MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
The Toilet Market
"Sir, I'll go to the toilet first, okay? After that we go home. Where don't you go, just wait here."
"Okay, Mister."
Jiwo with a relaxed step directly towards the nearest toilet. There are several toilets on the market. There was even a stall that was deliberately used as a toilet by the owner. The toilet business is very profitable. With the tariff of one thousand to urinate, two thousand to defecate and five thousand to bathe, making the effort, glimpsed by some people.
Meanwhile, inside a toilet, one of Jiwo's wives was also inside. After urinating, Jiwo's wife who was used to being called Adiba came out of the bathroom and stood in front of the glass available there to tidy up.
Without Adiba knowing, outside the toilet there was a man waiting for him to come out. With a feeling of wastage, a man named Wito waited while watching the situation. Coincidentally at that time the toilet keeper had just gone to buy rice wrap, while the location of the toilet was in one corner of the market which was fairly quiet.
The man named Wito planned to threaten Adiba silence to follow him. A dagger had also been prepared behind the thick jacket he was wearing. Meanwhile, not far from its existence, Hendrik and Kamso also watch Wito's movements and monitor the situation around.
Hendrik coded Wito into the toilet. Wito nodded and he immediately walked in. But when his footsteps almost entered the toilet where Adiba was, a man came to surprise him. Wito gasped, he knew who the man was.
"That's a ladies' toilet, Mas. Why would you want to go in there? You want to pervert, huh?" hardik the new man came with a suspicious look.
Wito was getting more panicked and he immediately thought to find an excuse. Wito tried to calm down from the panic that attacked. "Well, sorry I don't know."
"Don't know, that big piece of writing?" read the man while pointing to the writing of the woman who stuck at the entrance of the toilet.
"Seriously, Mas, I don't know" Wito said, trying to convince.
Along with that, the toilet keeper also came with a plastic bag containing rice wrap. The man who had just arrived immediately reported what had just happened. Of course Wito and the toilet guard were shocked.
"Wasn't the Masnya who was standing here? I thought I'd wait for his wife to come out?" said the toilet guard with a look towards Wito.
And in that second, Adiba came out of the toilet and immediately made a sound because he was surprised to see someone unsuspecting of what was going on. "Eh, is there Mister?"
"Well, Deck, are you inside?" jiwo asked still putting on his surprised face.
The man named Wito just got more panicked. He immediately ran away while Jiwo and the guards were off guard.
"Ah, asshole! Escape her!" exclaim Jiwo. "Heh pervert stop!"
Jiwo and the toilet guards just chased after him. But alas, the number of stalls and people passing by, makes them lose track. They then returned to the toilet while telling the chronology of the incident to the toilet guard.
If only, Jiwo could remember who the man was, he would have been shocked. Wito is one of the people Jiwo had released with Bejo and the plontos. But alas, Jiwo did not remember his face at all.
"Other times heart, Mas. Don't let anything like that happen again. If you need to install CCTV," said Jiwo advising.
"Yes, Mom, thank you, I'll work on it later" replied the toilet guard feeling unwell. What's more after he found out that the woman in the toilet is Jiwo's wife, the feeling of the toilet guard is getting worse.
"Who was it, Mister?" adiba asked as soon as he saw her husband back where he was.
"I don't know, it looks like he's going to pervert you, Dek," Jiwo replied. His tone still sounded annoyed. "Other times if you go to the toilet ask to be cemented, Dek. Not alone. Afraid of another gini incident."
"Oh yes, Mister, sorry."
Jiwo and Adiba then left the toilet. While Wito was panting while sitting in one corner of the market the other. He immediately told the Boss and his partner, where Wito was right now.
"Damn! I almost got caught again."
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