MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Mr. Rt Visits.
After scolding his men out, Hendrik shed his body on the long sofa in the middle room. He just this time looks very frustrated because of the problems that occur in his business. Occasionally he massaged his temple who felt dizzy due to the severe problems that came due to the stupidity of his men.
While he was dizzy looking for a way out for his problem, Suryo came up with a very unfriendly face. There was clearly an anger that the man wanted to pass on to his dirty business partner. Hendrik can only resign if Suryo will abuse him.
"How can the girl get married, Hendrik? How can we go so far?" suryo asked with a thunderous voice filling the room.
"I heard the news myself not too long ago, sir. I was shocked and could not believe it" Hendrik replied in a relaxed manner.
If they are no longer holy, we lose big, Hendrik!" said Suryo beaver.
"Well, how else, Mr. Suryo. I myself do not know there will be an incident like this," Hendrik replied still with holding back his emotions. "But there's something more dangerous for us, sir."
"What's that?"
"The woman confessed that they would be made into a call woman."
"What!"
When the people were overwhelmed by the news they had just heard, at the same time, the women were laughing cheerfully with one man who was their husband. In front of them, scattered the merchandise that was being sorted according to the type and price.
Jiwo is routine once a week to control the merchandise. He will calculate and estimate when he will go shopping to meet stocks that are reduced or even exhausted. In addition, he is also discussing a business plan that will be undertaken by his wife so as not to be saturated at home continue every day.
Since having many wives, Jiwo's work has really become very light. Usually if you are controlling merchandise Jiwo almost spend all day. But at the moment, all of his work is almost done in just two hours less time.
"So guess when Mister's gonna go shopping?" ask Anisa.
"Maybe in two weeks, you guys buy the trade for you. Should be today we go to the market to check the stall," Jiwo replied while occasionally sipping a cigarette tucked in the crack of his finger.
"Mister want to go shopping by himself or something?" ask Arum.
"Maybe I'm going to take one of you, it's okay?"
"It's okay, Mister. Anyway if we follow everything that is even more troublesome," replied Alifa.
Jiwo smiled faintly. "Thank you for your understanding. If you have time, we'll race to the beach."
"really?" Jiwo nodded for sure. "Yeah!" all of Jiwo's wives cheered happily, and Jiwo could only singly smile at the simple happiness of his wives.
"Let me open the door" Jiwo said as he stood up and headed for the door in the living room.
"Eh, Mr Rt, what's wrong?" jiwo asked so she knew who had come to see you.
"Who? You home, Wo?" instead of answering, Mr. Rt threw a question with a surprised look.
"Have a good holiday, sir. Dingy. Sit down first, sir," Jiwo replied and then invited Mr. Rt to sit on the front porch chair. "Sir Rt is necessary?"
"Yes, Wo. That's about the villain car, want to be flanked? Not good enough to have land, Wo. Why not just go to the police?"
"The driver is that, sir, but the man has run away. It can be evidence."
"Certainly? What is the fate of the car? Shouldn't it be placed in your yard? The car keys are on you, right?"
Jiwo looks mangosteen mangosteen several times. "Well, I'll take it, Mr. Rt."
"Yes, that's better. Was it really yesterday, Wo? The one who kidnapped your wife is the one who wants to sell your wife's wife?"
"Yes, really, sir. The proof is they can find my wife's wife here. They were looking for him."
"Yes yeah? They don't want to lose their money. If it's still a seal, it can sell at a high price, wo."
"Yes, it seems so. It's just as amazing as the person who set them up. People are hard to even get knocked out."
"Yes right, Wo. Then, Wo, should you hunt fast motion? You secure your wife's wife!"
Moving fast? You mean Mr Rt?"
"You took all the crowns of your wife's wife, Wo. If that happens, what can criminals do?"
The deg!
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