MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Open Shirt?
The tense atmosphere still enveloped the thirteen women. Fear and worry still enveloped them. While Mom and Jiwo looked concerned at them.
"You don't worry, everything will be fine. You guys are calm, aren't you?" jiwo said with full softness. He could not bear to see his wife so frightened.
"But, Mister, we're afraid they'll come again" tweeted one of his wives who represented the fear of all.
Jiwo sontak commented a smile. "You are now my wife's wife, so it is appropriate that I protect you. But only three of them. If they are like that, fight! You guys don't be scared, okay?"
They nodded weakly. Not that they do not believe in Jiwo's words, but the trauma they have still imprinted in their hearts and minds. While Jiwo, he chose to go to the bathroom because the intention of the bath was delayed because there were guests. In his heart he was determined to do anything to protect them.
Until without feeling the night has now approached. The front room tivi in Jiwo's house, like a headquarters for his wife. They love to gather and hang out there. Sometimes Jiwo and his mother feel confused. If they are gathering, they are talking in their own country language.
"Where are you from?" jiwo asked who was sitting on the long chair on the left side of the television attached to the wall. While his wives prefer to sit on the floor and carpeted red. As Jiwo asked, New mother came from behind.
"Out of Karyo's house," replied Mother, then she sat in the same chair that Jiwo was sitting in. "You go to the shop, Wo."
"I'm planning to go there, too, Mom. Mumpung Mak already at home, yes, Jiwo to the stall now only."
Mother nodded only. Not to forget Jiwo also said goodbye to his wife's wife about to go out for a while. It did not take long, Jiwo had slid into the stall that had been visited by three suspicious people. Arriving at the stall, Jiwo immediately expressed his intention of coming there.
How shocked the owner of the stall when he heard the story from Jiwo about who they really are. The owner of the stall immediately felt bad for Jiwo, because he had said everything. Even they also showed the location of Jiwo's house.
"Surely all your wives are scared huh, Wo?" ask the shop owner's woman.
"Yes, it must be, Mother."
"Seriously, Wo. I don't suspect anyone at all. I believe when they lie. Ah, shit!" said the husband of the shop owner.
Jiwo smiled at her smile. "Not what, Mom. Only tomorrow if you see them again, please tell me, Mas."
"Sure, Wo. I'll definitely call. Chances are they'll be through here again," replied the shop guy.
"So they came home through here. The car they parked in front of the empty house owned by Mbak Asih Loh," continued the wife of the stall owner.
"Please, Wo. If they come again and sort of, I'll ask Rt and the neighbors for help."
"Good, Mas. Thanks huh?"
After chatting for a long time, Jiwo finally chose a goodbye because time was also getting night. In his steps towards home, Jiwo's mind glazed over to imagine the fate of his wife.
Arriving in his own yard, Jiwo saw the front room was dark. Jiwo then entered through the side door.
"Loh! How are you alone? Not going into the room?" jiwo asked as soon as he entered the living room, his eyes saw one of his wives sitting alone in front of the television.
"Tonight it was my turn to accompany Mister to sleep, so I waited for Mister to come home" replied the woman who was nicknamed Alena.
"Give it!" pekik Jiwo was a little surprised. "Yes, come into the room."
Jiwo entered the room first then followed by his wife. Even though it's just as awkward but it's like that's what must happen. As usual, before going to bed, there was a small talk between Jiwo and his wife who got a jawdal turn to sleep with him. So did what happened tonight. Because just by talking, the awkwardness between Jiwo and his wife will slowly disappear.
"Where did it feel like, going for the sale?" jiwo asked while leaning his body against the wall.
"Funny. What else is the food you sell good. The buyers are so many" replied Alena who also sat leaning on the other side of the wall. Jiwo faces south, Alena faces west.
"Thank God, if you're happy," Jiwo said, and they let each other smile
"Mister,"
"Hum? What's?"
"Mister didn't take off his shirt?"
The deg!
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