MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Early Start.
"Deewana ko pata hai .. ye isq ko nasya hai ..."
The discordant voice of an Indian song fan, was heard echoing from inside the bathroom. The man whose age was soon stepping on the number thirty-one was busy kicking while cleaning his body. Thirty minutes later the man was in there. I don't know what the guy was doing in the bathroom that long. He usually takes a bath for ten minutes. But this, almost thirty minutes he had just been out taking a shower.
"Uncle Jiwo, long time very bath. I waited, too," the niece saw him coming out of the bathroom.
"Yes, Nik. kayak does not know, guys if long in the old bathroom, definitely not a shower doang. Especially Uncle Jiwo bujang weathered, know for yourself right?" ledek's other nephew.
"Eat him, Wo, hunt for a wife, let your seeds not be in vain, because you throw in the bathroom continues," said the brother chimed.
"Your shials! Father son of the same, very demen ngeledek," murmured the man who speaks fluent English.
Yes, his name is Jiwo. Long name Sujiwo Bagaskoro. The second of three children of Mr. Paijo and Rukmini's mother. Jiwo is still single at the age of three heads.
Bayu's older brother, at the age of four stepped on the head of the twins who had stepped on a teenager, and now the wife is pregnant. While Jiwo's sister named Marni is also married and has a daughter.
Jiwo actually lives with his mother. While the father, already facing the creator. Jiwo was at his brother's house in order to buy goods that became his source of income.
Everyday, Jiwo sells color pants around in his hometown. In the town where her sister lived, there were many wholesalers of color pants and other clothing. The city that is famous for the city of batik, is indeed the center of various types of clothing at low prices. So Jiwo chose shopping in this city.
Jiwo went directly into the room of the ponakan to change clothes. It's been three days that he's been in this house, and now it's time for him to come home. All the groceries were already on top of the open-air tub car he had rented from his neighbor.
It did not take long, Jiwo was out of the room with a medium-sized sling bag containing a wallet, cellphone and notebook. He then joined his brother and nephew for breakfast.
"Wo, this is nitip yes, for Mother," said Mbak Fera, Mas Bayu's wife while handing over the envelope, and Jiwo knows what the contents are.
"If Mother, must immediately refuse, Ma'am. What's more, Sister Fera brags again want to be born," Jiwo replied while receiving the envelope and putting it in a bag.
"Makanya mending berkasih him through you, this is a bad Mbak, because rarely help Mother," replied Mbak Fera.
"Do you want to get married, Wo? If you can't find a candidate, don't you want to know a girl?" tawar Mbak Fera's.
"No need, Ma'am. Intar if it's time too, will definitely meet a soul mate," Jiwo declined for the same reason.
"Aren't you able to move on from Titin yet?" guess Bayu while whining. Jiwo only snorted bitterly if the woman's name was called.
Titin, the woman who once made Jiwo's day colorful. The woman who makes Jiwo very excited to collect the rupiah coffers to make it a companion to life. In fact, only someone who is able to betray the sincerity of a Jiwo.
Seven years into a relationship with the woman, ran aground just like that, when a news said Titin was pregnant by Pak Lurah's child. Destroyed is certain. Jiwo who tries wholeheartedly to keep Titin and establish a healthy relationship until there is a word halal, did not expect if Titin was silent in connection with the son of Pak Lurah until he was willing to release his crown for a status. Perhaps due to trauma, Jiwo ended up choosing a path like this. Enjoy up to five years of alone time.
The breakfast together is over. Now Jiwo must immediately return to his village which can travel a distance of three hours from his sister's city.
"What are you shopping for, Wo?" asked Bayu when he saw the tarp covering the back of the car appear to be bloated larger than usual.
"No, Mas. Just plain that," Jiwo replied without any suspicion. Until finally he was alone and the car immediately rolled into the village where he lived.
Until not felt, three hours is already the distance traveled Jiwo. Now the L 300 pick up car has entered the yard of his modest home. Jiwo immediately got out of the car.
Jiwo removed the tarpaulin rope that covered his trade goods. Once the rope came off, how surprised Jiwo was when he saw what was behind the tarp.
"Who are you?"
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