MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Still Enjoying the mood.
After being satisfied daydreaming and imagining his thirteen wives, Jiwo grabbed a towel and went out of the room to the bathroom. Since there were other women in his house, Jiwo now rarely bare-chested. Though Jiwo body shape including the dream body shape. Stout, athletic and sturdy.
While sleeping too, Jiwo now prefers to wear t-shirts. Usually he is more comfortable sleeping just wearing a color. But since there are women who sleep one mattress together, Jiwo forced to sleep while wearing a shirt.
Two days after getting married, Jiwo's habits have now changed drastically. From trivial things such as making coffee and cleaning up his wares, all are taken over by his wife. Wonderful and happy. That was what was in the simple man's heart and mind.
Another habit that was suddenly lost from Jiwo after there were women in his house was singing Indian songs while Jiwo was in the bathroom. Usually if you are bathing, Jiwo will sing pieces of Indian songs. But for the past few days, he had not done so out of shame.
As of this moment, he chose silence while performing his bathing ritual. There is only the sound of water adorning the bathroom. Until the bath is finished, Jiwo chose not to make a sound at all. Dress instead, Jiwo brought it to the bathroom. So if he finished bathing he immediately put it on after drying.
"Mister, just eat right away? I wait," said Anum. The wife who was in the sale, as soon as she saw Jiwo enter the living room after finishing bathing.
"However?" reply Jiwo. Then he went into the room for a moment to tidy up the hair that was still wet. It did not take long, Jiwo was seen out of the room to the dining table which was almost attached to the dividing wall between the living room and the kitchen.
"What have you eaten yet?" jiwo asked as he landed his butt on the chair.
"No, they will eat it after us" Anum replied, taking a plate and filling it with rice and some side dishes. Then he placed it in front of Jiwo.
"Thank you" said Jiwo. Again his heart warmed up to get such a simple service.
"Why say thank you? This is indeed the duty of a wife," said Anum while putting a large glass filled with warm tea. Jiwo only smiled faintly and he directly devoured the prepared food before him.
In the front room of the television, the other wives were learning the language of the country here with their mother. Although using a rigid language, but little by little they began to be able to remember and pronounce it correctly. Jiwo who heard them studying, very salute with the persistence of his wife's wife.
Until the time continues to move, now the night has also been present. Jiwo chose to sit on the terrace of the house alone while enjoying cigarettes and a glass of coffee. While his wife is now there who began to help Mother prepare her merchandise. There are also those who are still learning Indonesian.
"You're not done with the merchandise, Wo?" mother's questioning voice surprised Jiwo who was daydreaming.
"It's done, Mom. By them," Jiwo replied and then turned off the cigarette that was almost gone. "You're done?"
"Tomorrow they're in the sale, Mommy?" jiwo asked as he grabbed the coffee cup and then took a sip of the contents.
"There were, three people who followed. Later if they are smart, Mother is told to rest. Let them sell."
Jiwo was initially surprised to hear Mom's confession but soon he saw a mangosteen mangosteen. "So the others take care of the house?"
"Well, that's why, Wo. Try to find them busy. They also need money to hold, right?"
"Yes, Mom. I-i know. I've been thinking about it, too, but haven't found out exactly what activities can make money."
"Well the plan, how much do you want to give them? Anyway, now they're your wives."
"I knew. Maybe I'll talk to them first. If I give directly, surely they will refuse because they still believe, they will not be here for long."
Now it's my turn to look like a mangosteen. "Yes, you're fine, Wo how good."
Jiwo assented and they again dissolved in other chatter, until the night was getting late. Mom came in to sleep. While Jiwo, still contemplating on the porch of the house.
As Jiwo was engrossed in playing with his own thoughts, he was startled by the sound from the entrance.
"Mister! It's night, let's go to bed?" take one of his wives.
Jiwo's heart immediately beat fast, his heart rustling. Nervously he answered. "Eh, yes .. Come on!"
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