MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Warmth of Morning
"Your hearts are so good"
"It is not our hearts that are good, but Mister's heart that is too good to accept us, whatever our circumstances, Mak. That's what we're so grateful for."
"Hopefully you'll always be like this, son?"
"Aamiin's."
Without them realizing it, there was a male figure whose eyes were also mirrored listening to the conversation of his mother and wife. Intention awakens to rebuke and watch over pregnant wives, but as soon as her feet step on the kitchen floor, she hears an extraordinary and meaningful chatter between Mom and the daughters-in-law. The man then returned to the new house to the main room.
As soon as he reached the main room, the man approached and looked at the face of one wife who was still asleep. Her lips smiled thinly and her hands gently rubbed the head of the woman who had asked for a quota to be satisfied last night.
"Stay like this, until we age together later, baby huh?" muttered. The man lay back in his arms hugging his wife's stomach. The drowsiness that was still lingering, made the man fall asleep again.
Time continued to move forward.at seven hours less, Jiwo woke up from his sleep. When his eyes opened, he already did not see Arin nearby. He got up and gave a glance. Quiet, Jiwo was alone in that spacious room. He immediately went to the old house.
There, precisely in the kitchen, Aisyah looks to be frying doughnuts. Alana is packing refined sugar into a small plastic. Alena put doughnuts into plastic where each plastic contains five doughnut seeds with a selling price of two thousand seeds. Anum is frying samir cake and Arum is frying odading cake. The other wife was in front of the television because her work was done.
"You guys on what? Don't be too tired?" Because they are too focused on their work, they are shocked when their husband is standing there and blurting out the sound.
"Eh, Mister, are you awake?" instead of answering the question, Alana threw the question back. "Mister wants to eat or what?"
Jiwo then sat on the other side of the couch and plucked the samir cake in a basin that still emitted smoke. "Later, Honey. Not hungry yet," replied Jiwo then bit the samir cake. "Onde onde and fried bread are not made, Dek?"
"Bikin, it's again wrapped inside," replied Aisyah, and Jiwo just had a joh.
"Great cheese, Mister, can you make this much cake?" praise Alena. "Nice again."
"Great what, if not dibanu you guys yes I will be a meter," argued Aisyah while lifting doughnuts from oil.
"We're just stirring the doang, Ais. To ukura dakaran with the right taste, you're the one who is erratic," Arum also voiced.
"Alright, if there are flaws, right, you judge," Aisyah still did not want to lose.
"But, Mister is great too" praised Arum.
"If Arum were to speak, it must be the tip of Mister's trousers" Anum chimed in.
"Yes!" Anisa also chimed in from within.
"Ah, you guys. Why do you know my mind?" arum protest did not accept. Everything just broke together. And so is Jiwo. Arum and Arin, Jiwo's two wives are perverted not playing. Two of them also like to lick the contents of their husbands' pants even though they are dirty because of sweat. If the others depend on their circumstances, but if Arum and Arin, without a second thought, just go crazy.
One by one, the traveling salesmen arrived. Deftly Aisyah immediately greeted them and divided the merchandise that had been packaged in plastic. While the rest of the doughnuts, Aisyah asked Alifa to continue frying.
Jiwo is still there. He watched the wives who were busy with their respective duties. Jiwo ceaselessly amazed at their compactness. From various activities and circumstances, they never protested at all. Justu if there is anything burdensome, they will always talk about it with a cold head.
"Mister isn't selling anymore?" ask Adiba while in the kitchen to take a bath in a new house.
"No, Deck. Vacation first, fear what's wrong with being pregnant."
"Geez, Mister, sales are okay. There are also people at home" said Alana.
"Yes, Mister, isn't Mister going around for four days anyway?" Alena is protesting.
"Yes, Mister. And Mister must remember, the cost of giving birth is not cheap," Aisyah reminded.
"God! You guys are the most happy to play keroyokan," reply Jiwo pura did not accept.
"Yes, but if in bed, play it one-on-one, not a wiggle, Mister," Mesum Arum's mind came out.
"Geez!" pekik Jiwo.
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