Pick up Time
Lastri and Censor

In the morning, the atmosphere feels fresh again refreshing. Lastri and I were still lying in bed and bed linen that was tangled up by the world war of romance last night.

The lights are still not on, the candles are out, and the sun is starting to shine a sign of the change of a working day into a holiday.

My mind started planning something fun.

"Dec, we're having bad luck. Wudhu yuk's! We did battle results last night".

Lastri was still comfortable with his full face. Maybe he thought, the strongest magnet right now is on the mattress.

"Dec, wake up deck!".

"Yes, please turn on the lights I want to see the face of the mas".

Clik.

"Where is the color? How could it be shameful".

"Gini loh deck, I'm the husband on standby. So, if there's a signal for the next round, I'll do it right away, hehe".

"Oh, I'm talking about it. I'm going to clean the house loh mas", said Lastri a little frown.

"Well deck, you should know. I want to be understood by you".

"Yes, here's where the microphone is" said Lastri casually.

"What?", I said pretending not to know.

"Oh, no cokot!".

A little joking, I ran around to my simple paradise kitchen. Lastri chases without a thread. He had no solid safety so he was a little surprised when I surprised him from behind the kitchen door.

"Out!".

"Geewhilikins!", Lastri glared at the doormateness.

"Guiddo, deck! You're surprised to be like a bule!", I said, laughing out loud.

"Astaghfirullah, my! Cepetan, put on pants! 'Your 'bells' look charming!", said Lastri while smiling pervertedly.

"Gini loh deck, was in the room someone wanted to ask for a microphone ga I love. Maybe here it can".

"Where is! Cepetan, put on pants! I have no lust! I'm a laper to eat cuttlefish", Lastri grumbled like a beetle lost a tiger.

That morning, we had breakfast unsecured because everything was locked. The bathroom water is no longer too. The fabric hanging from the window barrier was also still stretched. As a result, the martyrdom of our household is still so-so, continuing until tomorrow arrives.

"Loh dek, we have not yet prayed dawn!".

"Astaghfirullah, what a sin! You did mas, last night playing rough!".

"Why blame me? Why do you have two assets that are so mountainous?".

"So, it was wrong to turn her bales" replied Lastri sewot.

The warm conversation went on until we had breakfast on a sunny day with the sun smiling wide a happy sign was coming.

"Where?".

"To Jonggol, will you?".

"Wow, distance! We finish it in the bathroom, how?" said Lastri with a seductive smile towards the demon throne in the bathroom.

"Oh yeah, still haven't had a big shower" I said.

We both walked towards the half-filled bathtub. Then, I turned on the water pump machine by pronouncing the name Allah Ta'ala. The water is flowing as hard as my love for you, the Lastri deck.

The big shower was over and the prayers left behind were no longer a difficult thing. At the end of the greeting, our prayers are recited to the Almighty God in order to be immediately given the most beautiful gift named a baby, not anu-anu fruit that we have ourselves.

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"Dek, the plan is to follow Maxim deh. Our spending money is lacking, right?".

"Yes, but I feel sorry for the heat, the rain" said Lastri memelas.

"Gini loh deck, mas plan to go to a friend's house in Simpang Kades. He said he had a car but it was not useful because most of the parking is in the garage. As a result, he wants to be registered with Maxim only but he does not want to drive" I explained to Lastri, his beloved wife.

"Tar first, his friend mas guy what girl?".

"Eh, emmm. Anu deck, hehe, chick".

Lastri glared while pinching the evil fat in my stomach. She nagged me because I might know another woman. Meanwhile, now all you have to think about is the matter of life that must be turned on.

"Gini loh dek, mas kalo kalo 'weekend' ga ngapain, mending mas streets around the city while looking for extra for money to eat. That's pretty good, right?".

"Oh yeah, the point is I'm coming!".

"Well that's it", I became confused thinking about the next plan.

"Sir, I don't take car loans? How do you know the count is right with our expenses. You see, if we rely on salary alone is not enough loh deck".

"No, I want money, not salary".

"Well, what is that?".

"Well, I don't know" said Lastri

"Gini mas, the salary is just a deposit, the money is also a deposit, all just a deposit. Allah Ta'ala determines that all is laid down. Well, if we want to be deposited money, the money will be placed where mas?".

Dirman's confused. For a moment, he walked away from Lastri in the kitchen.

"Sir, I was confused about money. Please make some coffee, don't wait on the terrace".

"Oh yes, if so. What coffee do you want? Torabika milk? Or Torabika-ro me?".

"Eh uh, not so deck, milk!", I said as I closed the door tightly.

The next scene is sorry, must be censored.