
"I'm surprised, why do you guys have more problems with bed relations? And do not mind a living in the form of money? Wh why? Yo!"
All of Jiwo's wives looked at each other, then they threw smiles at each other without anyone answering her husband's questions. Jiwo who sat cross-legged in front of them also smiled widely to see one by one his wife's face in a state of shame.
It is natural that Jiwo throws such questions, because what Jiwo asks does have a point. During marriage, wife wife Jiwo never demanded a living in the form of money. Each there is a discussion, precisely what is discussed more often to the issue of bed relationship.
Although the wives never mention money, but as a husband who wants to be wise, Jiwo keeps money for his wife in his room. Maybe at this time all his wives do not need money, but someday they may need it for a purpose.
"How can we possibly be concerned about money, Mister? If all this time our stomach needs are met," replied Adiba representing the contents of all hearts.
"But don't you want to be like another woman? Buying makeup, or other necessities?"
"What other needs, Mister? To make up, we just use powder and lipstick. Don't want to overdo it. For clothes, we do not really need good clothes, because we are most every day at home and to the market" Aisyah replied.
"Mister doesn't have to feel bad about us. For us, Mister has become a good husband, so Mister do not feel burdened because we do not ask for money" continued Alifa.
Jiwo breathed deeply, then exhaled slowly. There was a serenity in Jiwo's heart when he heard the words of Alifa. Jiwo never thought his thirteen wives would be that understanding in expressing gratitude for being helped Jiwo in their difficult times.
"All right, all right, whatever you guys are good at. But remember, if anything, directly talk to me. Especially if there's a personal desire, talk about it right away, don't hide it, okay?"
All of Jiwo's compact wives agreed then they threw each other a smile and they switched to other worship. Mom was soon joined with them after the deliberation of her son's household was completed. Not to forget too, Mum recounted the incident at the stall when she met Darmi this afternoon. Jiwo did not comment anything, he just listened to his mother's story well.
Jiwo is already very indifferent to Darmi and her son and daughter-in-law. After the incident with Mr. Lurah, Jiwo indeed never again heard anything about them. He never saw Malik and Titin passing by in his compound. Usually they regularly go to Bu Darmi's house and often accidentally meet Jiwo on the road. But these few days, the trunk of their nose is completely invisible.
So excited to chat, they did not feel they heard the melodious sound of worship time markers had come. Want to not want their chat stop and disperse to worship at dusk. The wives of Jiwo worship in turn, except for the coming of the moon.
"Mister loh seneng really sit here every night" said Aziza while carrying a glass of coffee for her husband. He then sat on the edge wall of the terrace which was about a meter high.
"Yes abis want to say again, if this hour is indeed no activity," replied Jiwo a little laugh when he heard the words of his wife.
"Mister doesn't want to play? Gather with friends, make saturated ngusir."
Jiwo laughed again. "Older, Deck. It's not his time to play anymore. Friends friends are also mostly already in marriage, yes mending at home, same wife."
"Well, right before marriage, Mister why is it this hour?"
"Usually yes I most settled the trade, Mother also prepared the material of the merchandise."
Aziza looks just 'oh' while mangosteen mangosteen. "Oh yeah, later before going to bed, Mister drink herbal medicine first huh?"
Jiwo's forehead frowned as he looked at his wife. "You guys? What herbs?"
"It's just a traditional concoction, Mister. Let Mister stay healthy and fit. What else would Mister have many wives, so that it gets stronger when in bed."
"Geez!"
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