BULE NYSAR SO REBUTTAL
Among Many Women

Laughter and boisterous sounds echoed in the silence of the night that was not too late. Although the clock on the new wall shows at seven o'clock at night, but the quiet atmosphere of the village seems to indicate that the night in san feels very late. In the evening before it is rare for residents to leave the house if there is nothing very important to do.

The sound of a crowd that was heard coming out of the house came from a building containing a group of women without husbands. The building, better known as the widow's cottage, has felt warmer since the arrival of one creature, the opposite sex from the woman. The empty atmosphere that struck the hearts of the widows there, as if now more colorful with the presence of a man, even though the man was only a guest and had nothing to do with the residents of the pondek.

Mike, the man's name, really has a great appeal to the women who are there. His face, his smile, his body, his tattoos, really make the women who are very longing for the touch of a man, as if racing to attract the handsome man from abroad.

"Sir, is Mr Bule not feeling tired? Wasn't this afternoon, Mister had traveled far away?" ask one of the women there.

Mike smiled sweetly. Either the smile that Mike had shown that night, and all the smiles that Mike showed success fostered a sense of uneasiness and happiness in the hearts of the women in the room. "Actually I'm quite tired, but I have a responsibility to look after you guys, and I can't possibly ignore it."

"Mr Bule is so good. Though we do not pay Mr to keep watch here, but Mr. bule even still want to come here even though in a state of fatigue."

"What's wrong, haven't you guys been helping me and my friends? I don't know what our fate would be if we didn't get help from the people here" Mike said. "Oh yeah, actually tonight my friend is alone at home. Is it possible that some of you will accompany her?"

Just contact the group of women immediately looked at each other and some of them even raised their fingers. Mike smiled broadly at the situation. The women who were there were very enthusiastic about the offer.

"Miss Mina and Miss Rafiya, you didn't raise your hand?" mike asked the two widows who had been quieter.

"Yes, of course, the one who wants to be with Mr. Bule, not just you," replied one of the widows rather sniffly.

"Then I'm better at diem. Males raised his hand," replied Mina who immediately stood up and left the room. Mike who saw it was of course dumbfounded. Now he can prove that Rafiya's words turned out to be true. Mike immediately looked at the woman who accompanied him last night.

Rafiya who felt he was being looked at by Mike, just showed his smile. "My answer is the same, sir. Let the others accompany you tonight."

Mike then smiled.Honestly in Mike's heart, he felt bad about the situation like this. Just this time there was a woman who willingly took turns to be with him with other women in front of their own eyes, even though Mike knew there was a sense of coercion in it, but Mike can catch that all was done for the sake of feeling fair to the other residents.

"So that raises hands quite a lot, what if you make a draw? Later the name that comes out can accompany my friend at home?" mike's Proposal.

Without a second thought, the woman who was there immediately agreed. They immediately took the paper and cut it into small pieces and wrote down the names of the residents of the cottage. Just like Arisan, they shuffled the paper to produce a name not only for josh, they also voted again one name to accompany Mike. name Sansan to accompany Josh and name Melan to accompany Mr. Mike.

Miike who had witnessed all the process, felt quite amused by what the widows were doing. In Mike's heart also grew a sense of haru, over everything the women did. For the sake of earning an inner living, those women were willing to do such an out-of-the-box thing. Prevented even seems free, the women are already passionate about the two Caucasians that are there and they do not want to stem their desires for too long.

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