MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
He saw it
"God! It was really afternoon!" a man's cry when his eyes had just opened and seeing the clock on the wall had shown at eight in the morning a little less. The man who slept without clothes got up and sat on the edge of the bed. The man's hand moved to grab the holster and shirt that was lying on the end of the mattress. Once used, the man immediately went out of the room. The man named Jiwo was crabbing like looking for something, then he went to the living room and it turned out that what he was looking for was there.
"Why doesn't anyone wake me up?" jiwo asked with a heavy voice until the wives who were focusing on the merchandise simultaneously turned their heads.
"Well, Mister, is it a holiday?" ask Aisyah. All seemed surprised to hear the words of Jiwo who protested because it was not awakened.
"But at least I'm still built that way" replied Jiwo who is currently laying down his body in a long chair.
"I'm sorry, we don't know, we think because Mister's off so we're just gonna sleep as much as we can" Aziza said.
Jiwo did not answer. His eyes were watching his wife who was staring at him as well. But a moment later he opened his voice again, "had continued, why did it stop?"
"Mister isn't angry?" ask Alena.
"Why angry? Just keep going."
The wives obey him. When offered a meal, Jiwo refused because he wanted to take a bath first. Jiwo lay his body on the chair for a few minutes, then he got up and went to take a bath. Jiwo also ordered that breakfast be prepared in the living room.
After the bath ritual was finished and dressed casually as usual, Jiwo returned to the living room. At the table there had prepared a simple breakfast menu for him. One plate of rice, five martabaks, one bowl of long bean stir-fry and a large glass of water along with the teapot.
One of the wives went and went into Jiwo's room to clean and tidy up the man's room. Bed linen was also replaced every day with a pillowcase. Since he had a wife, Jiwo's room was cleaner and always smelled fragrant because his wife put up a room fragrant. Every day Jiwo's room is the last to be cleaned if the occupants have gone out of the room.
"Sir, take a cigarette!" jiwo shouted at his wife who was cleaning her room. Jiwo enjoyed his breakfast voraciously. Until it did not take long, he finished the rice and left only the side dishes in separate places.
"Mister, what's the plan today?" alena asked as soon as Jiwo finished eating and was about to light a cigarette.
"You go to the market, you take care of the stall. Maybe two more days you can sell," Jiwo replied exactly as Aziza said this morning. "Will you sell together or on schedule?"
"Two times?" jiwo asked with a slightly wrinkled forehead.
"Gini loh, Mister, suppose we open at eight, two people leave in the morning at eight to twelve, keep two more at twelve to four o'clock," bright Anum again.
"Oh .. Is it up to you how good? The important thing is that you can still take care of yourself and your heart, because you are not here, so you must always be vigilant, right?"
"Okay, Mister," answered everything in unison.
Oh yes, Mister, if Mister still has money, can we ask for another cell phone? Is it cheap?" aisyah Pinta.
"Make what?" jiwo and Aisyah asked with certainty. "Well, shall I buy it? Anything else you want?"
Instead of answering, one of them even asked, "Mister Money a lot what is it? How easy is it to buy a cell phone?"
Just sober Jiwo immediately chuckled softly, really adorable question. "The bottom line is that my savings are still enough for living expenses, so you don't have to worry too much about me going bankrupt."
Now replace the wives who chuckled after hearing Jiwo's answer. A husband's small talk with his wife ended, now is the time Jiwo went to the market to take care of his lap.
At the same time, three foreigners who had just stepped into the small town where Jiwo lived, were now seen in the market. Because of the newcomers, so they wanted to know the state of this small town. They also go to the market to find necessities during their stay to monitor their targets.
As they were walking around, the footsteps of one of them came to a halt as their eyes looked at one of the spots in the market area. An evil smile just fell on the lips of that person.
"So this is what makes you feel at home hiding here?" muttered that person with a sharp look towards the three women.
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