MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Looks Like it's Raining
Jiwo laughed amusedly at the question that had just been thrown by one of his wives. He really did not expect, the women can also chat about the relationship of the bed very clearly. Maybe because it was in front of her husband? So they just talk about the bed? Really, Jiwo just witnessed it himself this time.
In addition to the last question that was thrown about the contents of the pants, making Jiwo chuckle alone in the room. Naturally, if one of his wives named Anum questioned the size of his pride object, because he had not received the first night ration with Jiwo. So maybe he was curious to the point of shamelessly throwing such a question.
Satisfied laughing himself inside the room, Jiwo immediately took a neatly folded dry towel on a small table near the closet and carried it out of the room towards the bathroom. Jiwo's wife's wife is still gathered but it seems they have discussed other things. Jiwo breezed past them towards the bathroom.
Arriving in the bathroom, Jiwo took off all the cloth attached to his body until he was completely innocent. Before taking a bath, Jiwo eyes looked at the object hanging under his stomach in a half-stiff state. His smile returned when the wives questioned the strength of his own if against all wives simultaneously. True is a silly question but enough to make Jiwo like challenged maleness.
Don't men like challenges? And so is Jiwo. Thinking about the chatter of the wives about playing one on many, as if someone whispered to Jiwo's ear, if the thirty-one-year-old man should try it. But the next question is, does his wife want to?"
Jiwo still lowered his head, looking at the object under his stomach that was still half-stiffened. "Are you strong? Against thirteen girls at once? Must be strong dong? You should make the owner proud. Whahuh? Strengthening drugs? No need! You must be strong without medication, okay?"
Jiwo chuckled to himself. He was already like a madman, talking to the thing under his stomach. Afraid of obscurity, Jiwo just took the dipper and flushed his body. After the bath, Jiwo came out of the bathroom just by wrapping a towel around his waist.Such contact, as soon as Jiwo stepped about to go to the room, all eyes in the front room of the television, and, he looked at her almost unblinking.
Jiwo who feels being noticed behaving indifferently. Even his style was made as cool as possible for his wives to melt. Now Jiwo is no longer ashamed to show off his athletic body when at home.
"Wow! Turns out Mister's body is really cool, right? Indian body style. Stout and sturdy," said Arum full of admiration.
"How does it feel if it's under his confinement? It must have been a really good thing," Aisyah chimed in.
While the five wives of Jiwo who have felt the body of her husband can only be silent and the temple comes to imagine. Actually they also want to feel again related to Jiwo, but they realize, all have rations and must wait their turn.
Without feeling it is now evening has come. After everything is done with the same affairs of God, now Mother and the people again sit in front of the television while preparing the trading of Mother for tomorrow.
"Mister wants to eat?" asked Andin a while later after Jiwo came out of the room dressed casually as usual. T-shirts and a sheet of sarongs, be the right choice to relax at home in the evening before night. Jiwo nodded and went straight to the dining table followed by Andin who got rations accompanying Jiwo.
"Why are you getting better at making this country's special cuisine? It's really delicious, "praise Jiwo when enjoying dishes in the form of egg balado seasoning and fried tofu without flour.
"You're for the task to the extent?" ask Jiwo amazed.
"Yes, Mister, we're just trying to do what's best for Mister."
Jiwo smiled wryly, then continued to enjoy the dish until it ran out. Like the night before, Jiwo will sit on the porch of the house while sipping a cigarette after every meal. Andin approached with a cup of coffee that Jiwo ordered.
"Tonight, how hot is the weather?" andin asked as he fanned his body with the palm of his hand.
"Maybe it will rain tonight, the sky is not a single star" Jiwo replied as his eyes looked up at the sky. Andin followed him.
"Ayeah, maybe it'll be rainy season again huh, Mister?"
Yes, it seems," Jiwo replies while sipping hot black coffee.
"Mister."
"Hum? What's up?"
"Mister seriously? Don't want to try what Alana's asking?"
"Whoops!"
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