THE VIRGIN WHO WAS (ALMOST) STAINED
Julian's

"Is it possible that the mother had also experienced not being accepted by the mother's husband? So you split up with Dad? I should ask my uncle. I'm adjusting to my Mom and Dad's past."

Recalling the advice he had just heard from the most valuable woman in his life, Julian thought he had to learn to get closer to his three wives. As bad as Julian had been, he also did not want his name to get worse because he was accused of not accepting his wife.

Julian got up from his room and walked slowly with a very pounding heart. In the living room he saw Dana and Dini watching cartoons. Julian teased them for a moment. Her mother, the twins, was cleaning her room.

As soon as the aunt finished, Julian left his cousin's sister to go to the room where the wives were. Gathering all his strength and courage, Julian slowly opened the door and entered.

Julian's three wives who were inside the room were of course shocked when they saw their husbands go inside. Spontaneously they immediately got up from lying down and sat down with a feeling of unworthiness.

"Mas Julian's going to bed?" ask Safira. Among the three women was indeed the Sapphire that looked the calmest. Although sometimes he is also a bar bar, but not spread the bar Kamila and Namira. "If you want to sleep, let me go out first."

"No need," Julian replied quickly despite sounding very nervous. Julian's eyes circled around his room and saw sacks filled with envelopes donated by neighbors and friends, as well as several piles of wedding gifts. "That's a gift why didn't it open?"

"It's yours, Mas jul," said Kamila who rather stiffly called Julian with the word Mas. She was reminded of the Sifa call that Julian called Mas Jul, so Kamila decided to follow Asifa calling Julian that way.

"Who said?" julian was a little upset. "That's our wedding gift. You guys, ighh."

"Yes yes, sorry. Yeah, we've opened the card now," Kamila replied quickly before Julian showed his fangs. Kamila and Namira moved lazily to take the pile of gifts in the corner between the bed and the closet and put it on the floor of the room near the mattress where the wives lay.

With hesitation, Julian sat on the floor facing his three wives. If to be honest, Julian actually wanted to run away immediately because his feelings were not enough like fainting. Even the sweat started pouring down the shirt he was wearing. But in order to change things better, Julian tried hard to resist the anxiety and panic that was very extraordinary attack him.

"Would you count the envelope first or open the card, Mas Jul?" ask Namira.

"Clear," replied Julian nervously with eyes looking in all directions.

"Alright," Namira replied as she rubbed her chest and turned towards the other two women. Kamila and Sapphira repelled her laughter at Namira's reaction. "Patience," they said softly.

"Mending the envelope first, wondering how much?" kamila proposed while dropping one of the sacks filled with envelopes.

"When the marriage preparation is only two weeks, I am only half a sack is not full" said Kamila.

"That still means mending me dong yah?" Namira. "I have half the envelope bag."

"Well, you are a marketer" said Kamila.

"Opaan, not necessarily, I'm just a market person get a little," Safira replied.

"Hahha .. because you are less slang, Fir," exclaimed Namira.

"Ash."

Julian who occasionally glanced at the excitement of his three silent wives revealed as thin a smile as possible. While the three women who were there, as if Julian did not exist, because their husbands were silent a thousand languages from now on. Until without feeling the contents of the envelope has been all open.

"Checked again, one time someone missed a sheet" Kamila said.

"Udah all," replied Safira as she stuffed the twelve envelopes into the sack earlier.

Now the money from the donation has been neatly arranged among one of them all. Money has been calculated and the results are really quite decent.

"Well, a lot! The money's gonna be flanked, Mas Jul?" namira asked while seeing Julian was dividing money in different parts

"This one is for my family. It's for your family, and the rest for you."

"What! We?"

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