MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Fake Story
Where did you come from, the news?"
"Yes from Mom, Mas. He said yesterday afternoon very late in front of Jiwo's house."
Hmh! The belagu people are like that. Not quiet his life. The style of the marriage of thirteen girls, there must be a mulu problem that Jiwo can," he said to the woman in front of him. The man was enjoying a plate of rice and side dishes, while the woman only occasionally drank iced tea that she ordered and bit the fried food presented in front of him.
"Is it possible that Jiwo's wife's wife is actually a troubled woman? If it's not a problem, isn't it possible? They want to be taken by people?" she said to her husband who was eating alone.
"It could be that" the husband said. Just as he was about to continue his words, there came a voice that cut off the conversation of the couple.
"They are indeed troubled women, indeed" the couple turned towards the source of the voice with frowns. The man put on his best smile and approached and sat down on one of the chairs there. "I'm sorry, I heard you guys talking about a foreign woman getting married to a resident here, right? That woman is the woman we're looking for."
"meaning?" ask the woman.
"The woman was actually a troubled woman, me and my colleague yesterday came to pick them up and return them to where they came from. But the man who became her husband even hindered our good intentions. Perhaps the man had already been influenced by his thoughts so he just believed what the woman was saying, "the man calmly explained so as not to arouse suspicion.
"Women's men have problems how?" ask the woman with a curious soul.
"Yes, you know the term woman is not true. That is their real. Maybe because here they are new, so they have to pretend well. But later after they act, many households will be destroyed because of their charm and allure."
"Well! Seriously they're that bad?"
"Who? Yes, I have to lie. Now it's logic. They're women, they're gonna need treasure, right? Men who are their husbands are not rich men. They can live forever. Yes maybe now they still want to live hard, but someday if the income they receive is less, you must know what will happen."
"Ah right! They would definitely entrap other men to earn money. Whoa! Mas, this can not be allowed," said the woman enthusiastically to the husband who had been more silent and just a listener for foreign men who came to them.
"Are you sure of what you said?" ask your husband whether he believes it or not.
"Well! Well, better take them away from our village, Mas. Kasian later father, in the rest of his term as a lurah will be smeared," said the woman so enthusiastic.
"Right, we can't let them stay in our village too long" the husband replied.
"And I'm ready to help bring them home" the man continued with a big smile.
On the other hand, the man who was a gossip material was sitting on the grass under the mango tree while watching the wife who was serving and watching some young people stirring her collection of color pants. They are looking for color pants that can be used for soccer uniforms.
"Lance, Wo?" a voice surprised the man who was daydreaming while looking straight at his wares. Feeling someone say hello, Jiwo then turned to the source of the voice.
"Eh, Zi. What are you doing here?" jiwo asked his best friend, Ozi.
"Send stuff, tuh!" point Ozi towards a box car that distributes household goods. "Looks like your wife really enjoyed going on sale with you, Wo."
"Well, as you can see, they even make their own schedule for changing around," Jiwo replied as he looked at his wife.
"Hahhaha .. cool! How's it feel to have so many wives, Wo? Every night must be fun, right?" guess Ozi, Jiwo only has a smile as a form of answer to Ozi's question. "Curtain! just a smile? Don't don't, you haven't touched them, Wo?"
"What the hell, Zi. Things like that are used in all nonsense," Jiwo protested.
"God! It's not wrong to talk about taboo like gini. This marriage. Don't tell me you haven't touched them in a while?"
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