Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Isabella

Ms. Isa straightened her achy legs on the bed. He just told Jeffry to take Merry home. So Jeffry said he'd watch for a second.

Although Juno looks not like a liar, Bu Isa thinks it is necessary to send Jeffry just in case. Are there not many liars now? Hmmmm...

He sighed, lately he felt very tired. He is no longer as good as before. Luckily he was a senior nurse at the hospital. Although the position did not make her special, at least many other young nurses helped her. Either because of volunteering or because of dislike of him. There is so much hypocrisy everywhere.

Then with the arrival of Merry was at his home, inevitably he returned to remember his dark youth first.

When he fell down because of the circumstances and only tears accompanied him.

Miss Isa breathed again. He no longer wants to remember it. It was the hardest time of his life. Until he just wants to die. Then came Jeffry who treated all his wounds. Jeffry solace his soul.

Now he just wants to live happily with his only son, whom he cares for and loves with his whole body.

But the bigger the boy the more he looks like his father. Sometimes Miss Isa was very upset to see Jeffry's face, he often nagged this to resolve his frustration. Not to Jeffry, but to the man who looked like his son.

Luckily Jeffry was a good boy, when his mother nagged he would wait until his mother was tired. Then he hugged and kissed his mother to calm down.

For Jeffry, his mother's nagging is the most beautiful song on this earth. Better his mother nagged in front of Jeffry than go to the gibble with the mothers of the front complex there. Adding sin.

"Mom... Sssst... sssst..." There was a knock on the window of Ms. Isa's room.

"Momuu..."

Rushing Bu Isa opened the window of his room, Jeffry's face was nongol.

"Woo boy ra genah, through the front door there, don't kayak the thief!"

"But the key mom from the inside, how did Jeffry get in?" Jeffry Protest.

Miss Isa patted her eel, "Oalaaahhh leye. Sek sek..."

Bu Isa rushed to the front door, but his hand was held by Jeffry. It's so snarled.

"So here, ma'am, I'm responsible" said Jeffry. He climbed up to the window with agility.

Miss Isa stretched out her hand against Jeffry's ear when the boy arrived in front of him.

"Kayak maling you, hiiihhh..."

Jeffry grimaced to hold his ears so as not to come off.

"Let's mam."

Isa took off his jewelry.

"So sleep is night!"

"You sleep with me."

"You are already single, you still sleep with your mother. Not ashamed of a mustache?"

"Ssttt, mom diem aja, here no incandescent let's enjoy." Jeffry grabbed his mother's leg. Then slowly scowl.

Miss Isa nurut. It just so happened that his legs were sore today.

"Hour piro to iki, le?" (What time is it, son?)

"It's due morning ma'am."

"Hmmm. pantes wes heavy on my eyes." Sahut Bu Isa while sleepy. He positioned his pillow to make it more delicious.

Jeffry looked at his mother with pity, he should have been able to retire this mother at this time. But finding a job is not easy. Especially opening a business, where is the capital from?

His salary in the workshop was not much. Only able to help mother pay electricity, water and other dues. The rest is for gasoline and junk Jeffry.

Seeing Violin who is independent even though she is a woman is enough to make Jeffry embarrassed. He should be able to move forward again. And with his sword he dared to love the rich widow. Auto in kick first.

If his father were still alive, of course he wouldn't be this good. There is a place to complain and share the joy of his suffering. With Jeffry maybe the mother is reluctant to tell stories, afraid to burden Jeffry's mind.

Jeffry covered his mother's feet. This morning the air was getting colder. Ms. Isabella has fallen asleep deep into the dreamland. Jeffry curled up in his mother's armpit. He loves to smell mom's armpits. According to him, this fragrance is what can calm his heart. For a moment there was a soft snoring from his lips.

*****

Violin squirmed lazily as the smell of cooking greeted her nose. He glanced at the clock, still at 4am.

Who wakes up at this hour? Among them, Sofia and Pam are the only ones who get up early. But to cook? And again this weekend.

Mostly Merry, thought Violin. Then he remembered last night had not met Merry at all. As soon as she sent a short message to Juno's phone, Violin went straight into the room, taking a short shower straight to sleep.

How the kid is doing, Vio doesn't know yet. A little lazy he dragged his feet towards the pantry.

There was a giggling sound coming from the kitchen. Violin sharpened her hearing.

Then it looks like Merry is busy stirring something with Pam watching it while sitting santuy grasping a red apple.

"It's margarine Ma'am." Refuse Merry.

"Just like that, right? It's the same." Pam compared the two ingredients.

"Obviously different to Mbak, this butter is softer color. Margarine is more concentrated." Merry Clear. Pam is just a mangosteen, either understand or even stupid.

"Pam?" Hiss Violin. "Well, you two go blind this early? Arisan?" Syndicate Vio. He took a drink at a dispenser near the freezer.

"Si Merry has trouble sleeping, so I told him to make a snack." Pam answered while biting an apple.

"This Pam's sister who can't sleep, sniffed me into the room." Merry Sahut.

He recalled sleeping in his room, Pam came in, because the door to Merry's room was rarely locked. The woman then fell down beside Merry.

"Merr..." Pam Whisper.

"Hmmm..."

"Lo is the same as br3ngsek? Kepo me!" Ask Pam with her arrogance.

Merry grimaced, he did not answer. Just put the blanket back up to the head. He was afraid of Pam.

"Ck, I want this till tomorrow, but can't stand me, disturb my mind really."

The talk is not used in the first place. One o'clock in the morning this time.

Merry finally took off the blanket, so she should have told Pam everything immediately, right?

He began to take a breath, then looked at the ceiling of his room. He told me from the beginning of his meeting with Panji until the incident last afternoon.

Pam got hot, many times he cursed Panji. Take his oath.

Pam doesn't hold a grudge for Merry, she's pity. Given how all this time Merry struggled to avoid Panji to the point of sacrificing Juno.

Only one part of the story that makes Pam excited, finally he knows where the origin of Merry cuisine that is good to beat the warteg.

And so they can't sleep at all. Arguing this is it, joking, the story is not important and last...

"I'm sure I'm dong Merr. From yesterday we ate toast with butter and jam. Make breakfast with fruit juice."

"Wasn't it just toast with jam to mama?"

"The American style, dong! It's different to make your own butter clock ala chef."

"But my leg still hurts" Ma'am."

"Elo stay execution, I'm ready." Pam patted his chest.

But the truth is Merry had to work extra because Pam's work was nothing wrong.

And here they are, at 4am, digging in Vio's kitchen.

"You guys are okay, right?" violin Search. He did not smell hostility or resentment and the like.

"It's not the little keeesss, anyway we're both victims." Answer Pam. He bit his red apple again.

Violin mangosteen, "great." Fizz Vio. He was sitting in a high chair next to Pam.

Merry seemed to be limping to pick up a spatula. Pam quickly stood up to grab it first.

"Udah lo antengadon, let me take." Pam Gerrutu.

"It's wrong again." Merry's lips.

Violin frowned, "wah, it's besti-an aja both." she sneered.

"His leg hurts, it's swollen. Then go to the clinic for a check-up" Pam said. Merry just kept quiet while grinning, pain.

"The anthers." Pam again.

"Eehh, don't be mbak. I'll make a deal with Mas Juno and you'll have a chat." Refuse Merry.

"Only Juno again, you've been told to walk again." Pam sarkas.

Violin smiled, she was quite relieved. A cell phone on the table.

A message from Juno.

Unlock door. I'm ahead.

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