Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Jeffry

The breeze of the night breeze mixed with the pollution of the metropolitan city hit the pretty face of Violin.

A flower widow who is currently sitting on her side hugging a young man who smells as fragrant as her body craze refill perfume sellers.

Somehow, Vio was so enjoying this trip, just a few meters from where his car broke down. But incised warmth in his heart.

It might be true that he needed fresh air to heal his soul. Or take a vacation vacation time? Her thought. Ah, but a holiday alone that there is a crazy boss.

"Jef, where's your house?" Vio knows the boy's name is Jeffry. He had met on the street. It helped me not knowing his name.

Jeffry who was pouring fuel turned his head at a glance, Violin was stunned staring at the silhouette of Jerry's face, looking rancid but dazzling. Typical bad boy contemporary. At school, it was possible to model like Jeffry, his idol ciwi-ciwi throughout school.

"So, this is Tan. This road is straight, at right turn, next to the patrol post." Answer Jeffry.

"Well, we're neighbors." Violin's face sparkled.

Jeffry scrunched his forehead, he memorized all the inhabitants of this complex. But this elite-faced Violin has not been stored in his brain data base.

"The new house." Vio.

"Oohh... whose pager is the rich height of Sisca Kohl's house?"Jeffry flicked his finger.

Sisca Kohl's? Violin doesn't know this Sisca guy like him. Ah, maybe his friend Jeffry, Vio thought. Finally he just nodded small.

"Anjay, he lives in the complex like this Maybach dooongg. Very happy, Tan! Cost of the car from his house." Jeffry closed the hood and sat on it leisurely.

Uh cooking anyway? Violin doesn't even know.

"Well, at least get to sit in an expensive car before the OTW cantaloupe." Jeffry Mumbled. His spontaneous language style looks cute in Vio's eyes. So loose and without burden.

"Mending Aunty replace the car with a cheaper one, afraid to be inceran maling." Jeffry's Advice. He regretted the car as smooth as this is just parking in front of his complex house.

"Your neighbor." Violin Cibir.

"If I had the intention of turning his heart into a car." Jeffry smiled gently at Vio.

"I found a crocodile complex!" Vio laughed loudly. Shows his sweet tooth. Jeffry was stunned for a moment. He was speechless as if he saw aprodhite coming down from heaven. So pretty!

"Ehem, Auntie first yes, I'm following you behind." Jeffry salting. He opened the car door, let Vio in safely and closed it slowly.

Vio opened the glass, "thanks to Jeff. Next time I'll eat." Vio said sincerely.

Jeffry slightly bent his body, aligned with the car window glass that made his face and Vio's face so close. Their breaths were warm too.

"Can't you just do the tract? Breakfast or dinner, maybe?" Fresh Jeffry.

"Okee..." Vio made Jeffry's offer. He closed the glass and slowly started to run his car. Jeffry followed from behind. As Violin turned into the courtyard of the house, she pressed her horn once, Jeffry replied and then passed towards his house cheerfully.

Just now Jeffry turned off his motorbike, had not had time to step on the standard, the sound of the mother's cry immediately blared from inside the house.

"Jupriiii... What time is it now? Don't go home!"

The gentlemen at the patrol station looked around all staring at Jeffry.

Jeffry covered his head with a hoodie, crazed.

******

Early in the morning, when his mother had not finished worshiping, Jeffry exited his room to the kitchen. He wants to have coffee. His eyes were hard to sleep. When closed even a violin smile that wara-wiri.

He ruffled his hair in frustration. Never before has he been like this to the opposite sex. But with Violin, why does it feel so straight away? Is it because of Vio's big chest? or b*kong semoknya that seems very chewy when kneaded? Aaahh, her body is also tiny and it feels right in Jeffry's arms.

Hush, Jeffry repeatedly resuscitated his dirty thoughts, he believes if not for the physical that attracted his heart. Nor is it because of the seductive Mercedes Benz Maybach Exelero.

Last night he came out of the house many times to peek at Vio's house from his home pager. Miraculously just by looking at the fence of the house Vio alone has treated the longing Jeffry. Is this what love is called at first sight? Why would Jeffry look like a madman?

Until the umpteenth time Jeffry out of the house by wrapping his body with a cloth Gajah cap sarong in his grandfather's legacy. The fathers who are on night patrol until ignorant tease him.

"Former Jef? Don't worry about people, your sins!"

Jeffry went back into the room, this time with a restless mind. Violin is married? Why did she look like a single last night? He should have called the lakai, right? Almost called the shop. Is her husband still busy at work?

Ah, but the age of Vio is married, after all it looks well established and mature. Then especially? I don't think Jeffry would.

And until dawn Jeffry's eyes still reluctant closed.

"Babies are still empty, have you made coffee, Le?" His mother approached Jeffry who was still dumbfounded at the dining table with a black coffee glass that was half-full. He poured the rice and washed it in the sink. Jeffry looked at his mother.

The forty-seven-year-old woman looked fresh. Her hair was partially bleached but her mother still let it natural without paint. Although the skin has been slightly slackened, but the beauty of her youth is still left clearly. Maybe this is the factor why Jeffry grew up with a beautiful face.

His mother was a natural beauty, a tough woman who really nagged if her only child came home late at night.

Everyday Jeffry worked in a workshop, since he was in school he did work to ease the burden of his mother. After school till night he'll be in the workshop.

His mother worked as a senior nurse in one of the top hospitals. Marina Medika. Although senior, his salary is not too big, just enough for food and daily necessities. While paying for Jeffry's school, sometimes he owes it to his friends.

As a child who grew up just from the affection of a mother, Jeffry was a sensitive child. He tried not to bother his mother.

Her father died when she was a child from heart disease. Jeffry often made pilgrimages to his father's tomb, which was located some distance from home. Maybe twice change the car.

His mother often refused when Jeffry asked for a pilgrimage. Once, my mom took Jeffry when he was Junior High. Although the mother said that his father's tomb was very far away, Jeffry still wanted to see his father's navel. At that time he envied his friends who always told him about the figure of a father. How they played ball, fished and went to Timezone with his father.

Jeffry, just a picture of his father he doesn't have. Mother said their house had burned and spent the entire building of the house, no items could be saved. Fortunately, their lives are still protected.

Now that he is an adult, he is getting used to living without a father. He no longer whines this to his mother. Seeing her mother struggling alone made her look useless.

Although the desire to study is very high, but what does it mean if there is no cost. Jeffry continued to work in the workshop, while trying to find another job with a larger salary.

But lately his desire has changed. Every day seeing bang Roni, his workshop boss was just a foot-barge while coffee ngawasin his employees work to make Jeffry envious. He wants to be like Bang Roni. Have your own business, although not big is okay. As long as he's the boss, not the jongos.

"Assynoltom..."

The girl's voice surprised Jeffry's daydream.

"Wa'alaikum..." Answer mom and Jeffry together.

"Sopo? Try it on the check." Tell Jeffry's mother. He was busy cutting vegetables.

Jeffry went to the front, opening the door for his guests.

"Who are you from?" Jeffry asked his guest. A beautiful woman, her eyes big and witty, carried a pot in her hands. I don't know what it was, Jeffry couldn't peek because the pot was sealed shut.

"Eeehh, is this Jeffry's mas?"

Jeffry nodded his head saying, "i'm not a vegetable mateng you know mbak." whispered Jeffry. The mbak giggled.

"It's the cover of Violin's mother, mas. Rendang for breakfast. He said thank you. If you'd like it tonight at seven o'clock Jeffry was invited to dinner at home."

Jeffry received the pot in astonishment, as if receiving Violin's body to embrace. Uh...

"I'm sorry, let's go."

Jeffry blank, he even forgot to say thank you to the mother.