MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Talk Beautiful Only
The night the sound of rain is getting quieter. The air is getting cold through the skin. There, on a piece of carpet, from the living room of a house, a couple was lying down. The husband clutches the wife's body with one of his hands and lets the wife lean on his chest. While the hand of the wife is still faithful to play with the object behind the husband's holster.
Since a few minutes ago, that's all the husband and wife did without any meaningful conversation. Asked to move to the room, the husband was reluctant because it was only eight o'clock more and he also had a long nap so useless if entering the room at this time.
If the wife, she is used to sleeping a little night. Although he often entered the room early but he never went straight to sleep. There is always something he does inside even if only dumbfounded while imagining anything including fantasizing about the dream man.
"Mister," call Arum to begin to open his voice to break the silence.
"Hum? What, Honey?" jiwo said softly.
"If we split up, is it possible that I can find a man like Mister?"
Jiwo's forehead wrinkled then sighed slowly then his lips extended a smile. "Are you ready when we're apart, honey?"
"Yes not yet, Mister. I'm saying that if. Is it possible that someone will accept what I am just as Mister accepts us as we are" Arum replies to the meaning of his thoughts.
"Yes I don't know about that, honey. Personality is different. It may be there but because it's a matter of nature and heart, so it's difficult to know" Jiwo replied with his wise style.
"Yes, yeah," Arum replied with a smile. "No wonder if I go back to my country, will I be able to live far away from Mister?"
Jiwo again commented a smile, but Jiwo's smile this time felt sour. What Arum asked also represented Jiwo's current heart. Jiwo also felt it would definitely be very heavy if he had to part with his wife. Jiwo is already very comfortable with this kind of situation. Living with many wives and doing what is always together, makes Jiwo's life more colorful. It is inconceivable if the atmosphere of a crowded house arrives, it becomes quiet again if they return. Not only Jiwo who feels lonely, but Mother also.
"If I pray that the conflict in your country may never subside, that you and the others remain here, I am not evil, Dek?"
Arum frowned, for a moment he stopped the movement of his hand in Jiwo's holster, then Arum looked up at the face of her husband who was exposed to a little light. "It's so bad, it's prayer time?"
Arum smiled and then returned to lay his head on her husband's chest. "I thought so too, Mister. Spend time living with the people I love. But sometimes what we want is not in accordance with the reality that happened. That's why I'm a little afraid of hope."
"Yes, don't talk that makes us sad dong, people again both kayak gini even talk sad, not fun."
"Hehehe ... keep chatting what dong?"
Jiwo thought for a moment and then his naughty smile arrived. "How about we tell you about the kids?"
Arum's forehead creased again and raised his head. "Cock about the kid?"
Jiwo is still loyal to his smile. Even now his smile is getting bigger. "It's natural, right? Anyone married talking about children? Don't you want to have kids with me?"
Arum then turned his face and spread back to the husband's chest. "Yes, Mister."
"Then it's better to talk about children, isn't it more fun?"
"Yes, yes ... What are we going to talk about? People make kids too have never?"
Jiwo smiled widely again. In his heart he cheered, the wife getting into his naughty trap. "Well, then, what if tonight we make children? Then we can talk about the kids, how? Agreed?"
"Dam."
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