
"I went to the bathroom, my stomach hurt so much" I said, standing up, unable to resist the urge to defecate. My stomach feels so hot.
"Yes please mas!" Septi answered while walking to show me the way when I knew the place. This house is only a patch and I was the first one to look at it first so I definitely know where the bathroom is. There's-there's this Septi. His face looks funny because of the embarrassment.
Every time I go to the bathroom and throw away either pee or be ol I always take off my pants so as not to get splashed stool.
Peeing including mutawassitoh feces and how to remove the feces is not enough just by pouring water in the stool but by cleaning it first until clean and odorless then the last in the guyur or rinsed with water clean.
From Abu Hurairah radhiyallahu ‘anhu, he said, Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam said, “Clean yourself from peeing. Because most of the grave torture comes from the former pee.” Narrated by Ad Daruquthni.
Also narrated by Al Hakim, “Most grave torture because (former) pee.” with sanad shohih.
Most men can pee while standing by just opening the zipper then take out their vital tools and after finishing just flicking the tip then put it again into the pants.
I can't be like that because it will make the pants become unclean and can't be worn later. Therefore I always keep watch with clothes and gloves change maybe my clothes are unclean so I can change the holy clothes when going to pray.
"Oh my God....!" I was stunned when I saw my pants fall to the bathroom floor as I tried to wear them. There's no way I'm wearing it back because the pants are wet and definitely unclean. Instantly confusion ensued.
How should I get out the bathroom. I looked to the left right and found a small towel on the hanger. I had to put it on and get out of the bathroom to ask Septi for help so he could get my clothes on my motorcycle.
"M-mas??!" Septi looked awkward when he saw me. He stood staring at my open, hairy legs. The little towel I was wearing only covered part of my thigh so my aurot was exposed for real in front of him.
"Sep, please get my clothes on the motorcycle!" I said break her concentration so she doesn't linger seeing my legs which my wife thinks are the sexiest. Stumpy, hairy and dark brown, macho he said.
"I-iya mas, hold on!" He said as he passed by with a wrong attitude.
"L-yes! A minute!"
I walked into the bathroom again after looking for detergent to wash my pants. I took off the shirt and also a towel wrapped around the body so that I could wash freely and not exposed to splashes of unclean as well. Moreover, this bathroom is very mini.
"Mas Lukman, here's his shirt!" Septi said after knocking on the bathroom door.
"She wait a minute"
Suddenly there was a noise around the house. I don't know what's out there.
"They must be perverted inside!"
"Just break the door!"
"It's true, just break it!"
"She just broke RT!"
"Shelf brakkk brakkk!!!"
The sound of people banging on the door very loudly and from the sound of their numbers must be very much.
"M-mm mas!!! Mas Lukman's! My mother!!! Open door!!!" Septi hit the door of the manfi room with his palm. His voice sounded trembling and frightened.