THE VIRGIN WHO WAS (ALMOST) STAINED
Shame and Hate

"Why not change clothes, Jul?" asked the Grandmother when she saw her son was still wearing his wedding clothes.

"Shame, Mom. There's a girl in my room."

"God! They are your wife's wives" replied Sukma between wanting to laugh and also pity seeing her son. Uncle, aunt and Sifa also could not help but smile to see Julian sitting with his confused face.

"There's a newlywed who's embarrassed that there's a wife in the room" ledek Sifa while feeding her twin sister with a piece of wedding cake sprinkled with chocolate and cheese shavings.

"Shut up!" hardik Julian was upset.

"All the conditions you ask for, we've fulfilled the tablets, Jul. Time still embarrassed? Entered there. Maghrib, your time will continue. No shower?" Uncle Seno also spoke.

"But I'm ashamed, Uncle," Julian's whine still remained in his stance. "Uncle pake pike mikih marriage of all, so it's kayak gini."

Plaque!

"Ouch! Sick, Mom!" julian complained while rubbing his arm that hit tabok.

"Yes abis ye ngeselin. Don't always blame your uncle. All this is also for your good, you should be grateful to have a beautiful wife like them," said Bu Sukma.

"Really, Jul. They're your responsibility" Aunt Atikah spoke. "You don't want their parents to be angry and continue to insult your family? They're also hard at running marriages like this."

"That's their risk, Bi. If they didn't rape me, where there might be an impromptu marriage like this," Julian grumbled.

"Certainly? Do you want to be that irresponsible guy? Just because you're a victim, you want to ignore your wife? You want them to have the same fate as mom" Bu Sukma started to get emotional.

"It's not so, Mom. Holy jeez!" rebut Julian. "But I'm ashamed."

"As much as you are, Jul. For a long time Mother of high blood ngadepin you like gini," said Bu Sukma who chose to immediately rise from his seat and move into the room. One by one the other families left Julian in the living room.

Julian's face really looks frustrated at the moment. Several times he ruffled his hair and face out of annoyance with the fate that was happening to him. Julian didn't expect to be faced in marriage so soon. With a heavy heart, Julian got up and went to his room.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Me!" julian ketus.

"Geez!" scream at the woman in the room. "Ngapain knock on the door, the person's own room too."

Julian grunted in annoyance. He could have acted stupidly like that in front of his wives. That was his own room. Embarrassing. With trembling hands and a deep prayer, Julian held the doorknob and opened it.

After the door was opened, Julian stepped into the room with a still unruly feeling and a somewhat quivering body. As soon as he entered the room, Julian saw three of his wives lying on the bed. When the wives returned their eyes, Julian turned to look at the other side of the room.

Julian was still stunned by the current condition of his room. The closet is bigger and there are two. The mattress is bigger and has two. The bottom can be pulled as an extra bed if the bed does not fit four people.

Julian's room looks quite narrow, even though it has been added space commonly used for motor cages. Maybe because it is not neat because the preparation is very sudden so it still looks messy. As for the motor cage, move to the back ground where Julian sells.

"You can go out first, can't you?" julian asked without looking at his wife.

"Who was told to come out?" Kamila asked with a slightly irritated feeling that Julian gave the order but did not address them.

"Who are you, who else?" reply Julian with a slightly louder voice.

"Oh, us? Kirain's wall," said Namira. "Our people also have names, play orders at will."

"Yes, where don't look this way anymore. Although we're disgusting in your eyes, but we have a name. Are you also disgusted to mention our names?" Safira chimed in.

"Look, if Julian doesn't want to look at us, Julian's eyes, we're dirty and poor, we don't want to be with Julian's perfect partner" Namira said.

"Who thought that?" said Juian did not accept.

"We are who else. Not that we're talking. Actually there are still many who say that you prefer rich women. Do you want me to introduce a rich woman who suits your taste?"

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