Lust Last Night Impotent Man
77. His finger, not his

Jakarta, Indonesia.

"Daddy, how come home in the morning?"

Question from Yenny managed to stop Mbah Yahya's footsteps in the living room.

The man with the white beard looked at him. The wife sat on the sofa with Tuti, the girl even stayed overnight to wait for Mbah Yahya to come home. He also felt afraid that Gugun would pursue him again, then do more recklessly like yesterday.

"Yes, Mom." Mbah Yahya nodded. "Daddy a lot of patients yesterday, want to go straight home but responsibility because it's 3 o'clock. So I had to sleep there, "he explained.

Just yesterday, after returning from the hotel Mbah Yahya decided to open the practice again.

In addition to many patients who signed up since a few months ago, the mission to get Rama a soul mate also seems to have succeeded. So it's time Mbah Yahya returned to running his job which became an all-round shaman.

"Oh, but Daddy's not cheating, is he?" yenny asked looking suspiciously.

"Where might Daddy be cheating. Daddy didn't want another woman's serabi, Mommy's most delicious serabi." The two thumbs of Mbah Yahya were raised high.

"Emmm ...." Yenny immediately frowned, then turned to look towards Tuti who had just stood up. The girl also acted like a person who heard nothing. "This is Tuti from last night nyariin Daddy, there are things to talk about he said."

"What's wrong?" Mbah Yahya stepped towards the sofa where his wife was sitting. Slowly sitting beside him.

"Daddy take a shower, I don't think you've had a shower yet, have you?" Yenny noticed the dull face of the husband. In addition, both corners of his eyes were stored a belek.

"Later, let's talk first." Mbah Yahya pointed at the single sofa, as if asking Tuti to sit there. The girl nodded and sat down.

"I want you to challenge Mr. Gugun," said Tuti directly to the point.

Mbah Yahya was turned upside down. But his forehead seemed to be frowning because he was astonished. "Why are you suddenly going to pick Gugun up? What harm?

"I've met him three times, and he's tried to harass me, sir," Tuti said.

"Decorating?!" Mbah Yahya immediately watched Tuti's body carefully. The girl was wearing a long black shirt, with a skull.

Aside from the unattractive appearance, Tuti's body is also fairly thin. Far from the word tempting and it feels strange, if Gugun to want to harass him.

"What the hell, Tut? Ah don't lie to you" added Mbah Yahya in disbelief. He chuckled and thought what the girl said was just a joke.

"Oath to Allah, sir. I'm not lying" Tuti said solemnly.

"Tut be honest, Dad," Yenny replied. "Even if he looks like a man .. but he's a real woman." Yenny helped reassure, she was also equally female. I know how that girl feels now.

Mbah Yahya stopped his wicked laugh, then exhaled heavily. "Tell me first, how did you and Gugun begin to meet."

"First fit on the road, I accidentally got into the car because at that time I was hitchhiking. I was afraid to meet my brother-in-law, sir," Tuti explained.

"Your brother-in-law's a bad guy?" guess Mbah Yahya.

"Yes, he was also one of the bad guys and had once wanted to harass me." Tuti's eyes immediately glazed over

"Oh, which person are you from, Tut? You've been working with Rama for a long time but I don't know which one you are."

"I'm a Karawang, sir."

"Oh, your parents still have what—"

"Daddy start!" reprimand Yenny while patting her husband's right thigh. "Focus first the same cake what you want to discuss, do not digress everywhere."

"Ah yes. How else?" ask Mbah Yahya. The habit is that talking is always off topic.

"I just hitchhiked for a little while, maybe 5 minutes. But when I saw Mr. Gugun, uh he even wanted to unbutton his shirt, sir," explained Tuti.

"Suddenly unbutton the shirt?" Mbah Yahya made sure. Tuti nodded.

"Yes, why try to open the button if he does not want to do anything? He must be trying to say something to me, sir."

"Continue meeting the two?" ask Mbah Yahya.

"When Mr. Rama and Ms. Sisil got married. He approached me pretending to be nice, offering a suit. But I understand the point, for sure he wants to get acquainted, continues to want to harass me," explained Tuti.

"If the third meeting?"

"Yesterday, Mr. Rama asked me to buy shoes for Mr. Gugun, then deliver them directly. But I myself just look at his face .. only know that it turns out Mr. Gugun is a person who intends to harass me, sir. If you know he's the same person .. I might not want to deliver shoes," explained Tuti again.

"You were flanked just like yesterday? Did the Gugun take off his clothes?"

"He held me back from wanting to leave and tore my shirt off, sir," Tuti said sadly. "At first he wanted to punch me, maybe he wanted to make me faint, so he could have my rape. Uh but I bumped him first, until he finally tore the shirt."

"Sadis bener the Gugun. Forgive me." Mbah Yahya patted the eel and then shook his head.

"But you didn't manage to get tainted with Gugun, did you? If tainted mah mending ask for responsibility," advised Mbah Yahya.

"Amit-amit, Sir. Fortunately, not and not to." Tuti shook his head quickly. "I also don't want to have a model husband, Mr. Gugun, other than that he's not my type."

"Why not your type? Gugun is also handsome, there is sweetness, Tut," said Yenny.

"I don't like mustachioed men."

"What about beards?" Mbah Yahya rubbed his white beard.

"What else, serem."

"But the mustache is delicious, Tut," Yenny replied.

"What's going on, Mom? Can't the mustache be eaten?" ask Tuti.

"It's just like being kissed. How amused is that." Yenny giggled.

"Ah don't like me, Mom. I want a clean face, like Mr. Rama. Cute."

"Yes means my kayak, Tut. I look like Rama" said Mbah Yahya.

"Where there are similar fathers, other people. From skin color alone far away." Tuti saw Mbah Yahya's feet. In addition to black, the nails are also no less black and look dirty.

"You mean I'm black?"

"I didn't say." Tuti shook his head quickly. "Now you have started practicing it. I have money to pay for it."

"Take the police report, Tut. Don't get stung. Not all problems can be solved in that way" advises Mbah Yahya.

Not only that, he was also thinking about the impact. Surely Sisil will be sad when Gugun is used. Later Rama will also be dizzy and if until the man knows—all done by his own Daddy, he might be mad at him.

"Say you can solve all your problems. I've seen that jargon on a signpost at your practice house," said Tuti.

"Yes, anyway. Well, then, tonight I'll try. But give me a picture of Gugun first, let there be an intermediary." Mbah Yahya turned his hand towards Tuti.

"Where do I have, sir." Tuti pressed his shoulders.

"Pass the bride's photo, Gugun is not in the picture, Mom?" asked Mbah Yahya while looking at his wife.

"Mommy doesn't know." Yenny shook her head. "Later Mommy asked the same photo printer, all the bridal photos have not been so." Yenny grabbed her phone on the table, then contacted one of the WOs who took care of the photos.

***

Seoul, South Korea

"Lho, Dek, what are you?" ask Rama. It turned out that not only hers were awakened, but the ones who were hers as well.

Surely what Sisil did brought the man to a peak, let alone that he had been holding him back since yesterday.

Sisil was shocked, he immediately pulled back his hands and put them in the blanket.

"You're interested, huh?" guess Rama. Slowly his right hand stroked gently on the cheek that was already looking blushing.

"What pengen? No!" he rebutted while shaking his head. Sisil turned and turned his back to Rama.

"Like to be shy, huh? But it turns out to be naughty," rama chuckled. He clenched the little body from behind, then blew Sisil's ears and nape to make the girl squirm. His body immediately brushed.

"What is it, anyway?! I'm just cold!" Sisil shifted his body, then pulled the hand that circled the stomach.

"No need to pretend ah, Dek. You must have sighed and said good." Rama pulled Sisil's arm to make him lie down. Slowly he climbed up on his body.

"Om what's going on?! I don't want to .... Mpptt!" Sisil's words stopped because his lips had succeeded Rama Lummat. The man also immediately grabbed the blanket that covered his wife's body, then grabbed the buttons of the shirt and released a unity.

Sisil pushed the chest of the husband's field, in order to break away. But instead of being detached, Rama has now brushed both of his chest.

Rama took a full sip of that lip, then stuck out his tongue. The deeper she kissed him.

"Eough!" Sisil moaned when Rama was smashing the top of the chest. Then his right hand slipped into the cotton pants that Sisil was acquainted with.

In an instant, Rama's burly hand had already caressed the damp-feeling cage. Both of Sisil's thighs he opened wide and then pressed his middle finger in there.

"Emmm!" muttered Sisil with bulging eyes. His body suddenly shook*njang like a electrocuted when Rama had stepped back his hands in there.

'I don't want to make love anymore. But it's too good, when his finger is new, not yet his. How'this?' inner Sisil dilemma.

...If this is how mending resigned, Sil 🤣...