I Like Your Sexy Lips

I Like Your Sexy Lips
Chapter 70


"In kelurahan---Tut....Ow hell! Pulse of Cyclone Exhausted, Tan! Oh my....Giman-Click" said Typhoon accidentally pressed one of the keys on his phone keyboard and disconnected the phone call unilaterally.


Without a second thought, Mrs Milea checked her phone screen and she took the initiative to call Typhoon back.


"So what is it, Mom? Where am I taking it?" knock the taxi driver first to talk.


"Patience, Sir. Duh, this is still my phone call first because the pulse of the child was exhausted." said Mrs Milea. So the two people in the taxi also had to wait patiently for a telephone connection answered by the Typhoon, and stopped on the sidewalk of the road.


"Hello, Pan? How's it? What kind of village is it?'' madam Milea asked unceremoniously, as the Typhoon's voice greeted.


"Sorry, Tan. The last pulse of the Typhoon arrived. Sorry yes had to be interrupted," said Typhoon instead busy playing without wanting to immediately answer what Mrs Milea asked.


"Yes, I'll fill your pulse. So now please help me answer first. What village does your house live in, "nigh Madame Milea, but she tries to remain patient for her own sake.


"Nusukan Subdistrict, Tan. Ride the taxi just continue to see the shophouse there is the writing of loundry sekar arimbi, Well it entered only through a small alley that is beside the rukonya." explained Typhoon and taxi driver immediately forward his vehicle.


Almost ten minutes taxi walk looking for the shophouse in question and when I met, Mrs Milea again talked to Typhoon on the phone.


"Hello, Pan. I've met the rukonya." explained Mrs Milea pointed to a small alley that can only be passed by one car, "How else?" continues asking.


The typhoon again directed Madam Milea and they arrived at a small stall that happened to be right in front of Ratna's house earlier.


Yes, it is, Pan. Thanks a lot huh? This aunt is coming down. You are sure gapi right, if your house is number seven yabg in front of him there are many pots of this bonsal pot?''


"Yes, dong. That's his house, Tan. Yes have tried to ask directly with bude Ratna about her boyfriend son aunt deh. Just aunty do not forget the same promise that was?'' the mode is revealed to the surface.


"Promise? What promise, Pan?" puzzled Madame Milea, absolutely no recollection.


"Promise to fill in Typhoon Pulse dong, Tan. Kan was the aunt who said it herself," the typhoon made Madame Milea throw her rough breath.


"Oh, that. I guess what. You just calm down. I will give three hundred thousand. How, enough?"


"Well, good bangat. Enough, Tan. Pretty much. Thanks in advance, pretty aunt. Typhoon wait at this number huh?'' sahut Typhoon, and Mrs Milea immediately turned off the call without bothering to answer again.


"Sir, wait here, okay? I still have business inside. Let argo taxi walk. I will pay the important thing my business smoothly. Okay?'' Ms. Milea instead chose to say to the taxi driver.


"Well, do I want to go inside Ma'am?''


Tokk Tokk Tok's...


The door began to be knocked by him and it was not until five minutes out the owner of the house with a slightly astonished face.


"Sorry, Mom? Who are you looking for?" ask the hooded woman, which Mrs Milea believes that it was the aunt of two children named Typhoon and Riri.


"I'm sorry, I'd like to pick up my daughter-in-law. Two days ago he came from Jakarta the same boy named Riri here." Madame Milea started to open the conversation.


"Huh? Prospective son-in-law? What's his name, Mom?" bude Ratna was still in a daze with the words of Madame Milea.


"Rose Van Houteen, Mom. I don't have his picture, though. Only my future daughter-in-law is pregnant and brought here with the niece of the mother whose name is Riri. Mom doesn't know?'' obviously Madame Milea once again.


"Wait for me to ask my son first huh, Mom? Nia.... Nia, come out for a minute, kid, somebody's looking for this, important!'' soon Nia emerged from behind the wall.


"What, Mom? Shouts scream. It's dawn tau, ma'am." annoyed Nia, but with a soft voice.


"Ck! That's why your mom shouted at you earlier. Soon, Adzan too? So you can wake up. But this is you see, there is a guest nyari prospective daughter-in-law who is missing. Said the Riri who brought it from Jakarta here yesterday. Ala the chick who lives in that front end?" tanya Ratna opened her eyes and folded both her hands on her chest.


Deg......


Nia who was still drowsy was successful in rounding her eyes. The girl looked at Madame Milea from head to toe and with great difficulty she swallowed her saliva there.


"Cock quiet, Nia! Come on, I'm fast! You're conspiring with Riri to run the prospective son-in-law from Jakarta all the way here, huh? Aren't you afraid that your name will be dragged along with that Riri ndablek?'' rasping Ratna is prejudiced.


"Eh, sorry. That's not what I meant. So gini, yesterday I could not agree if my son related to the girl of his choice. My son wants me to be a match. So I told her boyfriend to leave Jakarta, but I don't know if she's pregnant. Then it---"


"Oh.... So that's the real culprit itself? Didn't think my nephew's son-in-law was the stove so that the mother-in-law's daughter-in-law would run away from Jakarta," cynical Ratna moved her lips, ''Yes! You take this mother to apologize to the girl who lives in the boarding house, Nia. Mom wants to take a shower first. Suddenly the heat of the bandan mother of all! " ketus Ratna turned around and did not say goodbye to Madame Milea at all.


Nia who was confused by the attitude of the mother immediately apologized to Madame Milea, but she was still a little hesitant to take the woman to the boarding place Rose.


"Sorry before. Are you sure you're here because you want to bring Rose home to be your son-in-law? I'm afraid, don't don't you intend to kill the baby in Rose's stomach again!" ketus Nia, forget the question whether it is appropriate or not.


It was because Riri had left Rose to Nia and therefore she knew how the sadness that befell her new best friend these few days, then doubt of course came to hit the prospective nurse.