Lust Last Night Impotent Man
94. Om Rama's eyes can be stained

"Yes, but the problem is I'll pay you to pick Mr. Gugun. Am I still wearing a hijab? God must be angry with me, sir," complained Tuti.

The two policemen in front of them opened their eyes. Surprised by the word 'nyantet'

"So Mr Yahya is a witch doctor?" asked one of the policemen with a gaping mouth. He and his friend were both shocked.

"Nothing!" tampik Mbah Yahya with a quick sash. "Where might I be a witch doctor, what Tuti said was just a joke." There's really no problem if the police or anyone finds out he's a shaman. However, sometimes Mbah Yahya feels uncomfortable. Unless that person comes straight to the practice house.

"Lho, it is indeed Mr. a—“

"Then I and Tuti excuse me, sir .. Good afternoon!" sergah Mbah Yahya's. Quickly he stood up while pulling Tuti's hand, thus making the small body stand together.

"Good day too, sir," said the two policemen. They smiled and gave a small nod as Mbah Yahya, Tuti and a lawyer walked out of the room.

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"If you're talking about me being a shaman, don't be reckless, Tut!" rebuke Mbah Yahya with a firm voice.

Now he and Tuti are in the car and Tuti is driving.

"Why is that, sir?" tanya Tuti did not understand, she turned her head for a moment.

"No, I'm not comfortable hearing it. Now take me home."

"Yes, sir." Tuti nodded. "Eemmm .. but according to you, Mr Gugun would like to make peace not about the same as me? Do I still have the possibility of going to jail?" There's actually a feeling of relief. But that is not entirely because the police have not been able to determine the fate of the next Tuti.

"Hopefully will. In fact, it seems that this case of misunderstanding will not continue the process, besides that the police are also sure you are a woman. Start tomorrow change your appearance, Tut. So that problems like this will not happen again in the future," advises Mbah Yahya.

"If I think about that, sir. Especially if you wear a hijab."

Mbah Yahya nodded his head.

***

Afternoon.

Gugun was driving his car towards the road home. He finished his job today. And again as usual, the streets are always jammed in the capital.

"When is Jakarta not stuck?! How to get stuck every day!" nagel Gugun while punching the steering. Because he was tired all day working, so he was easily ignited emotions.

"Ah mending I just mengopi deh, let not mumet my brain." Gugun stared at a large cafe located not far from his current position. Slowly he massaged his forehead while turning his steering towards it.

When it arrived, then Gugun turned off the car engine and then went down.

Gugun entered through the glass door, the atmosphere of the cafe was not too crowded so he was easy to find a seat.

"What message do you want, sir?" ask a female servant who came over while handing out a menu book. Gugun just landed his ass on one of the chairs.

"Black coffee, Ma'am."

"Well, wait a minute." The waiter bowed politely, then stepped away.

"Hiks! Hicks! Hicks!"

Suddenly, Gugun heard the cry of a woman who came from behind, then he turned his head.

There was Gisel there. Sitting while crying. On top of his desk was a glass of orange ice that was still filled to the brim.

Gugun watched him then stood up, Gisel's face looked familiar to him. 'I feel like I've seen him at the cafe too, but he's not the one?' his inner.

Gugun remembered when he made a pact with Arya, indeed at that time he accidentally saw Gisel who was chatting with his friend.

"Wear this, Miss," said Gugun who had been standing nearby. His outstretched right hand gave him a handkerchief which he took from behind his suit pocket.

Gisel stopped his cries, though still as unwilling. He stared at the handkerchief, then raised his face to see Gugun.

After which, he immediately stood up and suddenly just hugged Gugun's body.

"A little while, sir. I'm really in need of a hug to treat my sadness, hicks! Hicks! Hicks!" Gisel continued his crying.

Gugun sighed. He also looks resigned waiting for Gisel who is still sobbing.

"Sir, are you married?" ask Gisel.

"No, yet" replied Gugun. "Why is that?"

"If boyfriend?"

"Why the hell? How do you ask that? It's personal business." Gugun.

"How can I move on, sir? I'm heartbroken now."

"Miss cut off girlfriend?" guess Gugun.

"Not a girlfriend, but a thump. He married someone else. I'm heartbroken for the second time, sir, hiks!" ringis Gisel's.

"Yes look for another. Men 'kan much moreover it just become a bustle, not yet a girlfriend let alone a husband," said Gugun casually.

"But as if he doesn't seem to exist. That's how he was my first love and the man who took my first kiss, sir. I can't live to see him with anyone else. Hicks! Hicks! Hicks!"

Gugun only sighed, he also felt at a loss to answer what else. In the end he just let Gisel cry while babbling, without being given any response at all.

***

Seoul, South Korea.

"Which one do you want, Dek?" rama asked while peeping Sisil's left cheek.

They are now in a shopping center near Namsan Tower. Want to choose a love padlock that will be installed later.

"Here you go." Sisil took a heart-shaped red padlock. The size is pretty big.

The girl's attitude returned to normal as usual. It seems that his anger has faded a little, maybe the effect of his stomach full plus currently invited to take a walk to enjoy the snow.

It seems like Rama's idea this time is pretty good. He will note in his heart, if Sisil is angry how to persuade other than being invited to make love is invited to go for a walk.

"No more, Dek? What are you buying?" ask Rama.

In addition to selling padlocks that are intended for tourist visitors, there are also many various kinds of clothes, jackets, hats, shoes, watches and others. The shopping center is like a mall.

"Not this ah, Om," said Sisil.

"Aren't you going to make me some favors?" tawar Rama's.

"Buy it later if we want to go home, right now we're going for a walk."

"Oh yes, yes. Yes it's ayok." Rama grabbed Sisil's shoulder and headed towards the cashier. He also asked to write the initials on the padlock. Letters R and P.

When they finished from there, they stepped out. Just a few steps walk away they have arrived at the ticket purchase queue, to enter the Namsan Tower.

"You just sit there, Dek, afraid of pegels" said Rama, pointing to a garden chair close to where they were in line.

It is not a weekend, but there are a lot of visitors. Most of them are not native to Korea, just like they are from other countries.

"No way." Sisil. Since then he stood while holding the hand of Rama who was next to him. "I want to be here watching the snow fall" he added, holding his hand up in the air.

Sisil just quibbled, when in fact he felt unwilling to let Rama stand alone because there were many beautiful bulls around him.

Their clothes are also minimal. Bikiini. Though the snow fell quite thick but they did not feel cold, in contrast to Sisil who repeatedly rubbed both palms. Both of his hands were wearing gloves.

'They're not cold, are they? How does this winter wear clothes like that? From p*rno.' Sisil sat in with an irritated heart. 'If this is the matter of Om Rama's eyes can be tarnished, if for example he later naafsu how to try?' Sisil turned his head towards Rama and quickly he closed the two eyes of the man with his palm.

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