The Naughty Disciple Trap
That's What?

Satria could only sigh heavily when he saw Mashayu's car passing through slowly and did not stop to just stale. Though he pushed his motorcycle because of the money leftover to buy coffee that he would make to buy gasoline was forced not to return because he had to pay for the food of the wife.

Actually Satria could have asked for help from his men in the workshop, but earlier he got news if his men were bothered because many customers came, but he was told, in addition, the weather does not support making Satria reluctant to bother. Satria kept pushing the motor to the nearest ATM machine to pick up the cash.

Satria's current situation is soaked, responsibility if he has to take shelter first. Satria walked up to one of the banks that was still open. By rubbing his wet face Satria slowly entered there with many pairs of eyes staring pity.

Now Satria can breathe a sigh of relief, finally he can buy gasoline after two kilos walk the motor. Lucky not far from there there was a gas seller, Satria just filled his motor gas tank and rushed to go home.

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"Astagfirullah Le, why not take shelter first? The sampe was soaked like this," exclaimed Mother who was surprised to see Satria arrive home wet.

Mashayu who had reached home since then and joined Mom in the kitchen, immediately turned her head after hearing her mother-in-law's voice so loud. He saw Satria's paled face, probably because it had been raining for too long and now the man was cold.

"Nanggung Ma'am, kadung wet. Yes, I went to the room first Mom wanted to take a shower. If you don't bother please make me ginger wedang! It's cold" complains Satria. Satria was not aware if there was a Mashayu who was watching him from the kitchen.

"Yes later I make it, quickly take a shower and do not forget in the eucalyptus oil line so as not to catch a cold! If you need to ask your wife to put it on her back, " Mom said then she turned to the kitchen, "please sayu!"

Mashayu looked excited, how could she do that. Just touch can be counted how many times and never because intentionally. This must continue to see Mr. Satria bare-chested and let his smooth hand rub Mr. Gamon's back. It feels impossible that he will do.

"How I refuse it, it doesn't taste as good as Mom."

"Shayu," called Mother again, Satria looked uncomfortable until she shook her head at her mother.

"Oh... I... I.. Yes Ma'am.Nanti Mashayu to the room take care of Mr. Satria and bring his wedang gahen."

Mom smiles to see Mashayu taking care of her son. I know the two are still equally awkward, but maybe with the intermediary rain that soaks the body of his son, can unite the two in one taste.

"I went to Mom's room" said Satria.

Satria immediately went to the bathroom to take a bath, her body was too cold and could not wait to enjoy a warm drink made by Mother. Satria also did not publish an answer from Mashayu, he knew very well if Mashayu had to say so.

In the kitchen Mashayu pay attention to Mother, how to make ginger wedang. Before Satria came home she was so enthusiastic when Mom taught her how to cook. Maybe because since childhood has been left by his mother, so he never did homework with the Mamah. Losing the figure of Mamah did make him unable to do any household affairs, because all was already taking care of. Who else if not the Mbok who takes care of and takes care of the house since he was a child.

Mashayu was also given a lot of advice on how to take care of the husband and the role of the wife in the household. At first he was lazy to bring up the problem, because there was still a sense of annoyance at Satria. However, looking at the happy face of a hopeful Mother it was not heart-breaking to ignore. I was so patient and gentle with her. It would be a pity if one day he was no longer part of this family.

"It's over, quickly love your husband! He must have finished his bath and needed a warm one!" Mom gives Mashayu a cup of ginger wedang.

"Dikelonin ma'am to be warm!" sahut Cakra who just came home, because waiting for the rain to subside.

"Hushhh you're a little girl talking about kelon-kelon! Learn to be smart and graduate school!" said Mom a little sewot. While Shayu received the cup with a smile to hear Mother's ravings on Cakra.

"Well how are you with Shayu Bu, we sepasaran means I can also get married." Cakra tried to defend himself, what's more a little annoyed to see the face of Shayu who was mocking him.

"Different, Shayu woman you man. The woman was taken by her husband, is how you want to bring a wife, boyfriend just do not have. What do you want to eat if you don't have a salary? Eating grass?"

"It's my wife's goat!" chirp Cakra with a mashayu's head while the girl wants to pass through.

Cakra did not budge, the young man immediately entered the room to cleanse himself.

Mashayu again stepped into the room, she entered to coincide with Satria coming out of the bathroom. Before long, the girl's eyes widened as she watched Satria come out bare-chested.

"Aaaaggghhhh.. mm..."

"Why are you yelling sich? Others will think I'll do you!" sewot Satria with a frenzy that was currently covering Shayu's mouth with one hand.

Mashayu removed Satria's hand from her mouth and thrust the cup without looking at Satria who was now standing next to her.

"Why?"

"Wear clothes first sir! You are ruining my holy eyes! Pede really, really, really does have a stomach like torn bread. I'll be torn asunder and you know the taste!" sewot Mashayu was upset.

Satria did not realize that she had come out without clothes. He only kneaded his temple after finding out the reason Mashayu screamed, then sipped the ginger wedang without switching from where he stood.

"It's so warm..."

Satria glanced at Mashayu who was still silently turning her back. She smiled faintly then placed the cup on the dressing table.

"So what did Mom tell you? Do it!" Actually Satria was uncomfortable because she was never bare-chested in front of women. What's more, now he only wears a towel but mengjai Mashayu seems necessary, until he takes off his discomfort and erodes the distance to Shayu.

"Come on!"

Mashayu who has since played his fingers is now increasingly tighten both palms. Shayu's face flushed imagining his hand coming into contact with Satria's skin. He closed his eyes with his heart beating.

"Hurry up!"

"Ta..Ta's...But sir, I ..mmmm.nPak please wear it yourself can, my hand is still a virgin sir. Never touched any man's body, still original. So, you wear it yourself! It's old, it's experienced."

Shayu's mischievous remarks made Satria shake her head, the old words that were thrown from Mashayu's lips gave Satria a headache. Though he was only 24 years old and it was very young, only five years different from Mashayu.

"Take the white wood oil!" titah Satria's.

Mashayu quickly opened her eyes and picked up the eucalyptus oil that was on the dressing table. He immediately gave it to Satria by continuing to throw his face away. But Satria who again sipped ginger wedang, did not accept making Shayu upset himself.

"Sir!"

"What?" answer's relaxed.

"Yourself..." Shayu quickly turned around and grabbed Satria's hand to give her the eucalyptus oil, but because her movement was too fast and a little rough made her accidentally pull the winding of the towel coiled around Satria's waist.

"Abkkkhh...That's what?"