The Hundred Thousand Woman
Part 1's

Wilson Alexander Hovers, a young businessman whose name has become a headline on news sites, both print and online media. Its business that has spread abroad and turnover that reaches hundreds of trillions makes it one of the business people whose wealth is recognized by the country itself. The business that Wilson runs is one of the businesses that can raise the economy of his country— United States.

In this sophisticated age, where mobile phones are already the king of the world, it is impossible if people do not know who Wilson Alexander Hovers is. From end to end, a billboard with Wilson's face always plastered real. Not infrequently, there are tourists who stop in front of the billboards and ask his friend to immortalize himself with Wilson billboards. Wilson's popularity is equivalent to the popularity of idols whose names have gone global. For some business people, Wilson Alexander Hovers was the pioneer of young entrepreneurs. Just imagine, at the age of just thirty years, he was already the first richest man in New York and the fifth richest man from all over the world.

If young and single women are asked about “Who is your ideal type?” Most of them will definitely answer, “Wilson Alexander Hovers.” Because in fact Wilson deserves to be the criteria of the ideal type—visual like a painting of life and money that will never run out, successfully making the women become hysterical. Anyone would want to have Wilson, the man who was awarded with one hundred percent perfection.

Unfortunately, Wilson's ring finger has been filled with a ring made of pure gold whose price does not need to be mentioned again.—saking expensive. The perfect predicate man already has, already bound by the sacred promise that has been passed by his thin lips five years ago.

Maureen Cruz, the beautiful woman who five years ago made a sacred promise on the altar along with Wilson. Like a couple that has been outlined by fate, two people with perfect visuals always managed to make anyone who saw feeling envious. The news of their marriage five years ago really shocked New York society and destroyed the hearts of single women who are eyeing. Unfortunately, of the many women, there is only one woman who is lucky and can have Wilson completely, he is Maureen Cruz.

There is no such dramatic story as Cinderella ....

The meeting between the rich and the poor, or the cliche matchmaking story that is always seen in some dramas, they meet and marry purely because they have long known. Both of their parents have been friends, have pioneered cooperation between companies, which is why these two phenomenal couples can meet and bind each other.

“Wil, do you think this dress is suitable for me?” Maureen turned around, revealing a knee-length blood-red dress with no arms. Very beautiful expensive dresses—gifts that Wilson had given during the celebration of their wedding day and deserve Maureen to wear. Wilson smiled with his head held up and down. Not to forget also he gave his thumbs up to signal if the red dress is very fitting to wear tonight.

“Honestly, you are suitable to wear all kinds of clothes because you are beautiful.” Wilson threw a successful compliment making Maureen smile in embarrassment. No kidding, the visual of his wife is indeed stunning, like a living doll. Before they got married, a lot of men were after Maureen. Everyone was fascinated by the beauty and the beauty that was like a puppy. You see, Wilson's class, whose taste is high just stunned and adored, let alone other men out there who set beauty standards as a woman's top priority?

“Then, dear Mr Hovers, can you come out for a moment? This wife of yours wants to change clothes,” Maureen chirped with a restrained laugh. She always treated Wilson like a king and it made her husband a little upset. The man disliked Maureen's self-deprecating voice, as if she had been paid to serve Wilson.

Wilson scooped, still unwilling to lift his ass from the bed. “Replace here only, Princess. We are legally and religiously legitimate. I have once controlled your whole body. So, what am I out for, hmm?” Slowly, but audibly, Wilson was able to catch the sound of his wife's whispering and began to smile broadly.

Because Wilson is a stubborn man, inevitably Maureen also immediately stripped off all his clothes with Wilson who was still behind him. It doesn't matter because they are legitimate. However, the shame was in fact ingrained. Although their status is husband and wife, still undressing in front of Wilson will make his face reddened because he can not resist embarrassment.

Actually, just seeing his wife change clothes already made something down there a little stiff. However, considering that their presence has been awaited by the Hovers— family, Wilson— parents can not do anything, can only pull and exhale and start thinking clearly again.

“Wil, can you please pull the zipper?" pinta Maureen, he's always been in trouble about this. No doubt, Wilson was always ready to help his wife. Hurriedly the man moved from his sitting position and began to pull the red dress zipper. Until finally their beads rub against each other through the reflection of the mirror.

"You're beautiful, you're beautiful. I'm lucky to have you, Maureen," whispered Wilson right in Maureen's ear, who succeeded in making the woman feel amused. Now, they were inseparable by the distance again because Wilson's hands had been perched friendly on his wife's flat stomach, not forgetting the chin he placed on Maureen's right shoulder.

Maureen's palm slowly stretched out to gently rub the back of Wilson's sweetly coiled hand on her stomach. For some reason, tonight he was overwhelmed with unpleasant feelings, as if he did not want to go to the residence of Wilson's parents. Like something was enveloping his little heart, his lips began to pass a question, "Wil, what do your parents want to talk about?"

A quiet atmosphere enveloped the dinner together today. Unusual, because both Wilson's parents always had a lot of talk. However, tonight, somehow the sound of spoons and plates clashing with each other is like a backsong accompanying dinner.

Mrs Hovers ended the activity, closed with a movement of wiping her mouth with a handkerchief that has been provided.

The middle-aged woman took a sip of her drink before finally staring at Wilson and Maureen with nanar. Before long, his gaze began to divert towards the husband to ask for approval to express the intent. After the nod, Mrs Hovers began to say, "Wilson, get married again" said Hovers, who choked Wilson and Maureen, who stopped chewing.

"What does Mommy mean to say that?" ask Wilson doesn't like it. Why did he marry again if there was already a female figure who was able to give him happiness?

"When did you two live like this? Until when do you two want to close your eyes and ears to the fact that Maureen is actually barren?!" mrs Hovers said, realizing the two people from the bitter reality that has been painstakingly removed from memory.

Two years ago, at the age of their third marriage, Wilson and Maureen went to the hospital to check their fertility. Both people feel strange because until then they have not been blessed with a baby even though they have often taken their time just to make love. The words of the doctor who straightforwardly diagnosed that there had been damage to the fallopian tube also made Maureen unable to relieve her crying and fell ill for a full week.

The harsh reality, that she could not have children at all had Maureen planted in her. Wilson never gave up. The man still continued to hope that one day God would give them a miracle. However, it seems that until this very moment, the hope they had embraced was a clear proof of futility.

The couple had given up and no longer expected to have a child. Even they both had thought of adopting a baby from an orphanage— where Wilson was one of his regular donors.

"Be aware, Wilson, you need a successor. Until when do you want to keep pretending like this?" suhut mrs Hovers again, while mister Hovers can only be silent. It's not good to force her son to marry again.

"I don't want—"

"We'll discuss it, Mom," sambar Maureen, cut off her own husband's words. As long as Wilson and his father-in-law agree, Maureen can't stop thinking about what Ms. Hovers said. Until finally his lips successfully passed a sentence that Wilson did not believe if his wife was able to say it.

Connect ....

I was gonna give you a title with Hundred Million Women, but it's not because I think a hundred million dollars is too much.

Should I give you a visual or do you guys do it yourself?