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The Hair of Sebahu

"Where are the police officers going?" asked Myesha who had just returned to the kitchen.

There is still Faiq there, sitting while crisp fried catfish. The only food worth eating at that table.

"They must hurry back to duty. They were so full that they were calm."

Myesha saw the table, the vegetables are still a lot left. But the two plates of the former police officer are no longer there. Maybe Faiq took care of it.

"I wrapped it up for them, yes, there's a lot left over." Myesha walks to get plastic.

"Not bother. They're full too and they're sure to get rations from the post."

"Mas can't be that stingy. How they take care of us."

Not a stingy problem, about food Faiq never count. It's just that he wants to save them from the deadly vegetables made by Myesha.

Quickly Myesha stuffed the vegetables into the plastic, her heart excited as she shared something she had painstakingly made.

"Let me deliver" said Faiq as he stood up. He put the piece of catfish that lives on his head.

The vegetables in the plastic are quite a lot, Faiq can not give it. He took the motor key in the drawer before coming out.

"Where's the bike going?" ask Myesha.

"Buy cigarettes, it's not good to just give food." His lie.

Myesha only took a long oh before cleaning up the leftovers at the dinner table. Not minding Faiq who was now closing the front door, he headed for the garage. Take out Myesha's matic motor.

Yes, it is easier to go anywhere using a motorbike. More economical gasoline and easy to park. Now he and Myesha became one and with the motto husband and wife 'My yours, yours is mine' Faiq loved it.

On the road Faiq throw vegetables death ala Myesha. Tega doesn't have to. It's a pity that the police guarding his house must be poisoned. Faiq to the food stall. Buy two servings of packaged rice that is definitely worth eating.

Arriving in front of the house the two policemen were waiting for Faiq. Sit in the front seat of the mini market Riki. They're wearing black jackets.

Faiq stopped the bike not far from them.

"This sir, I'm sorry about that."

Mr. Anton took the food package. Then put it on the side chair. Faiq sat down, he wiped his face that had been hit by splashes of water on the road.

"It's okay. But have you never protested about your wife's cooking?" ask Mr. Anton. He looks much older than Faiq and Sidik.

Hearing that question Faiq shook his head, Myesha was irritable and her heart was very soft. He was afraid to hurt her.

"You should have told me not to be tormented."

"Yes, other people who eat are also tormented" Sidik added.

Indeed, Faiq could not forever let Myesha be like that. Sooner or later Myesha has to change. What if there will be an event at his house, or there are guests staying? Myesha can be ashamed if others judge her cooking.

"Yes, Sir. I will tell Myesha. Oh yeah he said something to say to me?"

"Oh yes, until I forget. Have you ever had a female guest 4 months ago? The hair is shoulder-length."

"What's wrong, sir?"

"The woman is often pacing back and forth in front of your house. We got testimony from the citizens."

"Who is that girl?"

"His body without identity, is still being examined in forensics."

Faiq nodded, they chatted until 10 p.m. Faiq decided to go home. Various questions flashed across his head about the female corpse. He will ask Myesha.

"Sha?" Faiq headed for the kitchen, not finding Myesha there. He locked the front door and went into the room. There was a sound from the bathroom.

"Sha?" call Faiq again while knocking on the bathroom door.

"Yes, it's." Myesha was there.

"Sha, 4 months ago you received a female guest whose hair is as thick as you know?"

"No, my friend was just one and he lives in Pringsewu. Never played here."

Faiq ber oh long, he sighed. Curious about the woman in question. He'll discuss this with Detective Dito. Right now there is something he should talk about with Myesha, which is about her deadly vegetables. There can be no more victims.

"Sha, about your cooking"

"What's the same with my cooking?" myesha asked as she opened the bathroom door.

Faiq's eyes did not blink looking at his wife. Myesha wears red lingeria and unraveled hair. The smell also smells tempting. Tonight the woman uses thin makeup, her lips as if to invite dancing.

"Are you wearing a lingeria?" ask Faiq astonished. Though some time ago Myesha still uses her favorite mustard.

"Yes, I'm done coming this morning. So tonight could be anu-anu same mamas." Myesha touched Faiq's spoiled belly with her index finger. "Oh yeah, what did you say about my cooking?"

The job of the police is to protect the people. It is fitting that the two policemen make sacrifices. The pity that had lingered in Faiq's heart about the agony of their tongues was instantly gone.

"It tastes good." Faiq gave a thumbs up. Her eyes are not separated from the sexy body of Myesha.

The woman smiled brightly, she hit the chest of the spoiled Faiq. "Ih Mas too muji, even though when I was tasting it was normal aja loh."

For now let him tormented eat Myesha's cooking, at least until the installment is paid off and the snake does its job well.

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