My Match in the Hands of Duda Somplak
CHAPTER 44. All Because of Rujak Mango

"Aaaaaa, a sneak dong om, I can't stand this," She kept me screaming at her husband.

"Dear dear, this is short again," replied Adi.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...Again he sighed.

"Huh, good pleasure, right, baby?" ask Adi to him.

"Yes Om, oh look at the sweat that's a piece of corn on your face Om." She noticed the sweat on her husband's face so she was satisfied.

"Huh, I swear, it's so good." Said Adi who did not want to give up before he completely fell.

"Where? It's delicious, baby," added Adi again who asked about something.. Surely there is only Adi Him and of course God knows, what are they doing?.

If they are both enjoying something until sweat is pouring out of that pleasure, another case with the two busan who come to float due to his mind that has traveled where.

Miss Rosmah and Mak Ita, outside Adi's house. But as they were about to enter, there was the sound of them enjoying something, in the living room. And so the two men broke their intention to knock on the door, and they still wanted to listen to every whimper they took out of each other's lips.

"Mak besan, did they really enjoy it to the point of forgetting time?" Mak Ita who was spoken to was only indifferent and raised her two shoulders.

"Oh come on, Mak Ita. It's almost half an hour, are we gonna stand here until later." Imbuh Bu Rosmah again on the iron.

There is also a point in what Bu Besan said, when he we become ogoh-ogoh to guard this door. The murmur of Mak Ita in the heart, which justifies the speech of the besan.

"But if we go in too you'll be fine."

"But, do we have to wait for hours, for us to get in" said Ms. Rosma.

"We should not come at the wrong time right, said Mak Ita, as he walked to the chair outside the house, then put his buttocks.

"Udah, I've enjoyed it."

There are those who enjoy, I am the new. Mak Ita cursed in her heart. I don't know when they're done with the show.

"Hem, we've been waiting five minutes, who knows the kids are done." Said Mak Ita on the besannya Bu Rosmah.

Ms. Rosma who had been pacing back and forth like an iron, finally decided to lean on the door, and when she was cool at the top of the delusion suddenly..

BRUISES...

"MOTHER!" Excited the two of them who were none other than Adi Dan He, because surprised why his mother even acted silly, instead of entering instead of making jokes.

"Eh, sorry. Didn't accidentally back up at the door don't know you guys lock this door." Said Ms. Rosma who felt bad because she felt like she had caught them.

Adi and He were astonished by what the Mother said.

They both did not answer because the sweat still filled his face, and the mouth like a red tomato. And Miss Rosmah and Mak Ita, both concluded that they were doing afternoon sports.

The four of them were silent and looked at each other, until Mak Ita's voice broke the silence between the three of them.

"Adi, She. Why you?" Mak Ita is trying to taste stale.

"We're eating mango rujak Mak."

Mak Ita and Bu Rosmah were like lightning strikes in the hot sun, how not! It turned out that the assumption was wrong, and thought that the voice, the voice of someone who was combining love, it turned out that the voice he heard was the voice of someone who was feeling pain.

Waduh two besan mentally not tuh🤣

"We were eating rujak, made by Mak's husband, Mom. And it feels asem pedes sweet nyatu into one, so we're hahan pedes, until dry." He explained to the two old men who were still with stupid looks, in his heart as if they were thinking about something.

"Mom think you are being clumsy," said Ms. Rosma with fingers in the form of nodding at each other.

"Based on perverted-brained parents, when yes we play horses in the living room," Adi said. Who was upset because the parents thought too far.

"Don't lose our dong, wrong himself eat rujak but the sound of the cake of the married man." Mak Ita bluntly said, because he also felt that he had been worked by his son and daughter-in-law.

"Why so turn on us Mak, Mak alone his brain is running around." He did not accept, said the man who was married, with his voice that was issued, the sound of pleasure with a ripped mango.

"It must be like that, yes, a way to enjoy it, to make a melodious sound?" The curious Miss Rosmah finally asked.

"Just try Mom, later I will get the sensation," said Adi.

Then he saw the cobek on the table, and Ms. Rosmah approached the table followed by Mak Ita, to taste the rujak, which made them until they could break the sticky.

Uuu..

Whoa, shhsttt. Eums..

Ms. Rosmah seems to have enjoyed it and the sensation that she can make him crank up.

"Well, what Adi said Mom, does it taste good." Adi told his mother.

How the reaction is not so, the mango person asem, combined with the same spices that are quite spicy..Kan rem melek.

While Mak Ita, felt pain in his teeth even though he only saw, without eating, and occasionally Mak Ita swallowed his saliva with difficulty, because he could not imagine if it was him.

"Did you deliberately prank me with a mango full of a million flavors?" Not to lose the annoyance of the two of them about the voice of the married man, now he is in work again, by eating a simple widow. Uh his intention is young mango.

"It tastes like that, ma'am," she said.

"So who made this?" mama asked Rosmah to both of them.

"Om, husband? He said he wanted to eat rujak." Obviously Him.

"Oh my god Adi." Ms. Rosma was inexhaustible with her son, who already resembled a mother-female and a pregnant woman.

"Wait on! are you craving again?" Mak ita curiously finally asked.

"Who cravings Mak! My people just want to doang, because it was right to go home from the restaurant, see Mak-mak who again huddled while talking, so Adi saw him drooling. Be your own rujak and his mango De, climb in the back.

So De, pregnant or not!" cetus Ms. Rosmah.

"NO!" the answer from Him and Adi made the two old men startled.