The Bitter Three's
Alwa is Treatment

"You're this ..". "but David was even at a loss for words. They're on their way to David's gym. "Open a matchmaking bureau how?"

"ah! You're not playing beautiful! There is a way to keep their lives secure, still have a husband, but also not violate the trust Suleyman," said Susan while thickening her lipgloss.

"We're not sure if they'll fit in or not,"

"I still have another candidate,"

"Basic," then David sighed. Free to argue with Susan, surely this woman will not want to lose.

The streets of the capital in the morning are quite crowded. Pedestrians enjoy the beauty of the city during the weekend, the car lane is diverted, so the distance to the destination is indeed further. But there's a lot they're going to argue about, so it probably won't be boring.

"David," call Susan.

"What?"

"Are you feeling bad luck because of past sins?"

There was the man's nudity, "I often feel that way" he said. "I tried to correct my behavior a little. Frankly, I learned a lot from Alwa and Hanifa about adab and fiqh. Suleyman educated them well,"

"They're both," Susan shook her head, "About looking pitiful, yet admirable in her own way,"

David frowning. "Well, what's going on? A Susan praising something?"

"Hey, even if this is how I can be sportive, you know!" Susan Protests. David just smiled.

"Aren't you tired of arguing about everything?" ask David.

"Hm, it's my habit. It's bad, but it's often not controlled" Susan murmured.

"Hem,"

Their trip on Saturday morning was refreshing. There is a whack of relief, which has been pent up so far has been issued.

"Susan," murmured David.

"What?"

"You're my first woman,"

"Well, try to be more clear,"

David took a deep breath. "I was shocked when Suleyman handed over Alwa and Hanifah. I also have the type of woman of dreams and they are not my taste at all. Their thinking is simple and tends to be boring, Hanifah is quiet and gloomy with a dark aura, Alwa is cheerful but harbors sadness full of falsehoods, their style is monotonous typical of villagers, and their aroma is not pleasant. I just wanted to run away at that time,"

"But you're still marrying them,"

"I promised in a panic. It was actually rash. After the end of the iddah period, I didn't even concentrate on the contract. And amazingly I lasted 1 month living with them,"

"For 1 month did you avoid the first night?"

"My reason, I'm still in mourning. It seemed that the two of them had also greatly lost Suleyman. But the trouble came when my father asked. Moreover, accompanied by the suggestion that my time limit is 3 months to give them an inner living. Holy hooch! I can't imagine it!"

"The problem is, you live in America, and the standard of beauty there is quite high" Susan said.

"That's how," David shrugged his shoulders. "Then there was the exhibition, I was invited by your Papa. And I saw you for the first time. But because I got married, I'm just sick. Moreover, my mind is not concentrating,"

"How did we meet?" ask Susan. The woman really does not remember.

"After 1 month of living in the house I began to dare to talk. It's not funny living in a house but being quiet with each other is awkward. They turned out to be quite fun. And as we got closer, Alwa asked about the first night. I suddenly got scared and ran off to America the other night, on business grounds,"

"Geez," Susan stroked her forehead. "You're really not polite,"

"Their faces are indeed sweet and naturally untouched by any chemical product, but I still couldn't bear it. Moreover, I don't know them at all! I'm not the kind of guy who dips here and there even though he's used to seeing his chest and thighs exposed,"

"Geez, David," Susan should be happy to hear it because they're yelling, but in fact Susan was even more sad when she heard David's curses.

If this is so bad. Do I need to increase the cost of Alwa's treatment?! To be honest I want them to look beautiful too, because being beautiful is the dream of every woman. Susan thought determined.

"And on your escape, we met," Susan said.

"Yes. To forget them, I let you tease me. Although I also imagined how your Papa's face when he knew his daughter was with me, in the casino anyway, in the City of Sin (Las Vegas is nicknamed Sin City), imagine if Papa we know, Papa, I could have been fired as a kid!"

"And after we made love? How's it?"

"I'm starting to get to them,"

"By imagining me,"

"Yes,"

Susan took a sad breath. "That's why you guys keep getting dressed when you make love?"

"Yes,"

Susan shook her head. Really sliced.

"David, how about we go for a walk? There are many city parks to relax while walking while chatting" Susan suggested.

"Hem, so can you," murmured David.

-----***-----

"Waaaahhhh," Alwa looked at everything with sparkling eyes. People walk around jogging in Ecopark Ancol. "Be gracious, Lord God!"

"Lumayan right mbak while we wait for the clinic to open, the streets here?" sahut Raka's.

"Yes! Aye!" Alwa nodded excitedly. His veil was waving in the breeze. "I've only seen it in ads so far, I didn't expect it to be here! Let's explore!"

"Ready!" raka is excited.

And they also walked together to enjoy the park in the jogging track area.

Raka told me all about her work. Alwa also talked about her life. They exchanged thoughts, came to the chat, and,

"I'm afraid of Abi, sometimes I envy seeing Ma'am Susan being able to get along with Abi" Alwa said.

"Mother Susan was familiar with anyone, even with Galuh who was as cold as an iceberg. I just need a long adjustment to be able to synergize with Galuh," said Raka.

"I thought it was because Susan was beautiful, so she melted the hearts of many people. But I was wrong,"

"Hem, sometimes the cunning cunt snake anyway,"

"Damn! This Raka! Don't be so insolent, he helped us a lot!" Alwa.

"Mak Alwa loves Mr David?" ask Raka suddenly.

Alwa was silent.

"Mbak Alwa, in order to cultivate a sense of love, it is necessary to sincerity and ... "

"communication. Yes Sister Susan has already said that," cut Alwa. "How can my love grow if Abi's attitude is always cold to me, Mas? Had he been as warm as Mas Raka I would have stuck rice kayak keinjek in the soles of the feet,"

Raka said, "Jeez, my allusion" he said on the sidelines of his laughter.

"I want to dance and look beautiful, to melt the ice of his heart. Yes, I am also his wife Mas, it is my duty to please him. I want to see Abi smile because of me. Like she smiled when she said Susan,"

"Oh, so it's a 'job' thing, is it? Because it's Mbak Alwa's job as a wife?"

"Yes, that's it,"

"Abi Suleyman was like that?"

Alwa. "Abi Suleyman treated me with affection,"

"Even if the intimacy is shared with Ms Hanifah?"

"I'm sincerely living,"

Until here, Raka does not want to go deeper into Alwa's life. Because he had asked too many questions about the household life of others. It's not a portion anymore.

So for the sake of politeness, he switched the conversation

"What breakfast do you want, Ma'am Alwa?"

"Not here sell pecel?"

-----***-----

"Mbak Alwa, with me it doesn't have to be awkward huh. If it hurts or blisters just say so I know what medicine I should buy," Raka said before Alwa walked into the special waxing room.

"This Raka Mas knows things like this huh? Susan's mom comes here often?"

"Bu Susan removes hair on her body with laser treatment method, but the price can make Car DP and it is not only once. There's another string of complicated convulsions about the corruptor's trial,"

"Mas Raka himself ever went inside?" ask Alwa.

"No. Make what? I know this place is also from the internet," Raka grinned.

"So, we both don't know the process?!" Alwa was starting to get scared.

"Mr Alwa, experience is the most important teacher. If we don't try, how do we know?" Raka grinned and gently pushed Alwa's body to enter the special room.

"Drink Mas?" an operator offered Raka a drink while she was in the waiting room.

Raka just nodded with a smile.

"Waiting for his wife?" ask the operator to try familiar.

"Hem, yes," Raka replied simply so as not to be asked any more questions.

"Oh, hehe, please drink it," and the operator stayed away. But Raka could hear whispers in the front room,

"Well, it really is! Who wore the veil earlier,"

"Ah, I think sodaraan doang, where handsome again,"

"But he wears a tattoo, he wears a veil. Not really a slam?"

"Perhaps the former criminal has been penitent, continues his penance because of his bin,"

"It's so sweett tauuuu!"

"The word of the treatment man, his bin looks very ordinary. Yeah, sweet but innocent looks, and it's like it's like a panick,"

"Hem, weird yeah,"

Raka heard all the talk in silence. Let's just say, he's been used to digosipin. He was liked many times by many women, or men, and it all seemed ill-fitting. So at his age, he decided to be single first. The nickname Consort Bu Susan also often attached to herself and Galuh.

Because both have above average levels and they are often around Susan.

"ASTAGHIRULLLAH!! LAA ILAHA!!"

"Ohokay!" Raka choked on her tea. That's Alwa's scream.

So the man panicked and went straight into the treatment room.

"Why? What's up??" raka Exclamation.

Alwa, in an absurd state and both thighs opened, revealing her femininity clearly emblazoned. And the position of the therapist is pulling the waxing cloth from ...

GRETT!!

"ASTAGHIRULLLAH!! SICK MBAK! Mas Raka what's hereiiiii???" yelling Alwa, but he was in a position not to move.

"Sori. She thought to her mother Alwa why-not," Raka immediately came out of the room with a reddened face.

"Geez," reflected Alwa's private parts in his mind. "Ouch! Lusty!" and the man went to the bathroom to wash his face.

About 15 minutes later, all the hair on Alwa's body was removed, and given a special lotion to reduce the pain. Alwa exited the room awkwardly.

Raka glanced at him, but glimpsed. After that, the awkwardness happened.

"See yes," Alwa accused.

"Sorry,"

"So far how do you see itaaa?"

"Everything,"

"Eragh!" lamented Alwa.

Raka let out a breath.