MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Around Again
The rest of the heavy rain last night left some puddles on the damaged roads that are in some villages that are located quite rubbed. So is the road traversed by three-wheeled motor with a driver named Jiwo. He must be extra careful in running the speed of his motorbike from a road full of water puddles.
It was not too hot this afternoon. Even the cloud seems to decorate some side of the sky. It looks like it will rain again today. Although it came somehow at what time, but Jiwo did not feel worried if it rained. At the very least, he had already prepared everything to deal with this kind of weather.
As usual, Jiwo will stop the speed of his motorbike at one corner of the village road that he had determined before. Next he just waited for people to arrive without having to shout shouting to offer merchandise. Adiba also came down and stood right next to her husband who was leaning on the left side of the motorbike.
No need to wait too long, some residents who heard a distinctive sound from the sound of color traders who were airborne, immediately came to the existence of Jiwo. Many are surprised by the presence of the seller of color pants this time. The presence of a woman next to Jiwo, did not hesitate for residents immediately raised the question of who the woman was.
"He's my wife, Mom," Jiwo replied with a friendly smile.
"Goddessa! Long time not here because you married anyway?" said a mother who asked. Jiwo was only able to smile broadly in response to the mother's question. Likewise with Adiba, a smile seems to habituate his lips along with a sense of awkwardness and embarrassment.
"Pinter nyari wife yes, Mas.Udah beautiful but not shy to be invited around kayak gini," said another mother. Jiwo replied with a big smile.
Jiwo's customers are mostly mothers. They bought color pants for her husband and son. Usually the husband or his son pesen to the mother asked to buy color pants if the merchant came. Although in the village, the men there also have their own jobs. There are drivers, traders in the market, daily banks, farmers, students for school-age, and others. So it is natural that men prefer to send a message to buy color pants if they need.
While chatting, the buyers who dominated the mother's mother, began random shuffling of Jiwo merchandise. They choose suitable items according to each taste. Jiwo and Adiba only pay attention while occasionally answering questions from buyers. Both questions about the price of goods and other questions that are not too important but can make a big smile.
Eventually the mothers made their choice. Now one by one they start paying on Jiwo. Adiba packs the purchased goods and put them in a plastic bag and then handed over to the buyer.
"If the buyer is excited like that, the sale is getting excited, Mister," said Adiba while tidying up the random merchandise after the buyers left.
"Here we stay, what's the move, Mister?"
"Yes move on, honey. His name is also circumference. We're heading towards the next village, after which we're looking for food."
Adiba nodded while carving a smile and continued his work until the neat merchandise returned. Now, the three-wheeled motorbike was again sliding towards another village. Not infrequently the motorbike occasionally stopped because there were residents who intercepted it in the middle of the road to buy their merchandise. The distinctive sound that comes out of a small speaker becomes a special attraction for people who hear it.
"Coloran! The newspaper!"
Meanwhile, not far from the village of Jiwo, a man was seen sitting casually in a stall located on the side of the road. The man who sat on the long bench, seemed to be thinking while staring at a fairly crowded highway. To his right, a black cup of coffee became the man's friend while he was thinking about something.
"How do I find that guy? The address is incomplete. Suryo, Suryo .. give the task really gini."
The man is Suryo's man, a deputy mayor who nearly lost his dirty money field from the illegal business he was running. The man was given the task of being able to carry one of the thirteen girls in a slippery manner. Unlike Hendrik's men who failed twice until his business was almost snorted by the police.
"The man who had thirteen wives? All right, I'll find the address. Must be many who know the man," murmured the man then grabbed a coffee glass next to him and scooped up the contents that had begun to cool.
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