MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Plasteredness
"Because I like Mister."
The deg!
For a moment Jiwo was stunned to hear it, but soon for the umpteenth time his lips again carved a smile on his face. His eyes continued to stare at the woman who might have deliberately avoided his gaze out of embarrassment.
Maybe because it has been too long alone, and also Jiwo's heart has long been empty. So the statement he had just heard was still very shocking to him. What else is new this time there is a woman who very frankly, said meyukai Jiwo. Like in the sense of what? jiwo asked in his mind.
"You can only joke around" Jiwo said in response to his wife's confession. And Jiwo's words just succeeded in making Alana dumbfounded to hear it.
"Who's kidding?" alana protested without changing her lying position. "Emang Mister doesn't like it? If I personally like Mister?"
"Eh .. ehm .. not so," replied Jiwo nervously. "What do you like about me? I'm not a rich man?"
Now Alana got up and turned around and then shifted closer towards Jiwo with a gaze full of seriousness until Jiwo was made wrong behavior. Alana's eyes kept staring at Jiwo. Inevitably, Jiwo also returned the gaze of the woman who is now his wife.
Alana raised her left hand and placed her palm on Jiwo's field chest. "I like Mister because Mister's heart is warm and kind. Even when I first came, Mister let me rest when I was sick. Mister helped me no matter how Mister was doing. In addition, Mister also this afternoon saved me back. How much Mister protected me. Isn't that enough for me to like Mister?"
Between groggy and awkward, Jiwo can only comment on a smile. His mouth was silenced even though his heart was warm and happy. Jiwo as if there is no idea to express his feelings through words. She was too nervous but she could not turn away from Alana's eyes.
"I know, Mister's silence must be because Mister doesn't like me?" terka Alana with a big smile. There is a sense of disappointment to see the man who became her husband choose silence even though his eyes look towards her.
"It's not. I like you, I like my other wife. I'm just afraid, if my heart is biased, then I can't be fair to you. As for now, I don't want to choose between you guys."
The disappointment that had struggled in Alana's heart, now crashed and changed the heart that warmed. "Why doesn't Mister want to vote? Isn't life full of choices?"
Jiwo chuckled for a moment. With full courage he grabbed Alana's hand that was clinging to her chest. In his hand was tightly held. Inevitably, Jiwo was carried away by an atmosphere accidentally created by his wife.
"If I choose one of you, I will be disappointed in myself. I asked you to marry me, and I didn't want to be selfish in choosing one. Until the time comes, I will keep you all as my wife."
Alana smiled knots then she again shifted and sat beside Jiwo with her hands still grasping each other. "I'm like a shameless woman huh, Mister?"
"Well, as Mister had heard, I was frankly fond of Mister."
"Not wrong, why should you be ashamed? We are now officially husband and wife. So that the relationship is not bland, is it not appropriate if we like each other?"
Alana looks mangosteen mangosteen. "But, have any other wives expressed feelings for Mister?"
"You are the brave one. Not all of them can accompany me to sleep? You're the fifth woman."
"Hahaha ... but Mister seneng right? Every night with a different woman?"
"Hahaha. But baby, just accompanied by sleeping doang. Not accompanied by others if the night is not cold," said Jiwo unconsciously said something that he had been holding.
Alana was shocked to hear her husband's confession. He stared fixedly at Jiwo's face which was smiling smile. Unknowingly, Jiwo's words touched the woman's heart.
"Does Mister want to do anything else before going to bed?"
The deg!
Jiwo's smile that had developed immediately receded. He was still a little confused by Alana's question.
"You mean?"
"So Mister said, want to be with the others so that Mister's night is not cold? Does Mister want to do anything else to keep from getting cold?"
"Whoops!"
...@@@@@@...