BULE NYSAR SO REBUTTAL
comfort of the Widow's Cottage

Still on the same day, Josh and Mike were still silent in their respective rooms.The mind was laughing at what they had just done to the widows. I don't know what to do next, but they still need widows to get the stuff that keeps them here.

With the rejection they do, surely their relationship that was originally warm will be awkward and bland. Then they may not have the opportunity to approach them again because of the rejection they did. What's more, Ken's there right now, obviously they're gonna be rivaled by that guy.

"Excuse me!" the familiar cry of someone made the two bule who were drifting in the daydreams inside the room feel a little surprised. Almost simultaneously, the two immediately got out of bed and went out of the room to meet the person who had just shouted in front of their house.

"Eh, Mr. Kades, come in, sir," said Mike as he was outside the room.

"Did my arrival interfere with your rest?" ask the kades sir after sitting on the wooden chair.

"Of course not, Mr. Kades. Is sir Kades any need with us?"

Mr. Kades blew up the thick book he had brought him to the table. "I come here and will only record you. Do you still have your identity card and residence permit in this country?"

"For identias there, sir, just for visas and other mail, we used to leave it in the hotel room we rented. But we've been telling you in the airport that we've been here as tourists for three months."

"Oh so? I just asked for an identity card. There's a sudden inspection from the city and I'm in trouble with the charge of hiding illegal immigrants."

Josh and Mike chuckled along with the ruckus coming out of the mouth of the kades sir that echoed first. Both of them got up and went into the room to retrieve their identity cards.

"Master Ken where? Didn't you see it?" ask Mr. Kades while accepting the identity of the two Caucasians.

"Don't know. Probably still in the widow's cottage. Why, sir kades?" ask Josh.

"Oh so. maybe he has his own way of dealing with the problem, mr. kades. proof last night he was able to stand guard in the widow's cottage."

"Oh yes, right too." Mr. Kades returned to continue his work. After everything was sorted out, he left because he wanted to rest. The two Caucasians were the same, they chose to go into their rooms each to rest.

Meanwhile at the widow's cottage, Ken is still engaged in chatter with some widows in front of the cottage. Ken was still typing the word to answer the question that had not been answered. Ken answered as much as he could. "I know, in our country, many people choose to live without ties. They don't want to burden themselves with a special bond that seems to curb their movements."

The widows who read the answer in Ken's phone, looked slow mangosteen.and one of them re-typed something. "Then, do they not think about their old age? They will be old if they are old. Isn't it lonely?"

A smile suddenly flinched as she read a reply from the widow and she re-typed something. "Are they not the same as you? Why did you choose to separate from your partner? How old are you guys?"

Of course all the widows who were there were immediately shocked and they felt overwhelmed by Ken's words. While the oriental-faced boule instead chuckled at the facial expressions shown by the widows. Ken knows, widows must be insinuated by the questions he gives.

As they continued the conversation, a woman came out of the house and asked one of the widows to pick up the firewood in the forest. Ken was stunned when one widow got up and walked away, when Ken asked, the woman said she wanted to go to the forest. Ken decided to accompany him. The widow was very happy.

During the trip they talked through the cell phone Ken brought. Until a while later they have arrived at a club where the left right side there is firewood from a collection of twigs and branches that are ready to be transported. Out of curiosity, Ken entered the club, and the woman who was with Ken followed him and they sat there for a moment.

As they chatted, Ken was surprised by the question the widow asked in front of him, whose smile held shame.

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