MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Let the Wife Determine
"Mister."
"Yes, honey? What's up?"
"Would you like to talk about marriage in a country? Talk to you now?"
"Wedding in a country?"
"Mister, do you want to get married again?"
Jiwo suddenly chuckled at the faces of some of his wives who immediately stiffened and were very serious as he stared at her. "It's not a marriage in country, honey. But inaugurating marriage by country."
"Entar first, a moment ago .. why am I confused? What do you mean, Mister?"
After the sound of laughter receded, Jiwo then explained what he discussed yesterday with his brother. The wives also listened well and digested every word that came out of their husbands mouth. Jiwo explained it very carefully. He was afraid that there would be a disappointed wife's heart later. Because after all, not all of his marriages can be registered officially in the country.
"Hows it? You gotit?" jiwo asked as soon as he finished explaining.
"So one of us whose name will be put forward for a state wedding?"
"Yes, but that does not mean that the elect will not be considered as wives. You will remain my wife and hopefully forever so."
"Yes, Mister, I'm private, really understand. Whatever Mister's decision, I accept it. Because I know, it's all for good" Aziza said.
"As for Aziza, I follow Mister's decision. If we're not the ones who support us, who else" Anisa chimed in.
"really. I don't care who gets elected. For me, the important thing is that I remain Mister's wife. Even the witnesses and evidence had been many, if Mister's wife was not just one," Arin joined the voice, and followed by the wife of the other wife. They took turns to take out his heart.
Seeing and hearing the sincerity of his wives, Jiwo's heart rippled. There was a sense of haru that was seizing his heart as all the wives let out their heart words filled with sincerity.
"Thank you for understanding. Then, I leave it to you, what name will I register. Honestly, I'm too heavy to choose one of you."
"Oh my goodness, Mister. Even if Mister has a choice name, we'll accept it."
"Not ... seriously! I haven't made a choice. You guys are too special for me. You're all my choices."
"Duh, that's so sweet? Mister is adorable. Yuk Mister, let's go to the room."
"Arum!" the other hardik. "Serious people also play in the room."
"Yes, his dirty thoughts can not be paused first what?"
"God! This kid likes it right?"
Jiwo only mesam mesem heard a small debate in front of him. Really he did not expect to get a wife who sometimes likes to show the attitude of bar bars behind their pretty faces.
"Yes already. Now my decision is to leave it up to you, huh?" jiwo finally decided.
"Okay, Mister."
Jiwo then got up and went to his room. He wanted to take a short break after a long journey. For the business of merchandise, let it be while in the work of his wives.
Intentions only want to rest for a moment, but the name Jiwo, if his eyes have bristled, can forget time. So too now. In his plan, Jiwo wants to take a break, take a bath, eat and keep trading. But until seven o'clock he just opened his eyes.
Thirteen of his wives were getting used to their husband's behavior. Jiwo rarely takes an afternoon shower, already a special identity attached to the man. Lucky at this time all the wives of Jiwo really like the smell of his body that sweats or does not bathe. So Jiwo calmed down as the afternoon passed without him cleaning his body.
As usual, sarongs are mandatory Jiwo clothes that are worn every night. By just wearing a sarong, Jiwo feels more free to do anything including connecting with his wife.
"What are eggs for, Mom?" jiwo asked, as soon as he exited the room and saw a basket of eggs near the refrigerator.
"Make condangan in Uncle Narto's house," replied Mother who was sitting in front of the television with wife Jiwo.
"God! Rizal's wedding, huh, Mom? How could I forget?" jiwo said after sitting at the dinner table and opening the food lid. One of Jiwo's wives approached and immediately served the husband who was about to eat dinner.
"Should wash your face first, Mister, just want to eat. Slovenly," Aziza but still take the rice in magic com.
"That's a really good lager, Dek," Jiwo replied with a cry, then he asked Mom again, "What time is it tomorrow, Mak?"
"Nine o'clock."
"Oh, Mom's panties are relaxed, don't make a trade," Jiwo replied. "Tomorrow, you're all on board, huh?"
"Condition? Is that Mister?"
"A wedding ceremony suadara, tomorrow you guys and a very beautiful dance, so I can show off. Okay!"
"okay!"
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