GENK DUDA ACUTE
115. The Great Arisan

“The analysis is noon, right? What time do we leave?” rio asked Jennifer.

“Jam twelve noon nyampe there is also no problem like, Pi. His wife Toni's family turned to him in the morning. Wulan said not to be distracted. She's worried about nyuekin temen.” Jennifer was looking at the dress in the closet.

“Kids tagged all?” ask Rio again. He was lying on the bed with his cell phone in his hand.

“Cute all. Wulan said he should go with all. He wants rame's house. So the last event keinget, Wulan has not participated, yes. He still hasn't participated in the first get-together.” Jennifer pulled out two dresses from the closet.

“Oh, yes. I just realized too. Pantes Wulan is very enthusiastic. The first one he hasn't followed. First one at Toni's house. But, I don't think it's Arisan, deh, Mi. It was an event that persuaded Mami Toni the theme of family,” said Rio. “Which beige color is good, Mi.” Rio pointed at a dress that was on Jennifer's right hand.

“Krem, yes? Okay. I'm wearing this one. Not a new dress, Pi.” Jennifer put the other dress back in the closet.

“Mami don't need new dress. Use anything to stay beautiful, kok.” Rio looked at Jennifer who was pecking her dress in front of the closet mirror.

“Makasi, Papi Rio.” Jennifer looked at her husband from the mirror.

“Mami has bought a gift for her son Tirta?” ask Rio.

“Udah. Below. And then again. Don't forget,” Jennifer. “I take a shower now. Later even dandan. Papi loi Gio, yes. I was busy bringing toys. Said he wanted to play with Dirja.” Jennifer turned her body.

“How about a quickie? I want to,” said Rio.

Jennifer's mouth is throbbing. “Yesterday malem does not want. Later we can be late,” said Jenni.

“Ayo, here. Just moment. I promise not long.” Rio gave his index finger code to take Jennifer closer to the bed.

“I haven't had a shower. Papi too. I love the fragrant,” said Jennifer, waiting for Rio to walk and stand behind her body.

Rio stood up releasing the clothes that were wrapping around the bottom of his body.

“Later to take a shower together can also,” Rio said. “When else can we gini? To quote Dean's words, this is a golden age for us men. Entering the age of 34 years,” said Rio, opening the zipper channel used by Jennifer.

Rio instantly took off his wife's entire underwear. As is the case with the term quickie, which is often interpreted as making love in fast time. Rio skipped the warm-up and patted his wife's body until Jennifer's knee touched the edge of the bed.

“Pelan-pelan. I haven't—”

“I'm the wet,” cut Rio, rubbing the feminine part of his wife before she enters his wife's body quickly.

Rio gripped Jennifer's waist tightly. Hit it many times quickly.

“Mami want too? Or am I alone?” ask Rio.

“Papi aja. I'm not konsen if in a hurry,” said Jennifer while grimacing.

“OK,” said Rio gasped, further accelerating his movement. Not until ten minutes, Rio lowered his head and gripped his wife's chest. He moved his hips several times spilling the results of his quick lovemaking.

“Udah?” jennifer asked still bowing. “I want to take a shower,” again.

“Come, all the same. Udah,” replied Rio, releasing his body parts and directly going tiptoe to the bathroom.

Jennifer picked up their clothes and went rushing to the bathroom.

“Yang picked up my clothes. Though that was nice of her,” grunts Jennifer went following her husband to the bathroom.

***

“Mima .... Ambilin towels! Please ...,” exclaim Sky from the front door of the bathroom.

The orange who was preparing the clothes of his pair of twins on the bed hurriedly stood up and grabbed the towel from the iron hanger near the wardrobe.

“Adjustments! Didi yells ngagetin. Kirain what's up,” annoyed Orange thrusting towel.

“I forgot,” sahut Sky laugh.

“Mandi not managed,” sumputang Jingga breezed away, resumed his work.

The door of the room opened and two pairs of small footsteps entered the room without knocking.

“Mima, have a shower.” Zurra approached her mother with a towel wrapped around the origin.

“I also already,” connect Kalla do not want to lose.

“No more soap toys, right?” ask Orange, feel Zurra's body part whether there is still sticky. He had washed the twins cleanly until he finally left them in a bathtub.

“No, kok.” Kalla.

“Child Didi also,” Connect Sky. “Mima, really, haven't had a shower?” ledek Sky. He waited for his wife to grumble.

“Pake any. Yeah, finish these two first. If not, I will also not calm down to dance.” The orange dried up Zurra's body at an incredible speed. Caring for a pair of twins without the help of a babysitter makes the orange very well trained.

“I help you in a moment,” answered Sky pushed one side of the closet and pulled one hanger containing his favorite line of chinos.

“Buruan, In. It's noon. Not good if we are late. Our home is farthest away,” added Orange.

“Kado make Tirta done?” ask Langi.

“Udah. Yesterday malem I packed when the kids have gone to bed.” Orange finished dressing Zurra. “Zurra don't go anywhere just yet. Her hair has not been combed,” said Orange.

“Zurra here, same Didi. Didi who combin,” Sky, approached Zurra and sat the little girl in front of the dressing table.

“Mas Toni is happy, yes. Her mother was slowly healthy. His son is also healthy and handsome. The family is complete. Although his love story is a little winding, eventually Mas Toni still returned to Mbak Wulan.” Orange smiled while wearing Kalla's clothes.

“True love will always find its way, Mima .... Like us,” said Sky smiled, looking at his wife who was also smiling looking at him.

***

“Win .... Where are you? Don't leave me with all our kids. We all still need you, Ma'am.” Dean held a crying Handaru in his cradle.

“Why?” amalia asked Dean.

“Nangie. Probably thirsty. Where's his mother, Ma?” dean asked, changing the position of his carrier on Handaru's tiny body.

“In kitchen. Dita asked to make fried rice does not matter,” replied Ms. Amalia.

“Yes, geez. We're going to the house of Toni. At this hour my wife is still making fried rice,” said Dean.

“Do not go to the kitchen. His mother was disturbed. Soon it will be finished cooking,” Bu Amalia's message.

“Pak! Mas wicked!” Widi cries pulling Dean's t-shirt.

“Why are they evil? Where's Mas Dirja? Mas Dirja ..” call Dean.

Dirja came running from the family room. “Mas is not evil. Widi cengeng's. It was a toy. Widi likes to sulambek,” said Dirja.

Hearing that, Widi raised her crying voice. Handaru who was in Dean's arms also increasingly let out the sound of crying baby.

“Win ...” Dean walked across the dining room to the kitchen. However, not yet there, Winarsih appeared with a tray in her hand and Dita who was following her mother.

“Ayo, here. Mbak Dita sat down who actually abisin fried rice. That was the one who asked, right? So it should be spent, yes,” message Winarsih, pull one of the seats and raise Dita.

Winarsih arranged her son's dinner plate and divided the fried rice she brought in one large bowl container.

“Mama wants too, right?” Winarsih arranged the dishes for her mother-in-law.

“Pantes ... don't bother,” muttered Dean, looking at his mother.

“Widi cries of ease. Later not beautiful anymore,” said Winarsih while spooning fried rice for her mother-in-law.

“Still around? Kok, it looks good. It's past breakfast. But, mother-made fried rice Dirja hard to resist.” Mr. Hartono arrived in the dining room and immediately occupied the seat to the right of his wife.

“Yes, geez. Everyone eats fried rice. Does no one want to help Dean?” dean asked as he again changed the position of his carrier to Handaru.

“Nothing. No one wants to help. Just a few hours at the child's care home. From the morning of the protests. His voice was astonished all over the house,” muttered Bu Amalia. “So much, Win. Makasi,” says Bu Amalia after eating two feed.

“Don't be too much. Inget stroke,” Dean said sadistically, because he saw Ms. Amalia scooping food enthusiastically.

“Please explained, Win.” Amalia looked at Dean.

“Fry it with olive oil, Mas. A little,” said Winarsih grimacing.

“I also want,” Dean said.

“Mas had breakfast. The fried rice runs out,” replied Winarsih.

“Sorry, yes, De.” Mr. Hartono nodded at Dean and smiled.

“Come, Win. Upwards. Bring Widi all of you,” pinta Dean. He pouted looking at his parents who ate while telling stories in a low voice.”

To Be Continued