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On the same morning elsewhere.
"Bejo, how? Did you get more info?"
"For sure, Boss. I even already inbok the same person who posted and it turns out there. Although he does not know who the bride-to-be is but he said it happened suddenly."
"Yes, you just skate. Get two people to come along."
"Big!"
A man named Bejo just slid out of a big house, leaving his boss sitting while sipping his cigarette. The face of the man who used to be greeted by the boss seemed to be thinking about his failed money mine. Mine money by ruining a woman's life.
His name was Hendrik, a thirty-five-year-old widower. A leader of a dirty business who has long given him a life of luxury. Starting from his habit of changing partners easily when he was young, making himself think hard how to build a good business. What else is the state of the economy that is not supportive, the main factor of young Hendrik assured his intention to study this business.
Originally in joining one of the big Bosses. The charm of young Hendrik who was very handsome became his own advantage for the Boss at that time. Hendrik was given the task to ensnare village women and was not educated with his good looks.
One year and two years, Hendrik can still fulfill the wishes of his boss. But the longer, the betrayed soul Hendrik increasingly struggling. By inciting several fellow men, Hendrik was able to sneak the boss into prison.
Hendrik has power. But because of his business, he had to lose his son and wife. Business that was initially unknown to his small family, finally smelled the smell of his carcass even though it had been covered as much as possible. Henry prefers business to his wife's son. Hendrik's wife and children chose to disappear without a trace even though the divorce decision has not been reached.
Kluntang kluntang.
The sound of a cell phone ringing disperse Hendrik's daydream. The man immediately grabbed the phone lying on the table in front of him.
"Hallo."
"Yes ... Okay ..."
"okay ... I'll be there soon."
Clik.
Phone call ended. Hendrik immediately rushed away from his house to a place.
It doesn't feel like it's noon now. In one corner of the village, Jiwo and one of his wives, were resting under a mango tree in front of the house of one of the subscriptions. The wife was tidying up merchandise that was randomly randomized by customers. While Jiwo is counting and tidying up the money in his sling bag.
"It seems, of the three places we visited, everything seems rame huh, Mister?" ask the wife from the top of the motorcycle tub while tidying up the merchandise.
"Yes alhmdulillah. Perhaps thanks to your prayers as well, my two-day merchandise sales have increased tremendously" Jiwo replied while checking the books.
"Yes thank God, Mister. I'm happy."
"We're gonna get some food first, Dad? What do you want to eat?" tawar Jiwo's.
No, no, Mister. I will eat at home later. The other Kasian," the wife refused to make Jiwo stunned.
"God! Yes it can't be. They can also be sold tomorrow, right?"
"But, Mister ..."
"It has. Yesterday Anum was too. Now it's your turn. The other tomorrow. Fair, right?"
Alifa finally resigned. They decided to buy meatballs because Alifa is spinning. He was informed that meatballs are the typical food of this country that many foreign tourists like.
"Wear this," pointed Jiwo.
"What's this?"
"This is called ketupat. Made of rice," Jiwo said, cutting the rhombus into small pieces into his wife's bowl. After that he also cut the rhombus to himself as well.
"Wear this too."
"That's what?"
"It's sambal and it's fried. Sambal is a kind of spicy sauce typical of my country. If it's fried, cobain."
The wife nodded, she immediately tasted meatballs that had not been mixed with soy sauce and chili sauce.
"Hmm delicious .. the sauce is fresh!" alifa exclaimed with sparkling eyes. Jiwo who sat in front of him just stared in amazement at the face of one of his wives. Dimata Jiwo, Alifa is adorable. Not only Alifa, Jiwo also often feel anxious with other wives.
They enjoy meatballs while chatting. Their chatter was dominated by the voice of Alifa who was amazed by the meatballs and fried food she ate. Until without feeling the bowl in front of them has been exhausted. After making the payment, the two of them went out to continue selling the roving.
Until the afternoon.
"Is this the village, Bang Bejo?"
"That's possible. We better get down and ask the people."
"okay!"
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