CUTS
Three....

“Sorry, I did not forget to invite you but I did deliberately not want to invite you to my wedding.”

“Why? Are we enemies after a break up? As I recall, you yourself said that we still remain friends even if it's hard." replied a woman over the phone.

“Not so, I just don't want to hurt you by coming to my wedding.”

“Hohooo. I'm not that weak.”

“Ya already if you keep forcing. I wait.”

“No, I'm not interested in your wedding anymore. Happy happy and thank you.”

Tit.....

The conversation was cut off unilaterally by Shinta. Faisal ruffled his hair roughly, his relationship during this time with a different former lover of tribes and religions was fine however, his relationship was, because he did not invite Shinta finally the ex-lover was angry and felt ignored.

Dinner this time was filled with the sound of ridicule thrown by the two brothers. His brother and brother did not stop mocking him until the father had to intervene to handle his three children.

“If you still bother him then, I make sure this guarantee will remain installed after Fais.” party

“Dad want to marry again?” asked Adi who immediately got a sharp look from the mother.

“You and July I'm going to marry. Let you know taste.”

“There is indeed a parent who wants to plunge his son to marry us? Dad...dad....” said last July the two compactly left the dining table.

“Usaha good escape.” Faisal murmured.

After dinner at his family's home, Faisal returned to his uncle and aunt's house, which was also inhabited by his in-laws and his newly married wife yesterday. Cut tidied up the bed, using fragrances to welcome the husband home. The sound of Faisal's motorcycle rang out from the window windhole and subconsciously made Cut smile happily.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Walaikumsalam,” said the residents of the house who were decorating some thalam to be taken during the inter-war baro.

“You've eaten?” tanya Mak Cek Siti's.

“Already, Mak Cheque. It's from Ibuk.

When Mak Cek Siti was about to take the goods that Faisal brought, Rabiah first took the goods from Faisal's hands. “What is this, Bang? From it smells like cake.” Rabiah said with a contrived smile.

“You just open it. Hmmmm...Cut to where?” ask Fais to Mak Cek Siti.

“Kak Cut in the room again clean-up.” Rabiah said back.

The elders could only shake their heads looking at Rabiah's behavior. Faisal left the mothers and set foot into the room.

Chequek...

“You pray?” faisal asked the wife who had worn his face.

“Already, Brother?”

“Already too.”

Faisal walked to the bathroom leaving Cut still using his face. “Why still wear mukena?” faisal asked when he came out of the bathroom.

Cut looks confused and shy. Faisal realized there was something strange about his wife to make him curious and slowly stepped his feet closer to the wife who was standing awkwardly.

Faisal was surprised to find a woman with long hair and beautiful nightgowns after revealing the face Cut wore. He recognized the clothes very well because he himself chose it when his mother invited him to buy personal equipment to be brought for Cut.

Cut looked down embarrassed while Faisal gave a smile because the wife's efforts to attract his attention succeeded Cut did.

“Cantics.”

“You are so beautiful in this shirt. It's not wrong I chose this nightgown for you.”

“Faisal himself chose this shirt for you. So, wear it to please her because it can also be a charity for you later.” so Mak Cek Siti said then she handed them the new nightgown they opened this afternoon.

And the next second the two brides again combined love without caring if the clock is still perched at nine o'clock at night. It was still too soon to sleep but that was when the newlyweds were together in the room. No words sooner or later, passion and lust continue to thrash want to be channeled.

If in the newlyweds room, a couple is bathed in sweat due to intoxicating fatigue. Across the island not far from the city center, a husband was facing his two wives sulking in jealousy.

In a house not far from Keuchik Banta's house, Khalid was being made dizzy by his two wives who were the daughters of Keuchik Banta. “Kak Ceudah relented little by little sister. I'm pregnant again, my son misses his father again, cook Sister does not want to understand.” protest Dance.

“I don't want to understand because now it's still my allotment, Tari. Better you go home.” drive Ceudah to the sister.

Putro Tari and Putro Ceudah married the same man, Khalid. The marriage took place after Khalid was nearly caught by security forces while in the city. Through Bang Mayed, Khalid was able to return to the island and eventually he married Keuchik's two daughters Banta and made a house one by one for his wife.

Pregnancy hormones are hitting dance. It was supposed to be her brother's tonight but suddenly she came to her brother's house to ask Khalid to accompany her to sleep tonight because she had a hard time closing her eyes.

“If not, allow Bang Khalid to accompany me to sleep. After that, Bang Khalid can come back here with brother, how?” Dance tried another way.

“No. Once not still not. All this time I also could not sleep but never asked Bang Khalid to come here.”

Khalid walked up to Ceudah who was visibly emotional. “Abang ever met you secretly right?”

Gleck...

She was immediately silenced by Khalid's whisper and the next second Tari smiled happily because Khalid would accompany her to sleep tonight. Meanwhile, Ceudah could only be silent to see the departure of the husband to his sister's house.

“What did you whisper to Kak Ceudah until he immediately changed so?” tanya Tari while hugging her husband tightly.

Khalid smiled small, “Hide!”

“Sleep!”

“Can't.”

Khalid was well aware of how to deal with his young wife. Light snacks then turned into demands to get to the peak of pleasure able to make Tari sleep soundly because of fatigue.

Khalid enveloped the little wife and rushed to the young wife's sister's house.

Tok.dok....

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Assalamualaikum.”

The door was locked and there was no sign of anyone awake inside. The beach breeze began to pierce Khalid's skin pores until a house caught his attention. His feet must have gone towards the house.

Tok.dok...

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Assalamuala-“

“Walaikumsalam, Abang.” the voice of a soft, spoiled woman sounds so tempting coupled with a tight shirt with a chest that almost pokes out further adds to the sexiness of the third wife of Khalid.

“You haven't slept?” ask Khalid when he enters the house.

“Not yet, Mala again read the new storybook brought home the same Minah from the city.”

“Abang is here? It should be tonight at home Cedah.” asked Mala back.

“What Brother is also not welcome here?”

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