MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Enemies Lose Step.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
The sound of the door being knocked. Three well-built men who were in the rented house room felt shocked when they heard it. They felt strange when the door of the house they were contracted to had knocked on him. Could there be guests? Wh who? A few quick questions came to their minds. But instead of the three men dissolving in curiosity, one of them chose to stand up and move towards the door.
"Yes, sir, what's wrong?" asked the plontos-headed man as the door opened and his eyes caught the figure he knew as the owner of the rented house standing in front of the door. To the surprise of the man with the head of the plontos, the owner of the contract came with several people who were staring at the plontos with an unfriendly look.
"Sorry, sir, disturbing, something I want to ask you, sir, can we talk for a minute?" ask Mr. Haji, the owner of the contract.
The plontos's forehead is wrinkled. He seemed to be thinking as his eyes looked at the few people in front of his house. Questions came back to his mind.
"alright, Sir. Where are we talking? What's in here at my dad's?" ask the plontos.
"In here alone," pinta Pak Haji. The Plontos finally let it all in.
There were no seats in the contract. Not even a mat. Pak Haji and the others sat on the ceramic floor. Indeed, the owner of the contract does not facilitate other items other than beds and cabinets in each contract. This is indeed commonly done by every contract owner.
Out of curiosity, the two people in the room decided to go out and see who had come. How surprised they were when in the rented living room there was already a rented owner and some men were sitting inside the house they rented. Either forget or how the three men who live in the rented did not recognize one of their guests who looked at them cynically.
That's Jiwo. The man held back his turbulent anger so that the plan he had laid out went smoothly. He did not want emotions to destroy everything. Therefore, Jiwo chose to be calm like the others. What is important for Jiwo one by one is that the problem will be solved soon tonight also for the sake of his beloved wife.
"What's up, sir?" ask Bejo who is following along to sit with the others. Although the faces of Bejo and his two colleagues look sad but they must be able to cover their true identity. They should be able to be polite.
"Gini, I just want to ask, what exactly is your job? And what are you guys really doing here for?" ask Mr. Haji.
"Loh, sir, didn't we say. We are traders and we are here looking for a place to expand our business, sir," Bejo replied calmly despite the astonishment and anxiety he had with him.
"Are you sure you're just traders?" now Jiwo who took a voice made Bejo and his two colleagues look at the man with astonished and questionable gazes.
"Oh develop the effort? Don't you want to catch the thirteen women who ran out of your hands?" tanya Jiwo accompanied the insinuation.
Bejo and his two colleagues were shocked to hear this and immediately looked at Jiwo with sharp eyes. In their minds they asked, from where does that person know what their purpose here is?
"Hahaha ..." Bejo's laughter broke right then and there. To cover up his nervousness, Bejo and two colleagues were forced to laugh even though it sounded very bland. "I'm sorry, you're wrong."
Jiwo smiled cynically. "Who are people? Unfortunately my memory is still strong, when two of my wives were forced into the car. Oh yeah, I'm still keeping records of your actions, want to see?"
The deg!
Bejo's smile instantly receded. So did his two friends. In his face Jiwo face sharply while remembering the incident that Jiwo said earlier. How surprised they were when they just remembered Jiwo's face. A panic-stricken roar was immediately clearly visible on his third face.
"Do you remember who I am?" jiwo asked with a triumphant smile.
"Damn!" peekuk Bejo and he were about to rebel, but Jiwo and the group immediately moved quickly to secure them. Although there was a fight, but the number of more residents made Bejo and his colleagues lose terribly and give up.
"We'll just go straight, take them to the police station, Wo," one of the residents suggested.
"Yes, Wo, right," said Mr. Rt and others.
"Relax, I've thought about it. But we take them to somebody's house for a surprise."
"Surprise?"
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