The Retaliation of a Wife Considered a Household Parasite
158: Widy Wariyem
“Yes Allah, do You indeed not allow the servant to meet Widy, until the struggle of the servant to make the servant sweat like this?” Mr. Haji was almost out of breath after guiding his motorcycle along the street, with no other human life besides himself.
“If the reality is so, I will struggle even more, yes Alloh! Because, servants like Arjuna who are handsome but also have a lot of love. Servants are like knights! Knights traveller love! So, it has become a typical servant if I never give up before winning!”
Pak Haji gradually watched the atmosphere around. “This demit and softness must be fascinated see me work hard, guiding a motor full of sweat like this. Because if it's gini, I'll look sexier! Although since twenty years ago, my stomach so sharp, like the nose of Shah Rukh Khan, my wife compact said my stomach is also cute, like seven months pregnant!” lirih Pak Haji who until this moment still can not see the light of life, apart from the expanse of stars and also the moon that adorns the stretch of the night sky.
In order to find safety, the widow worshiper's old man deliberately turned back because after advancing to the road that Widy and Andri went further, Haji still did not find a settlement. Maybe it has been almost an hour, Haji sir guided the bike, and now it finally came to fruition.
Mr. Haji began to see light from the surrounding settlements even though the light there was mostly opaque. “Alhamdullilah, finally there is a stall that sells gasoline too! All rest, let's add handsome!”
Filling his motorbike with gasoline, black coffee while smoking, and lastly a fad asked Widy to the young man who happened to also hang out in front of the stall while ginggi.
“Oh, Mbah find the beautiful Widy is not it?” ask the guy who picks up the guitar and is ready to pick it up.
Pak Haji was immediately excited not to play other than the man who was immediately convinced that the Widy in question was indeed the Widy he was looking for.
“Janda, right?” ask Haji to make sure.
“Bohay, anyway!” they believe there are five.
“Jos! Thank you very much!” say Mr. Haji until thrusting his two thumbs. He was already hanging on his motor matic, but he still gave two pieces of money a hundred thousand, to one of the young men there. “Divided-for, yes! Make buy coffee!”
“Thank you very much, Mbah!” said the guy who still holds the guitar. “Later from here, Mbah turn left, straight on. At the second intersection, Mbah turned left again. Well, his house mbak Widy in front of his house there is a salon trim his hair. There are not five minutes from here!”
“Salon? How about a salon, yeah, not a stall? What is so multitalenya, so that Widy can trim her hair and have a salon?” thought Pak Haji immediately excessive spirit. He immediately said goodbye and was answered very warmly by the five young men earlier.
“Masya Alloh Deck Widy, .. trim your hair just good, let alone prune my heart?” batin Pak Haji who then ngakak himself. He went out of the way of his existence, faced with a crossroad and the road is much nicer because it was paved. In addition, the width of the road is also twice-fold from the road he left.
“She turned left. After that straight continue, well if there is a second intersection ..'' said Mr. Haji and about five minutes later has arrived in front of the house sought. There is indeed a salon berketangan: SALON WIDY.
Pak Haji deliberately parked his motorcycle in the front yard of the salon and happened to not close until Pak Haji felt it could be part of his windfall. Then what immediately Pak Haji did was to tidy up his appearance. He wiped his sweat with money from his wallet, remembering he had neither a tissue nor a handkerchief. After getting closer, Haji deliberately greeted me very gently.
There are those who are cutting hair, mothers and toddlers aged about two years.
“Excuse me, good night, .. I want to ask, want to find Widy!” said Mr. Haji is still excited. “Ya Alloh turned out actually from afternoon I've been through here!”
“Oh, a minute well,” said soft voice of woman who from behind only, already looks very beautiful. He was shaving a toddler about two years old who was held by the mother. But after the figure turned on and looked at Hajj sir, Haji sir immediately said, “Innalilahi, SWORD!”
“But I am Widy, Mbah!” sure while kemayu.
“Hah! So-genesis!” Mr. Haji was almost hanging because of it. He chose to run away, but like a horse, the transvestite who claimed to be named Widy was immediately approached and then held it very tightly.
“Heh! Freelance, freelance!”
“Who is gini?” Mr. Haji had to cry because his woman continued to hold him from behind. Especially even though he had recited the verse of the chair and other prayers, the transvestite continued to ask to be spoiled by him.
“Manja-manja embrace you!” upset Pak Haji while hitting the origin of the transvestite's head. Widy carbitan's false hair until it detached after she snapped. Of course, as he feared, Widy looks carbitan is really scary if without fake hair.
“Haaaaaah!” haji even fainted.
The mothers who were there and initially laughed at the fate of Mr. Haji, immediately became worried.
“That's real fainting, Dy!” said the mothers.
The body of Mr. Haji lies limp on both legs of Widy.
“In the meantime, I give you artificial breath first,” Widy said and immediately made Haji hysterical, no longer pretending to faint.
“Apes, apes this! I could have been told wariyem!”
“I Widy, Mbah. Widy Wariyem!” sure Widy.
Meanwhile, in a different place, Kalandra who just entered the room, caught the wife folding baby clothes.
“Yes very funny!” Kalandra immediately stirred and Arum immediately blushed. He approached and placed the mug containing his sweet tea on the nightstand.
“Weekend tomorrow, baby shopping again, yuk? Yesterday I just bought a diaper as little as baby clothes,” said Kalandra who then sat down please.
Arum immediately nodded enthusiastically. “But, indeed the case of Mr. Yusuf has been settled, Mas?”
“Not until the weekend surely already!” said Kalandra who gradually curled up in Arum's lap. Not only that because he also buried his face in his wife's stomach.
“Two months later yeah, we meet!” lirih Kalandra while stroking his wife's stomach using the right hand.
“But the weekend tomorrow we stop by to buy ice cap elephant sitting has Septi, right, Mas?” sergeant Arum after putting the baby clothes he folded, into the clothes bed next to him.
Kalandra laughed immediately. “That's who gave the name of the ice anyway, how tickling? Representing a reality that cannot be left running! Yes Alloh, amit-amit. ” Not to forget, he stroked his wife's stomach. Especially so far, there are too many magical things from the people around them, especially Septi, Pak Haji, and also Fajar Pongah. There is just a tickling behavior that makes Kalandra must often say “Amit-amit!”
“It looks like between Septi what Pak Haji, yes,” reply Arum while staring at the husband.
“But jerk, ... instead of next weekend, so Sspti's wedding day and Fajr's bang? Yes even though there will only be an ijab kabul event?” sergeant Kalandra is still sleeping on his wife's lap. But because Aidan woke up, he immediately approached the boy from his cot.
Weekend tomorrow, Septi same Fajr wedding. They really want to be a husband full of dreams, so you do not forget the condition, yes!