Womb of Rebutant
Must marry again

"Come, Bi. I'm ready!"

The deg!

The middle-aged woman turned to the origin of the voice. His face was red instantly as Risma remained wearing her usual clothes.

His hands clenched tightly with eyes glaring at Risma.

"Risma!!!!!!!"

Huuff...

My ear forefelt!

Risma stared flatly at her aunt. "You are deaf or sweet. Huh??" he said while pulling Risma's ear from behind her hijab.

"Ouch.. Duh.. Sick auntie! If Auntie wants to take me somewhere, then Auntie let me wear this shirt or I don't come at all!" it was her firmness that made the old woman even stronger to pull Risma's ears.

"Yes Allahh.. To him.." - Risma without a voice.

From the outside came Uncle Risma who had just finished talking to someone.

"Come on Ma. That guy wants to meet us tonight at the jasmine restaurant. Come on, get ready." Said Uncle Risma immediately passed the two people who were currently still struggling with those ears.

"Huh. Congratulations you fucking kid!" the ketus hit Rima until it fell to the floor.

"Astafghfirullah O Allah.. Hathuh.. What about my ears? You peyot granny!" risma said as she stood up and headed to the terrace of her house to wait for the two middle-aged.

While elsewhere.

"Huufff.. Your trials are heavy, God.. Older brother. Brother should what? My mother wanted to have a grandchild from me. My wife does not want to get pregnant. How do you want to get pregnant, if this marriage is just a status? For the sake of covering up his disgrace, I am the victim! If it wasn't for his father, I wouldn't have married a woman like him. Athaghfirullah O Allah.. Give your servant this way out. I need a wife who can be my place. My place is spoiled and shares my love with her. Suppose that.. You sent someone to me who was more than my first wife. Then I'm willing to get married a second time."

"My marriage to Dilla is not as harmonious as people see it. In fact, when we were at home, he and I slept separately and were busy with each other's lives. O Allah.. Send a wife for me to edit in a lawful way.." - She said with her eyes closed.

"Huffd.. I have to see Dilla first to talk about this." Imbuhnya immediately took a mobile phone and dialed Dilla's name there.

The call is connected, but very long raised. Until he wanted to turn off his phone the connection was lifted.

"Egh.. Uh.. Honey.. What!" ketch

The young man who looked like Mother Zizi sighed every time he heard a sigh from across from his wife's phone. More precisely a wife who is just status.

He's having fun with a lot of guys out there.

"I'm getting married again this afternoon!" he said spontaneously making a sound across there silent.

"Again disagreed. I don't give a shit. After all, this marriage is only a status for both of us. I need a wife who can meet all my needs. And it wasn't you. This afternoon, I will marry with or without your consent!"

The voice behind the phone chuckled, "Lit up to you Doctor Artafariz! It has nothing to do with me! If you want to get married again, please! I won't stand in your way! But remember, don't take that woman to my house! That house is my house! The house my father gave me. Not for you! So then.. Don't try to take it and stay there!" he answered with a hunting breath because he was busy with his duties.

Occasionally there was a loud sound that could be heard clearly in Arta's ears. "good. I'm getting married this afternoon. And for home. You just calm down. My salary as a surgeon is enough to buy a house in one twenty-four hours! I'm going home to get all my stuff. Because after this I don't live in your house anymore!"

"It is good that you are self-conscious! Ugh.. Ah.. Honey.. Yup! Fasters! Uggh.."

Tut!

Arta was very angry with the behavior of his status wife. "Once in a while it's still ja lang! It will never change! Just look at it later! I'm gonna straighten this out and divorce you!" his growl immediately rose and headed towards Melati's restaurant where the middle-aged man he helped wanted to meet was there.