MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
So Misunderstand
"Now I ask Mister, what does it mean that our existence in Mister's heart actually means? What!" Aisyah.
"What do you mean?"
"Mister doesn't need to pretend not to know? If Mister had heard all of our talk, Mister would have known what my question meant. Seven years Mister was in contact with that woman, how many times did Mister say a word of love to that woman? As for those of us who have been legitimate Mister's wife, Mister never said the word love even!" aisyah's repressive speech silenced Jiwo's mouth.
"We realized that we were married without love, all because Mister wanted to help us. We were all wrong. We shouldn't have mocked Mister this morning with the former Mister, so we weren't just left out. I'm sorry, if we're much wrong Mister. We were too hopeful to be loved by Mister. Sorry," Anisa said with tears in her eyes and she slowly got up and left the multi-purpose room. The others followed Anisa's steps.
"Dec, where are you going? We're not done talking! Deck!" exclaimed Jiwo with his frustrated face.
Andin who turned last looked. "Consider first what Aisyah said, What do we mean in Mister's heart, and let us reflect on our mistakes, for it has been presumptuous to love Mister."
Jiwo again fell silent with a shy look towards his wife who chose to go into their respective rooms. Really Jiwo did not expect the incident this morning would be a problem like this. His disgust for Titin, even grew a sense of disappointment in his wife. Sorry, that's for sure. Jiwo should not have left his five wives who were pregnant and considered it trivial.
True to their words, until this moment Jiwo has never said love even to them. But according to Jiwo, does it matter? Wives should know and be able to feel it from the attitude of Jiwo all this time. Jiwo forgets that women always need certainty.
Jiwo laid his body on the chair that was in that space. His eyes were closed not to sleep, but to reflect on what was wrong with him. Even the stomach-wracking hunger, he ignored.
But soon Jiwo felt someone approaching him. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see one of his wives putting down a tray of food and drinks. Jiwo immediately got up and sat down. Jiwo continued to stare at the face of Aziza who was now sitting on the next chair with a look in the other direction.
"Dad!"
"Eat!, Mister from the morning had not had breakfast," said Aziza turned her head for a moment towards her husband and looked back in another direction. Jiwo could only sigh deeply and exhale slowly. Then he grabbed the food that was in front of him.
It is undeniable that Jiwo is very hungry. So he looks greedy to enjoy the dishes served by his wife until it runs out. After finishing eating, Jiwo was silent while occasionally scratching his head that did not itch.
But again he was surprised when Aziza approached him and undressed and thrust his twin hills to be sucked. At first Jiwo hesitated to bring his mouth closer, but Aziza brought his chest closer to Jiwo's face, so inevitably Jiwo's mouth grabbed one of the twin hills of his wife.
Aziza leaned back her body and closed her eyes. Letting the husband suck his chest until satisfied as a substitute for cigarettes. There is a haru taste in Jiwo's heart. Angered by the anger of the wives, they did not forget their duty. They are still willing to serve with all their heart.
"Mister what's going on?" asked Aziza who looked surprised until her eyes opened.
"Pengin came in here," Jiwo replied as he held back a smile.
"Make what? Our men are marahan?" reject Aziza.
"Who came in here to wait better? Not really, Dek?"
"But it's daytime, Mister! Again the heat of the air," Aziza replied trying to find an excuse.
"It's okay, people want it now. You're not as tired as the contents of my pants are already very tense," Jiwo replied then he stood up and opened his pants. "Three days' time my pants didn't go in the hole, Deck."
Aziza was silent for a moment after harshly blowing her breath. After all, she had to serve her husband, plus, she was also very fond of the contents of Jiwo pants. Aziza's hole had also been untouched for a week by her husband. Since Jiwo's wife's wife is pregnant, Jiwo is rarely associated with the bed because it takes care of them.
"Well, where are you going to play?" ask Aziza in the end.
Jiwo's heart was immediately excited, then he took off all his clothes. "Main is here."
Aziza just nodded. Jiwo instantly shifted the table and removed his wife's bermuda triangle. Aziza was still leaning on the chair, but her legs were now perfectly stretched. With a smoldering spirit Jiwo slowly inserted his stiffening object.
Bles!
"Ahh .." moans pleasure out of the mouth of both.
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