Pick up Time
What happened to Lastri?

Beep.

Hape.

"Mas Dirman, come home in the afternoon with martabak! Look out!" said Lastri.

"Waduh dek, masmu loh no work sampe malem. Tomorrow morning, the responsibility is tomorrow's holiday" said Dirman.

"Yes, the point is I want martabak. The message is good yes, period!", said Lastri a little pushy.

"Yes, it's still daytime gini don't be angry tar batter semalem ga so loh!".

"Eh, uh, uh! What dough? I ain't making no shit mas".

"Adonan love deck, kan semalem we ride fighter jets, hehehehe".

"Huuuu, ngawur! Yes, lunch was there first. I didn't finish the house first" said Lastri.

"Yes deck. Oh yeah, Lola's here to send greetings to you. He said he wanted to nitip the Jersey Emyu, wanna use the deck?".

"What a hell, I don't like balls. I like you!", Lastri's tone was a bit pouting.

"Yes, try to see WhatsApp I sent a photo of Lola this morning using Jersey to the office. You might not want to lose if you look at it".

Moment later.

"That's why he used it. It must be a tool, right? Come home now! I wait, period!".

"Loh, deck. I'm working again!".

"No, just go home now!".

"Yes, I have permission from the boss".

"Yes".

Beep, beep, beep.

Dirman turned on his motorbike after leaving the office to meet Lola, the prima donna of Dirman's heart. In the room that says S.H.E. Office, Lola was left out. Lola just smiled in response to that. He might understand what happened with the crisp smile that was conveyed to him: jealousy!

"Ah, the important thing is to go home first! I can't stay this long".

Upon his arrival near the intersection of four, Dirman bought a martabak favorite of Lastri. Only, the usual stuffing ordered is not available. Then, inexhaustible, Dirman immediately tried another taste (Durian cheese). He has been a durian since he married Lastri. Moreover, the durian that he parted together on the night of his bride.

"Lastri definitely likes Durian" he thought.

After the order was completed, Dirman rushed to arrive at his small rented house. Not widely indeed, there are four red doors lined up to the north. However, it is quite enough for newly married couples and not yet blessed with children.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Dek, I'm here! Assalamu'alaikum! Deck!", cried Dirman.

"Come in, you're not locked!".

"Well?".

Chequek.

The door opened, Dirman into the living room whose lights had been replaced yesterday. Dirman wondered why no one was home.

"Dek, where?".

Sounds from the room. Dirman approached him and placed the martabak on the dining table.

Clekleks.

"Well, deck? How dark? I turned on the lights?" said Dirman.

"Ta-da! Mr Dirman!".

"Oh my goodness Gusti! Deck, how are you? Want to fight again? Is it semalem?".

"Yes, why? Don't wanna?".

Dirman swallowed his own saliva. He was a little surprised by the treat of Lastri, his beloved wife. Never had he discovered during his acquaintance with Lastri that a surprise like this could make an unstoppable turmoil in himself rise up like a wild beast. As a result, the next scene is a fierce battle between two camps who love each other.

"Mas, go ahead! I want to get caught!".

"Huh? Dapet what deck? The door-prize?".

"No, just keep not stopping! Uh! Ah!", shriek Lastri.

Like a fidelity, Dirman turned on his pump machine with a high Rpm so that he could not resist.

"Daddy, how come you get gini? I can't stop the deck!".

"Loh mas's? Uh! Why stop! Keep going! Comeing! Scribbles!".

Some time later, Dirman who was getting into-so fired a shot towards the womb of Lastri with the accompaniment of a satisfied smile.

Dirman's facial expression was like a man of infidelity. Lastri enjoyed it. Then, followed by Lastri, there was an earthquake at the bottom of the union of the yoni phallus due to Dirman. His beloved wife got her first experience: orgasm.

"Okay, mom! Not strong! Duh!".

"Huft, huft, huft, yes deck. The same!".

Dirman unfolded beside Lastri with his already fussy service uniform. The friendly kiss of Dirman foreshadowed the battle was over.

"Mas, you still want martabak, right?".

"Yes, deck".

"You still want to, tell Lola here tomorrow. I'll say it" said Lastri.

"Loh?", Dirman was surprised.

"Why mas? Tense out? Want again?".

Hearing Lastri's words, Dirman just shrunk like his naive weapon that had deflated.

"I know, I was married long before we got married. Sorry I'm mas".

Dirman. The sound of a fan blowing adds to the increasingly awkward atmosphere. Left right, left right, and hold it as soon as it moves.

"Yes, tomorrow afternoon I bring Lola here".

Lights on. Lastri was still smiling with a sweet smile. On the other hand, Dirman walked away from him with a strange and confused feeling.

"Tomorrow I must do" said Dirman in his heart.