YOUR LOVE IS DISAPPEARING
Chapter 32
Evening greeting still with a drizzle stroking spoiled, Mayang just closed his shop, because he already showed at ten o'clock at night.
At the beginning of opening a clothing store Mayang did not dare to go home at night, after getting used to himself feeling comfortable with what he did despite the fatigue he felt so long.
"Yey I've come home" cried the boy who lived with his grandmother. The nine-year-old boy has always been faithful to open the door for the return of his mother.
"Yes. This is your favorite food," said Mayang handed him a pastic pack containing his son's favorite chicken.
So excited the boy accepted it and ran to his grandmother and offered the middle-aged woman to eat with him, while Mayang rushed to the bathroom and cleaned himself.
Shortly after Mayang cleaned himself up, Ali was already asleep on his grandmother's lap. They don't have much time to learn and play together. The task that should be carried by her husband is now forced to carry in order to meet the needs of the family that she loves so much.
Drizzle alternated with rain, splashing water sounded so shahdu mutually unpretentious, so that Mayang eyes closed in a troubled heart to think who will guide Ali later.
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In a different place, Rohman was struggling with someone of the same sex. No more disgust as usual, the taste became opium for him at this time, especially Rohman received so much money if what he served was a waving man.
"I'm so satisfied with your service, handsome." The man with the bust smiled sweetly at Rohman and landed a fleeting kiss on Rohman's sexy lips.
The slender man came out in his sexy clothes after throwing some money ties on their former bed.
Tonight Rohman he does not serve one, but also serves several aunts who need the caress of a man. Moreover, Rohman is handsome, many idolize him, not only mothers and aunts but many girls are fascinated by his good looks.
But one difficulty for Rohman, his possessions are difficult to stand if serving aunty, forced the high body to consume stimulant drugs so that his property stiffens perfectly.
As Rohman cleans himself in the bathroom, a beak woman enters his burrow which is indeed unlocked.
"Handsome!" He strangled her while dropping her sexy-looking body on the bed for grooming.
"Before a while" replied Rohman who was still in the bathroom. The tall body came out of the bathroom with wet hair.
The passion of wanting to enjoy that tall body radiated clearly from the middle-aged woman's gaze.
"Ready?" The middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows.
"Drink that first." Rohman pointed at the nightstand which located several grains of medicine that he usually consumed, ranging from herbal medicine to topical medicine.
The middle-aged woman thought Rohman was taking stimulants to add satisfaction to her. A few minutes passed after taking the drug Rohman groaned, his stiffened and ready to hit.
"Ready, Honey?" The middle-aged woman said so spoiled as she stroked Rohman's lying chest, while Rohman nodded and poked her lips. The two dissolve in a relationship that they should not have done.
An hour passed the bodies of the two weakened marks reached the end point in the battle without bloodshed, only the shedding of fluids (hehe Sorry). The middle-aged woman who was still on top of Rohman's body inched to the side then dropped her body slowly.
"Tired." It was slow, but Rohman did not respond at all. The tall man grabbed the tissue and wiped the sticky liquid.
The middle-aged woman who was still quite sexy moved from the bed and picked up her clothes scattered on the floor and wore them.
His hands deftly reached into his small bag and put the money on the nightstand, Rohman stared at it without any response.
With Rohman's eyes closed, the man fell asleep in an unholy state.
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"Wake up!" The old woman who owned the pleasure room wrapped in hell shook Rohman's body slowly.
"Still sleepy, Mom. Two rounds a night, "Rohman chuckles a little in disappointment.
"Great! Where's the rations, Mami?" The old woman asked Rohman for her right, without answering Rohman simply pointed at the nightstand.
The old woman who used to greet Rohman mom took a few strings of money and left Rohman unmoved.
The sun doesn't wait, someone is ready or not, time goes on. Rohman touched his hungry stomach, and last night's battle left him helplessly exhausted.
With a lazy sense of a tall body that began to be a little thin it went from the top of the bed and then to the bathroom to clean itself, menguyur body that smells of love last night.
"Ah, this is better," she said as Rohman walked out of the bathroom and changed into clothes.
His hand took the money on the nightstand without remaining, put it in the backpack he used to wear, towards the bottom floor that had begun to quiet, the night butterfly was no longer visible because the sun had risen.
Yesterday Rohman did not come home to his mother, he was so long for his mother's food and promised Eti - his youngest sister to take a new motorcycle installment because Eti needed a motorbike to go to college every day.
"Assalamualaik." He said shortly after the second wheel landed in front of the house perfectly.
"Mom thinks you're not home. Mama ga cook, yesterday mama cook you did not go home," said the woman who had given birth to him after previously answering the greetings from her son, who, while Rohman was only silent because it was like that his mother was also innocent because she did not cook.
"Tb ... Buy food!" Rohman shouted because he knew his youngest brother was in the room because it was a weekend.
"Good!" Half-run Eti approached his brother and grabbed the money Rohman had just taken out of his bag.
"Round of spit food, told by Nyapu lazy," Yeyen said to her daughter who had passed away from home.
Rohman's footsteps stopped as he was about to enter the room he occupied.
"Can you lend me some money, son?" Yeyen touched her son's hand slowly.
"Not to borrow. How much do you need?" Rohman asked looking at the woman who had given birth to him who was still staring at him.
"Ten million to pay the bank money and the interest that accumulates" said Yeyen lying.
Yeyen is originally a wasteful woman who used to spend money to shop for luxury clothes and luxury jewelry. Not many think Rohman took out some money and gave it to the woman who gave birth to him. At once Yeyen's eyes twinkled at the money that was before her at this moment.
Without them realizing Tuti was standing at the doorway watching Rohman hand over the money to Yeyen with a large sum.
"For dong, Dek," chirped Tuti who suddenly entered without saying hello. Rohman stared in dislike at his cousin's brother who had refused him just to hitchhike a few nights.
"So I don't think I exist" said Rohman, turning his gaze to look the other way.
"Whoever. But Yo yesterday, I'm still kere, right now also kere," said Tuti advancing his lips a few centimeters.
"Well." Yeah." Rohman gave a hundred thousand dollars worth of money, but not as much as he gave his mother.
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True friends exist when we are at our lowest, not at our safe. If they are there when we are at a safe point then they only consider friendship only as a pretense.