Menstrual Blood Pellets
Beginning of meeting

Farhan Handoko is a successful businessman, who is very affectionate with his family. At the age of ten, she had three children. Two men and one woman. They consist of ten-year-old Alvin, six-year-old Alya, and two-year-old Alfian.

Living in luxury then, does not make both Farhan and Marisa's couple arrogant. They often entertained other families, to come to his house. Gather together, and exchange opinions.

One day, Farhan was celebrating his forty-year anniversary at a restaurant. Farhan wanted to share his happiness by inviting all his colleagues and extended family, as a thanksgiving for having been given such abundant rizky by the Supreme Lord.

Because the rented restaurant is themed out door, then deliberately Farhan rented a single orgen to complete the party. Marisa laughed gigglingly as her husband swayed with a laughable body gesture.

"Don't jog down like that dong Pa, shy of old. Billions more," said Marisa, pinching her husband's waist.

"Asik tau, yuk shaken and kept until morning.." he shouted. And connected with the sound of a laugh loosely from each of the invited guests.

The core event is finished, now only enjoy entertainment while eating snacks, and drinks available at the table.

Soon the guest star of the orgen came. He seemed to be in a frenzy, walking in high heels and carrying such a large bag.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm late" said the woman, and passed to the stage provided by the restaurant.

"Yes, please."

The woman, about thirty-six years old, opened her big jacket. So look, the shape of the woman's body. So sexy, with sleeveless clothes and collars so low, looks her cleavage poking upwards.

Instantly the men moved forward to the front of the stage, as a result, the women moved their lips, because they were annoyed at the behavior of their husbands.

They all dissolve in the chants of the song performed by Jelita, her body meandering following the sound of music that is getting louder.

There were several women, one of Farhan's brothers approached Marisa. "Tante, know where the dangdut singer is? Didn't know I'd hire a beautiful singer like that,"

"Tante and Om don't even know, May. Suddenly the arrival of a famous artist, "elegantly, with a look at each other.

Maya is Farhan's niece, it just so happens that since childhood she was able to see astral beings. Easily, Maya shows her dislike for the woman who is currently showing her performance.

The woman, immediately pulled Azis-husband to invite him away from the stage. "What the hell is it, May?" Azis glared at his wife because he felt his activities were disturbed.

"You know what, the woman had a pile on her face. I'm not gonna let my family, trapped by that woman,"

"You don't overdo it, ah. I don't like it!" Azis pulled his arm and returned to the stage to enjoy the song dangdut koplo.

Maya is so upset, her behavior can be seen by everyone who also does not like Jelita, who tries to look the maximum.

As the day wore on, Farhan and the family prepared to leave the restaurant area. No exception Jelita. The woman, apparently waiting for his subscription online ojek. Politely, the woman nodded her head as she passed Farhan.

"Wanna go home?" asked Farhan, who walked alone with his wife.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for inviting me, entertaining on my birthday, Father," he said.

But for some reason, Marisa felt that her smile was suspicious.

"Yeah, I'd like to ask. Who asked you to come here?" Marisa was still curious, who was the person behind the dangdut artist in front of her at this moment.

"Em, that's Ma'am. Mr. Nadim, his friend. Coincidentally he asked, I was also paid the same he. So you and Mom don't have to pay me anymore" he explained.

Instead of answering, Farhan simply nodded while continuing to look at Jelita who was looking the other way. Maybe she didn't want to, Marisa had put her suspicions on him.

Before long the online motorcycle taxi that was anticipated by Jelita came, he kindly said goodbye to go home first. But for some reason, Farhan so admired Jelita's beauty that now his shadow almost disappeared in the night.

Marisa patted the husband's shoulder.

Bugs...

"Kok even daydreamed, already awaited the children in the car. Kasian's already drowsy."

As he became aware of something unknown, Farhan followed his wife's steps and got into the car.

Apparently Alya, noticed her slightly strange papa movements. Because when he came out of the toilet, the little girl accidentally saw her papa was talking to the dangdut artist.

When the new mama put her body in the front seat, next to the wheel, Alya asked her. "Ma, Papa why the hell?" while looking at the father who had just entered the car, with a full glance.

"Either, so like to be dumb yourself, Dek," replied the honest mama.

"Kok, can you? Even though Papa likes to talk, why do you like to talk?" again, the basic Alya likes to ask so se kepo it.

"What the hell, talking about the person next to the person. Wouldn't it be rude, fall so ghibah or nyindir this?" finally the voice came out from Farhan's lips.

The three of them finally laughed. Alfian and Alvin were closing their eyes at the time, so the follower was dissolved by the chatter of the three of them.

"Eat him, don't keep his job. So do not know, if Alya had seen Papa chatting coolly with the queen dangdut Jelita in front of the toilet." Alya satirized the older brother who started to close his eyes.

Somehow Alya's words, immediately make the atmosphere that was once normal is now silent for a moment. Alya looked towards her parents, both silent and staring at each other.

"Why silence, Alya said it wrong?"

Soon Alvin silenced the lips of his sister, who liked to talk as well as he could.

"Em, what'an the hell, sister. Release!" Alya rebelled.

"Don't like talking adults, Dek. Not good."

As the biggest boy Alvin was always the mediator, when his parents began to quarrel. So that her sister would stop saying what she had just seen.

"Is that right, Pa?" ask Marisa, full of probes.

"Just have a casual chat, thank you for entertaining the invited guests. That's it, nothing more,"

"But how does my heart say something else, Pa?"

"Here you go, I was driving. The debate is at home."

Farhan began to focus on driving and the unexpected incident, so that his heart went awry. Actually, the incident was just an ordinary chat but somehow there was a strange feeling.

Every time he met and talked to Jelita, it always made his heart happy and like there was a match. What is this feeling?