MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Time to Waste Money
Tired, that was how felt the man whose age would step on the figure of thirty-two years. Although tired, but the man looks very happy tonight. The man who is getting a lot of luck this late, is feeling the sweetness of the path of life that could not happen to any human being.
Name Jiwo. For the umpteenth time he managed to make two women who were currently in one room with him float to reach for the pleasure of heaven. Two great women who are willing to share a husband with other women make Jiwo crowned as the lucky man in the present.
The tired face was silent and washed away in each other's minds even though their bodies were sticking together and hugging. Maybe because they are tired, they have not found the right chat material to drive away the silence. A few minutes later the silence broke as one of them let out his voice.
"Tomorrow what's the show, Mister?" anisa asked as she looked up at her husband's face with her hands playing with the thin fur on her beard.
"Yes, Mister, there's no work tomorrow, right? Sell, merchandise runs out. There are no goods around either. Mum is also not selling anymore" continued Alana who is currently playing an object under her husband's stomach.
"Yes, tomorrow we go to the Mall. All the clothes that are appropriate for the show on television," said Jiwo gave an idea.
"To Mall? not buying in the market?" Anisa.
"Yes, once we went to the Mall, honey. You need shoes and everything else. It's impossible to be on television wearing flip-flops?"
Alana and Anisa suddenly chuckled. What Jiwo said is true. The wives need something new. Luckily Jiwo got a gift from the Governor, so he could use that gift to please his wives.
"All right, I agree."
"I am too."
"Yes, we are sleeping now. It was twelve in the evening" said Jiwo, as his two wives looked up at the wall clock. It shows it's been midnight more.
"What a fast time does it go?" said Anisa. Now his hands follow Alana playing objects under Jiwo's stomach that relaxes, while Alana chose to stop and hug Jiwo's stomach tightly.
"Yes, playing two rounds? How about a big cepet?" reply Alana.
"Who do you think among all of us, who's going to get pregnant first?"
"I don't think it's me, but my monthly guests seem to want to come."
"Well, same, me too. Maybe five more days. If it doesn't come to the moon, I'm probably pregnant."
"What are you doing sleepy, do you want to be early in the morning, honey?" jiwo said softly as he rubbed the heads of his two wives together.
"Mister, go to sleep first, we will follow" Alana replied.
"Is that? Yes," said Jiwo and he immediately fell silent. His eyes closed enjoying the touch of his wife's hand down there until long drowsiness attacked him and Jiwo finally fell asleep.
Time still continues to crawl forward and for the umpteenth time the day does have to change again. As planned, today Jiwo will invite all his wives to shop at the Mall in the city. Mumpunng there are opportunities and fortune, Jiwo wants to please his wife.
"Emak likes that, if you go rame, even not come," Aisyah sulked while holding hands that almost wrinkled skin belongs to the in-laws.
Mother chuckles. "Hehehe ... Mother is old, rather than tired tired to the Mall, Mudang mending help her uncle Jiwo wrap crackers."
"Yes, once we go together, Mak," said Alina.
"Are we going out together every day?" reply Mom does not want to lose.
"That's right at the market, Mom, it's this Mom," replied Alina anxiously.
"Hehehe .. Don't think about Mom. You guys have fun while you're here. Don't feel hard and burdened, huh?"
Aisyah and Alina smiled at the same time. Then they embraced the body of the woman who had given them so much affection during their time here. For them, Mom is the mother for them too when they feel the longing of their family.
Time has shown it almost ten o'clock in the afternoon. Now Jiwo's wives are ready to go. They were waiting for their husband to borrow a car in an ordinary place. Shortly after, the car arrived.
"Let's go!"
"Yeah!"
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