The Marriage Tragedy Mixed
Chapters 11. Rival Dues.

Joshua approached Jana who was cleaning her face in front of her dressing table. He continued to sing a sweet smile to the wife who looked at him in wonder from the reflection of the mirror.

"Jana, Baby," Joshua whispered as he kissed Jana's neck.

"Geli, uh, Baby," complained Jana as she tightened her neck with her shoulders. Her romantically bristling fur gets a soft touch from Joshua's lips. "You want to continue this afternoon?" ask her with a thumping chest.

Joshua chuckles. "If you want it."

Jana was embarrassed. "I finished my things first" he said shyly while cleaning his slightly messy dressing table with dirty cotton and facial cleanser and night cream.

"I'm waiting on the bed, Baby."

Jana giggled softly at Joshua's words that still sounded so formal.

Understandably, her husband is still in the stage of learning Indonesian.

After the jam of cleaning the dressing table, Jana was surprised to see the view on her bed. Joshua lay there without a thread. Looks something that always makes him goosebumps have been standing upright between the two thighs.

"Come, Baby," call Joshua as he moves his index finger.

"Baby, why don't you get dressed?" Jana pretends to sulk.

"I'm waiting ...."

Shamefully Jana got on the bed. Not yet had he positioned himself properly, Joshua had already moved on to pounce on him. Totally no pleasantries. After all, their heating was finished this afternoon, even though it was interrupted by Bu Galuh.

Now it's time for execution. Joshua could no longer hold back. Like a hungry lion, he devoured the beautiful body beneath it and tore it mercilessly.

Jana screamed, moaned, and whatever came out of her mouth, as her expression accommodated the wave of pleasure given by her husband.

The one-sided wild fight was completed a few minutes later, with Joshua releasing his ammunition outside. "Oh, Baby, why is it outside?" jana asked disappointed.

"I don't want you to get pregnant." Joshua laid down beside Jana.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because I don't want to have children" Joshua replied casually.

Jana's lips pouted. She wants to get pregnant fast. He was curious about the baby's face the fusion between himself and Joshua. Cute bule baby.

"Already, yes, Jana .. I want to sleep," Joshua said as he turned his back to Jana.

Jana manyun's. She wanted to sleep in the arms of her husband. While smeared his nape to sleep. But, for over a month of marriage, Jana had never slept in Joshua's arms.

Her husband, if he wants to sleep, should not be bothered. Hugged from behind he would protest. Be, even though Jana was not yet sleepy, she had to wake up by swallowing her bitter disappointment.

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Bu Galuh was neat that morning with makeup that looked a little menor. His eyebrows are painted in such a way, his lips he polishes with lipstick shimmering, then his hair that has been painted black to cover his gray hair also does not forget he is quite tall bun.

Three KW brand bags have been fortified in his arms. Not forgetting the folding fan that he fluttered to his face, even though the morning was still cool.

"Where are you going, Mom?" ask Pak Yanto astonished. It is not usual for the wife to dress this way.

"The PKK group at Bu Rofi'i's house" Bu Galuh replied, naming a neighbor about two blocks from his house.

"Loh, yes yes dong, sir. When I lost to that flirtatious neighbor next door." Bu Galuh advanced his chin pointing at the house of his Yu Party-rival.

Mr. Yanto shook his head slowly. "Mbok has to, Mom. Don't keep racing with the neighbors."

"Oh, you can't, sir. If you're no better than him, you're being ridiculed by him. Well, I don't want you, sir."

"Yes, already. It's up to Mom."

"Yes it's up to Mom. Wes yo, sir. I'm going to go to work first."

Bu Galuh breezed out of the house while wagging a fan in his hands a la socialite mothers.

At the house of Bu Rofi'i, there have been many gatherings of rural mothers of Orange Purut who average modest appearance. Except, Miss Galuh and Yu Parti of course. Two mortal enemies who always compete with each other in any case.

"Sugeng enjang, good morning, Bu-ibu Darma Wanita Kampung Jeruk Purut honorable." Bu Lurah's voice was heard starting the event. Everything in the room was silent.

"Thank you for taking the time to attend this bi-weekly routine of PKK Rahayu Kampung Jeruk Purut group. I just went straight to the subject in the group this morning, nggih."

"Look, Mom, soon the annual alms earth event will be held. The event will take place a day and night, from one suro night until the next day. As always, we from the Rahayu PKK group will certainly take part in dues to help the village expenditure. Well, about from Mothers all, want to be determined how nominal dues or want the same, monggo I invite to express his opinion."

Yu Prapti immediately brandished her index finger asking to speak. While Miss Galuh was sitting opposite him, chipping it down.

"Please, Miss Party."

"If in my opinion, yes, Ms. Lurah, I mending the exact same. Because some people want more money than others. Take me for example, Mrs Lurah. I want a lot of these tablets," said Yu Parti proudly.

"My son's future husband is a rich man. Debcollector, Mom."

"Developer, Yu Party." One of them interrupted.

"Well, anyway. The point is I want a big dues."

Hearing what Yu Party said, Galuh did not want to lose. "I also want big dues. Bigger than him," he said as he moved his chin towards Yu Party. "Yes, my daughter-in-law is bule, you know. Not still a candidate, but already my son's husband."

Yu Parti clucked. "That's arrogant. There's no proof that your ma'am's rich, really."

"Heehh, my man is his legacy a lot. Not rich there, not clear," said Bu Galuh.

"Already, already, Miss Galuh, Yu Parti. Don't have to argue. Here we are having a conversation. I want to know the opinions of other mothers. Do you want to determine the nominal?" sela Bu Lurah mediates the debate between Bu Galuh and Yu Parti.

"Simply put, Mom." The mothers in the room replied.

"I want two million, Miss Lurah." Yu Party exclaimed, while glancing towards Bu Galuh.

"I'm three million, ma'am," said Galuh Bu did not want to lose.

Yu Parti grieves. "Then I'm five million, Miss Lurah."

Bu Galuh grunted. He really did not want to lose to the neighbors who hated it so much. Then, without a second thought, he interrupted, "I'm seven million, Miss Lurah!"

Yu Party widened his eyes to hear the words of Bu Galuh. Chest's hot. He felt inferior to his neighbor and this could not allow it.

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