MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Guests Not Invited.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
"Excuse me!"
A heavy voice boomed from the front of a resident's house. Three sturdy men wearing black jackets stood while waiting for the owner of the house to come out.
Armed with information from the shop owners they went to, they were increasingly convinced that the thirteen women were the women they were looking for. They got the home address of the person they were looking for from the shop owner.
Twice already, one of the men knocked on the door but there was no word yet. Until the third knock only heard the voice of a man reciting from inside and opening the door of the house.
"Who is it?" ask the owner calmly.
"Do I need to be with the homeowner?" ask one of them. His face showed no hospitality at all.
The owner of the house went out and closed the door. "I'm the owner of the house. What's the need, huh?"
The three strong-bodied men exchanged lyrics. I don't know what cue they're giving, but it looks like the host is still trying to calm down.
"I'm looking for my sister? He's been missing for a few days with his friends" said one of the three men, who had a plontos head.
"Continue?" ask the owner of the house. Of course he doesn't believe it. He already knows who they are. The owner of the house sits on a chair on the terrace. "Please sit down."
The three men then sat on a chair on the porch of the house. There was a disappointed look from their faces as they were not welcome to enter. Maybe because the plan didn't work out. One of them even quietly continued to look towards the inside of the house through the glass attached to the wall of the living room. But his efforts included futile, because the glass in front of him is black glass so it is impossible to clearly see the situation inside what if seen from the outside.
"I heard that the one who owns this house just got married to thirteen women. Can I see them? One of them had my brother. You see, they're abductees" said the plontos chief lying.
"Where do you know I'm married?"
The three men were staring at each other again. "Can I see your wife? Is he among them?" pinta the head of the plontos.
"Do you have a picture of your brother?" the question of the owner of the house made the three surprised. They looked at each other again. Of course they are confused to answer.
The owner of the house named Jiwo suddenly commented on the smile and looked at the three men in front of him. Since the three men played the skit, Jiwo happily participated in their play as well.
"Well! I'm sorry, if I can't do that. You must have proof first, and then I believe," Jiwo replied still with a very calm feeling.
The three men looked at each other again. There was a sense of indignation visible from their faces. They want to do it with violence. But they can't do that. They don't want their cover exposed later.
"Unfortunately, we don't have the picture, '" said the plontos head with a face that looks sad. Jiwo just smiled wryly looking at their acting.
"Yes already, if there is no business I want to enter, because soon will maghrib. sorry?" jiwo tried to drive them away subtly.
"Oh yes, can I join Maghrib here?" ask the man wearing the black hat to arrive. I don't know where he got the idea, he could ask like that.
Again Jiwo just commented a smile. "Wow, what a pity I can't. There is a mosque. Nearby from here," reject Jiwo while pointing at the mosque dome that is not far from the complex of his house.
"Oh yeah, yeah, Mom. We go to the mosque first" said one of them. Followed by two others. In a fit of annoyance they left Jiwo's house. While Jiwo, his smile was on his back while staring at the departure of his guests. After that, he immediately went to his wife.
"How, Mister?"
"Just calm them down" Jiwo replied. There was relief from the faces of the thirteen women after hearing the answer from their husbands. "But you have to be careful? I'm sure they'll find another way."
What Jiwo said is true. The three men would not give up so easily.
"Tonight we find lodging in this area first, we have to use another way."
"Ready!"
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