared behind the door of the room.

Santoso, who was still sitting on the sofa, had to turn his body to see Musdalifah speaking. “What type Musdalifah is like Mr. Dea” muttered Santoso, glancing at the door of the room that has been closed again.

After his return from Musdalifah village, Santoso invited the woman to live in the house he had bought two years ago. The house was the result of Danawira’s Law Firm's bonus for winning a case with absolute.

Santoso got up and ran towards the door of his room. “Mus, Mus! I joined ya.” Santoso had been standing in front of the bathroom door, knocking on his wife who had started the shower.

“How do you join? The bathroom is small!” musdalifah shouted, opened the bathroom door and turned his head.

“Nothing, Mus. The more limited the movement, the more challenging it will be. My theoretical stock is already very capable of this, Mus.” Santoso opened the door and went inside.

“Awas later if used as a conversation material with the fathers. I do not permit,” said Musdalifah, inching back and returning to the bottom of the burning shower.

“You, really, know the fathers will discuss this?” tanya Santoso unbuttoned his shirt one by one. He looked at the back of the Musdalifah who was wearing nothing. His wife stood behind him, then wet her whole body under a warm shower.

“What aja, Mus ... anything. Whatever you ask, I'll do it. My heart is starting to beat this. Oh, geez. It turns out that behind your simple office clothes, stored your body so beautiful curves.” Santoso threw away his clothes and walked up to Musdalifah from behind.

“Several days in the village, I could not fully practice the knowledge that I absorbed so far. I think I should start all over again,” whispered Santoso in the ear of his wife. They were both under a warm shower. “Where should I start, Mus? Every part of your body, I'd call it opium. My tongue will be mute, because it continues to say miss.”

“Whispering. Later,” sergeant Musdalifah.

“Kalo so, I directly practice.” Santoso gripped Musdalifah's hands and placed them against the bathroom wall. “For convenience, I want you to bend a little.”

In another house.

“Mas, about Asih has been told to Musdalifah?” ask Wulan from the bed. She was staring at her husband who was removing the buttons of his shirt one by one.

“Udah. Maybe at the end of this week Mus and Santoso will come to Asih's house. If you talk via phone it is not polite kaya.” Toni pulled out her shirt from the slippage of her trousers. Now on his body only the remaining trousers of material he wore to the office this morning.

“But .. I am a bit strange indeed. Why do you think Musdalifah who is reluctant to talk about his marriage,” said Wulan. “I don't mean anything. Just a little strange,” continued Wulan fix the sentence. He was worried that Toni thought he was too meddling in Musdalifah's personal affairs.

“Mmm—iya, anyway. We should have stayed by the way, we want to get married. Done it. That, right?” Toni asked back. He had just taken off his trousers and walked towards the bed with only his tight underwear remaining.

Toni threw herself down next to Wulan and made Wulan's paw stretched out as her bolster.

“I don't mean to interfere. Just kind of weird. From Mas stories about Musdalifah, Santoso, and Mas friends, as a woman I think I can conclude, deh.” Wulan brushed Toni's hair with her fingers.

“What? Conclusion Bu Wulan, what?” tanya Toni looked up at his wife. His hand stroked Wulan's stomach which was in front of his face.

“My conclusion? Rich secretary Mas, Madam Musdalifah was once like Dean, deh. Not like how, yes ..maybe he was amazed. Dean must have felt that's why he kept coming to Musdalifah. To fortify himself. As a result, Mbak Mus likes to cross, so anti and kelas the same Dean.” Wulan lowered her husband's forehead.

“That, huh? Dean once said, in Sukabumi. But, we're all so funny. Dean's section, right, it's normal. She expert make women like and hate to her.” Toni laughed chuckling considering the trial this afternoon.

“According, Mas ... Would you like to not?” wulan asked, rubbing Toni's cheeks that closed her eyes hugging him.

“Most likely , anyway, I'd like to. Before taking a shower, can I not?” Toni put her hand under the nightgown Wulan was wearing.

“Mandi first,” sahut Wulan back down kissing her husband's head.

“Let's take a shower,” said Toni continued to rub the inside of his wife's thigh until arriving at her destination. His index finger rubbed the gap between his wife's two thighs from behind a thin underwear.

“Geli,” muttered Wulan, putting her palm on Toni's cheek.

“I am once,” whispered Toni.

“I can't believe Mas can stop once. The continuation is also definitely long,” whistle Wulan.

Tony laughed at his wife's words. He then got up and revealed the white canal Wulan wore.

To Be Continued