
Who is not surprised if the morning gets a reward of one hundred million? He must be very surprised and happy. Likewise with what Jiwo feels right now after he got news from Mr. Rt. A sum of one hundred million will be given to Jiwo and his wife as a form of government appreciation for what Jiwo did to the fate of refugees from neighboring countries.
One hundred million will be handed over by the Governor through the village representative because the Governor himself cannot come. Of course Jiwo was very happy and understood the reason Pak governor did not meet him directly because he was busy. The wives of Jiwo were no less happy to get news like that.
"Wow! Congratulations, Mister? I'm a rich man!" andin with a cheerful face.
"Any rich man, honey. This is your money too. You guys are simple, right? Make your needs later, "reply Jiwo.
"No need, Mister. Hold Mister aja," Aisyah refused.
"Well, why, honey? You never hold the money," Jiwo replied with a look of surprise.
"We hold the money, and our money is enough" now Alifa said.
"Yes, but you also need more, it's not just pocket money?"
"Yes later if we need anything just ask Mister. I'll hold Mister, please" Aziza also said.
"Alright," said Jiwo finally resigned. "By noon, who's going to the market, we're leaving now."
"Ready!"
The small discussion ended. Jiwo and his two wives, Anum and Aziza, immediately rolled into the market by riding a tricycle motorcycle that Jiwo used to sell around. Before leaving, as usual, Jiwo gave some advice to his wives who were at home.
Just like what Jiwo had expected. As soon as the market arrived, the crowd welcomed Jiwo with great enthusiasm. They just huddled up to Jiwo and his two wives were struggling to walk forward to his lapel.
"Wait a moment, Wo? I only want photos together," said one of the traders whose place of sale is next to the place of sale Mother.
"Geez, mom. We meet every day, too" Jiwo replied with patience.
"But it's different now, you've become an artist, Wo."
"Hahaha ... What's different? I'm still the same, Mom. Jiwo the traveling color dealer."
Jiwo just smelled it with a smile. Although slow, finally Jiwo and his two wives arrived at the sales pitch, and they were very shocked. There were a lot of people waiting there too. Under the pretext of wanting to buy goods sold, they came to the stall out of curiosity and wanted to take a closer look, Jiwo and his wives. Most of them came from different villages so they were very enthusiastic.
Once the stall is open, and Jiwo and his wife are in order for a while, the prospective buyers just storm and choose the items they want. Even the place is so full that some are willing to wait their turn. Nimble, Jiwo, Anum and Aziza serve buyers in turn. Jiwo also immediately called home to call his other wife to come help.
"this serious? The drawer costs this much? How cheap? Though the material is adem loh," said a mother with a sparkling face in disbelief when she knew the price mentioned.
"Right, ma'am, the price is like that" Aziza replied kindly.
"Wow! Good stuff, cheap price, beautiful seller again. Yeah, I bought three that were different."
"Good, Mom. I'll get you the stock for a minute, okay?" the mother nodded.
One by one Jiwo merchandise began to decrease a lot. Jiwo even told the market ojek to pick up merchandise hangs there at home. Mumpung again rame, goods that are commonly sold around, Jiwo take additional items in the stall. Three other wives of Jiwo also came. They help to serve the buyer in a friendly manner.
"Oh my goodness, Mas Jiwo. Is his wife really pretty euy? Can I have one, Mom?" chirp one of the men who while choosing a color.
"Don't dong, Mas. This rare item, no match," Jiwo replied with a cry.
"If there is no match, but Mas Jiwo great loh, his wife wants to be invited to live hard, I salute you," said the man.
"True, today can be beautiful continue to be invited to live hard," continued another man and seemed to be a friend of the man.
Jiwo only smiled widely while continuing to serve the two men. He was also very grateful to be reunited with his wife.
Meanwhile on the other side of the market not far from Jiwo's lap, someone who looked at Jiwo's lap with hatred.
"Damn it! It's even more confusing!"
"Yes, yeah,
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