MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Just calmed down for a moment
"How much is this, Ma'am?"
"This is fifty thousand, if it is forty thousand."
"Really, Mommy?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Well! The ingredients are adem again this. Yes, I took two fifty grand, Ma'am."
"Good, Mom. A minute, huh?"
Arin immediately packed two customer choice negligee and immediately handed it over after completion. "Thank you, Mom."
After the buyer left, Arin immediately served other buyers. Not only Arin who looks busy, Adiba also looks to be serving buyers as well. Average buyers in shock when asked the price. Maybe because the price is cheap so there are rarely buyers who bid.
For wife wife Jiwo who is at home, they are also busy making snacks. As Aisyah had planned, she was today trying to make food that could be sold by going around. Aisyah got an idea like that because she saw other traders when she joined the sale.
Luckily Jiwo gave more money, so Aisyah and the others could practice making some kind of live food. Aisyah who is very happy with the business of cooking or making food, seemed excited to be given the opportunity to develop her talent. Actually, it is not only Aisyah who is good at culinary. There are Alena, Aziza and Anum, only Ayesha is the most prominent in that field.
Jiwo has also started traveling again. Accompanied by one of his wives, Jiwo traveled not far from the distance of his village. Now Jiwo merchandise is being ploughed up by several Mothers and Fathers. Some of the buyers, he said there were those who had been waiting for Jiwo's arrival long enough. Andin who accompanied Jiwo sales, also gave good service.
"Mas Jiwo, how is the development of Mas Jiwo case yesterday? Completely?" ask one of the mothers while randomly shuffling the color pants one by one.
"What's the news here, Mom?" instead of answering, Jiwo asked back with a surprised face.
"Yes nyampe, Mas. Deceitful people too" replied the mother.
"But lucky, my. Mas Jiwo's wife can still be saved. Do not think the same people like that, really, really, difficult people even more difficult," continued another mother.
"Mas Jiwo, don't want to share?" chirp a man who is also busy looking for a suitable color.
"Share what, Mom?"
"For the wife, I'm not married yet. Once Mas Jiwo wanted to amalin one of his wives," said the man while grinning.
"Hahaha .. don't want to, Mas. It's hard to find what looks like them."
"We're going to eat first, huh, Dek?" jiwo said when the merchandise began to be neat.
"What do you want to eat, Mister?"
"Just go find a food stall."
Andin nodded. "Mending tomorrow if you want to sell, bring supplies, Mister. At home, there is also a lot of cooking. Oh, honey if no one eats."
"Why haven't you given me that advice in the past?"
"Just in mind, hehehe ..."
"Hmm .. dah, yuk, go up."
Until without feeling, time has shown almost afternoon. Jiwo immediately slid towards the road home after visiting the fourth village. Because the distance is not too good, Jiwo finally arrived at his home. The wives immediately welcomed Jiwo's arrival by preparing themselves to clean up his merchandise.
At that moment, Anum and Alifa also just reached the yard when Jiwo and Andin got off the bike. Anum and Alifa had just returned from the market, replacing Arin and Adiba. They left for the field at twelve in the afternoon and at four in the afternoon, it was time for them to go home.
"You just got home?" andin asked as he walked over to Anum and Alifa.
"Yes, nih," Anum replied. "Rame isn't around?"
"Yes, thank God, rame. A lot of people are waiting" replied Andin. "What about in your own yard?"
"Yes pretty good, but Adiba said, this morning came really," replied Alifa.
"Good God, there's progress."
They throw each other smiles. While Jiwo just stepped into his room after greeting his wives. As usual, while resting, Jiwo calculated the income today. While being focused on counting, Jiwo's phone rang, a sign of incoming messages. Jiwo's eyes immediately widened as he read the message accompanied by photos of people he knew.
"What the hell is this? Damn you!" sumpat Jiwo arrived filled with anger.
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