MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
The Choice of Wife
After enjoying his dinner, Jiwo went to the living room. Not forgetting he entered for a moment into his room took a bag containing cigarettes and a notebook of items he had just bought. In the living room, some of his wives were also there to sort out the remaining items that were still in the sack.
"Not done yet, Deck?" jiwo asked as he sat on the carpet with his wives among the pile of merchandise.
"Dead two sacks, Mister. The shopping feeling this time is so much huh?" alena asked while tidying up the stitching thread that looks dangling in some drawstring pants.
"Yes, because there are many new models."
"Here's a list of names and what's the price, Mister?" ask Arin.
Jiwo then opened his sling bag and took out a stack of notes. "Nih just adjust the name, then the amount there is how much continues to be divided by the cost of goods purchased, then determine the selling price."
Arin received the pile of notes, and the wives took one piece after another from each type of item.
"This half kasandra negligee costs four hundred and eighty thousand, meaning the cost of the goods is forty-eight thousand, what is the selling price, Mister? Fifty-five thousand or sixty?" ask Andin.
"Don't. We give the selling price of sixty-three thousand, surely the buyer will ask for a discount, well we love a three thousand piece."
"If you buy to sell again, what price?"
"Well if that's what we give fifty-five thousand."
It was not only Arin who seemed to understand what Jiwo explained, as well as other wives. In any case, all of Jiwo's wives must know all the prices listed by each item. In order not to forget, Jiwo also asked one of his wives to make a diatribe.
They look very serious in dealing with the merchandise that is currently the source of their windfall. Thanks to good cooperation, all the work was completed quickly. All goods that have been given the selling price, are again tidied up and put in sacks.
"Hows it? Have you guys made up your mind about what we were talking about this afternoon?" jiwo asked after sipping his cold coffee and only a quarter of a glass.
"Already, Mister. We decided, Aisyab's name alone represents us for the wedding inauguration, Mister."
"Dear of? Reason why?"
"Yes to us, before knowing Mister, it was Ayesha who became our protector when we were similarly kidnapped. Aisha was also the one who always guided us. Besides his skill in cooking delicious."
Jiwo looks mangosteen mangosteen hearing the explanation of one of his wives. "Well, if that's your decision. But remember, in my heart, your position is the same. Special!"
"Okay, Mister."
And everyone throws smiles at each other. There was relief in Jiwo's heart at the moment. At least until this second, Jiwo can still keep the feelings of his wives. After everything was completely finished, one by one Jiwo's wife entered his room. Stay in the living room, Jiwo and his two wives, Aziza and Andin. The three now sit side by side with Jiwo's position in the middle.
"That means tomorrow, we can't sell yet, Mister?" andin asked, playing with her husband's fingers.
"Emang Rizal who the hell? Brother Mister too?" ask Aziza.
"Rizal's still my cousin, a distant cousin the truth. Same marriage as the rich widow from the capital. He used to be a private driver, uh even married to his employer."
"Well! Means Rizal snatch dong's wife?"
"Yes, you could say so. But behind it all there must be a story that underlies the occurrence of the affair. Listen he said, because the husband of his employer is a fellow lover, so the wife cheated. In addition, he said since marriage, his wife had never been touched, so it was easier the way their affair."
"Wow! Is the story unique? It's a novel or a movie."
"By the guy too? Hopefully, Mister has no intention of cheating."
"Well, how am I supposed to be?" jiwo was a bit surprised. Andin smiled broadly. "Having your wife is hard is more than enough. You have to cheat. I'm the one who should be afraid."
"Mister scared? Scared why?"
"Yes afraid that you will cheat later. You guys are beautiful, touching your husband rarely, until your turn, that's what I'm afraid of."
"Can I possibly cheat? If my husband's great not playing."
"True, where might we want to cheat if at home there is halal, mighty and satisfying."
"Hahaha .. You can do it."
"Mister moved into yuk's room? Shrimp kangen same underarm odor Mister," whined Andin.
"yes, Mister, I'm missing too" Aziza said.
"Just miss the smell of armpits? Fill his pants not kangen?"
"Yes kangen too. Come on, Mister spit in the room. It's really itchy."
"Yes, honey, yes."
And the three of them immediately went to do a war full of pleasure.
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