The pubic decay due to genderuwo displacement
bu dila vs bu rt

Mak Roro welcomes his son who comes to visit, One month does not see his son very make mak roro long.

"What do you do overseas, how can you buy a car?" Ask mak roro.

"It's not like you have that car, Mom, where can I buy it." Lying grace.

"Well, who's the car?" Search mak roro.

Laras was silent because really was very curious about the condition of grace in the overseas, Want to ask a lot but fear her husband offended.

"That's my boss's car, mak, he told me to wear it when saying goodbye to the village." Mercy words.

"Well if he wants to go how?" Ask mak roro.

"His car is a lot of mak, this is the least used." Answer grace.

"May you always be healthy and on the path of God, son, you can't help you with anything other than prayer." Fizz mak roro.

"God is not fair, Mother." The heart of grace says.

Grace hugging mak roro release his longing in this old woman, mak roro's hair has a lot of graying.

"So I go home once a month?" Rusdi his sister Grace asked.

"Yes, how else. Staying in this village is also my life very difficult." Answer grace.

"Let's rarely meet but don't forget the same wife! What else in town are many beautiful women." Rusdi remembers.

"My wife is still the prettiest." Sahut Mercy stared at the barrel who smiled shyly.

After chatting with her mother and sister, now the car of grace towards her house bu dila. Although not luxurious, but this house is quite large.

"Who came in the car?" Wonderful bu dila stopped her sweeping activity.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am." The barrel out of the car smiled widely.

"Walaikum sallam, who are you?" Bu dila dileukan.

"I'm just buk." Grace answered politely.

Bu Dila looked at her daughter-in-law who was very different, Now it is not so good anymore. Even grace looks like her clean cupping artist, What else is there a clear glasses perched on her nose.

Shirt is sky blue in a pair with black pants, the shoes match the color of the pants.

"You really run into the city? What work are you doing." Ask mom after they sit down.

"It's just a buk driver, but it's enough than working here." Answer grace.

"Well, if enough, I don't ask for anything. The important thing is your wife can change clothes and eat full." Said bu dila.

"Yes buk, with my salary and a loan from the boss as well. Baras I'm negotiating to open a loundry business, after all he's been in the business for a long time too." Mercy speech.

Bu Dila only mangosteen mangosteen signs agree, all this time he judges and is chatty because he wants to see the barrel that is always coiled.

"It's the style of going home with a car and dressing dapper, at best a stash of itchy women in town." Cemoh bu rt passing by.

"Your mouth, don't be careless! Just tell me you're envious of seeing the barrel life improve." Ms. Dila said while tracking her waist.

"Ngapain I envy the washerman babu, Ndak level cuiih." Bu rt spit in front of bu dila.

Not strong bu dila because his son was always scorned by this woman, he went forward and clawed his face bu rt.

Suddenly this was the attention of the surrounding residents, although no one separated right because they even enjoy this fight.

"Aakkh I am a poor man! I'll sue you." Threaten mom trying to escape.

But bu Dila was already confused with the talk of rt bu very brash, Laras panicked and tried to attract his mother.

"Already mom! Shame on seeing people." Shouted barrel.

"Let me beat this brash mouth, feel it." Granted bu dila slaps her mouth mira bu rt.

"Batuin dong's mas!" Shouted barrel.

The grace that was just gawking was immediately pulled his in-laws from the top of the body of the mother mira, Pak rt was immediately coming to separate his wife.

"It's already buk! Shame on seeing people." Sentak mr. rt.

"He who first scratched me mas, Belain dong me." Shouted bu rt.

"Go home now." Snapped sir rt very angry.

Akhit his bu rt took his motor and immediately went home, while holding back his annoyance to the barrel and his mother. Ms. Dila is still tracing her waist.

"Let's go in the buk, many see it." Barrel pulled her mother in.

After a little accident, now the barrel and grace have returned to their homes. With a very happy feeling, Laras arranged his groceries into a new refrigerator.

"Zinc?" Ask mercy standing next to his wife who is composing fruit.

"Thank you, may you be healthy and God provide for us." Barrel.

"It is not of Allah this sustenance." Inner grace.

Now the barrel is like everyone else, Can have a refrigerator with very full contents. The money given by her husband had not been reduced a dime.

"Tomorrow we go to the bank to create an account in your name." Mercy words.

"Would he need a mas?" Ask the barrel to cut the meat as it will cook.

"When you want to keep the money at home, at the bank it's safer race." The grace of living a cigarette.

Laras only glanced at her husband's cigarette which was a hefty price, used to prohibit his barrel smoking because he had no money.

Arising in the heart of the barrel of questions, How the life of her husband while in the city. There is also a sense of anxiety if grace will be forgotten on her.

"There are so many beautiful people?" Baras suddenly asked.

"Where are so many beautiful people to see." Sahut Mercy while playing her mobile phone.

"Are you curious about them?" Barrel fishing rod.

Grace looked up when she heard his wife's question, Laras was shocked because grace instead hugged her from behind.

"I fasted for a month." Whisper of mercy in the ears of his wife.

"It's still daylight, don't be like that." Sweat the barrel because the grace hand has gone where.

"You don't miss the same mas to?" Ask mercy flipping his wife.

"Kangen, but yeah later to not now." Barrel.

"Sarah is also home, Come on." Bring grace.

Without waiting for his wife's approval, Rahmat immediately brought her into the room and opened the kingdom that wrapped her body. Baras gulped at the pure white body of grace.