Buying Wife
part#17
"Tomorrow I start work."
"Yes, Sir. I will prepare everything later. Sir, when are you coming here?"
"Why? cape's working alone?"
"Very. Don't do enough just imagine. This house is huge and tall. While I am small, I have to do everything. I woke up at three not to pray, but to start homework. Not to mention the night before twelve must serve the Father, sometimes even during the day. I have to cook, wash both of our clothes. Eat three drivers and three guards. My body can be dry, sir."
"You want to find another maid?"
"Bi Mirah only. Why find another. I don't want our new maid to be a girl or a flower widow. He can gatel see Father. What if he seduces you? I don't want to be kicked out in the middle of the night, no more heavy rain. Hiiyyy."
"I can drive you out in the morning."
"Gee! I'm not cool!" Mahira was choking and hitting the Son's chest.
"Well, he said he didn't want to be kicked out by midnight. I can wait until the next morning."
"Delight! You're not funny."
"On the morning when the weather is sunny so it's not soaking wet." The son added with his laughter which managed to make Mahira even more upset.
"What do you want, marry a widow? or another girl? Are you ready to have a two wife? can it be fair? can you save both?"
"Loh, why not? if you allow it, so what?" putra Ledek.
"No! I will not allow you to marry again. Weee."
"Sunah loh has a wife of up to four."
"Four touts!!! ah, not cool!"
Mahira was really upset. He covered his body with a blanket and turned his back to the Son.
The son was silent for a moment. He took a breath and refocused on the book he was reading.
After how many minutes, there was a sound of sobbing from under the blanket. The blanket was seen going up and down in rhythm with the sound of crying.
"Rb ...."
"Don't open it. Mr. diem, don't touch the subject."
"You why? it was just a joke."
"No! don't open this blanket. Hu hu hu. Father don't touch me. Find a flower widow you want to touch. Hu hu hu."
Actually Putra was very intrigued to hear Mahira's vague chatter because it was covered in a thick blanket.
"Jealous?" ask Putra.
"Whatis that? I don't know what you said. Anyway I don't like it. Hu hu hu."
Son sigh.
"Wildamah! just don't open the blanket!"
"Open the shirt?"
"Can't!"
"really? yes, I have lowered the delay."
Mahira immediately opened the blanket. He knows if Putra lowers his slowness, it means he will ask for his rights.
"Why is it open? don't want this mosquito net to come down? lots of mosquitoes."
"Refault! there are mosquitoes in this room. Anyway, I don't want you to get married again. Hu hu hu ...."
"Why?"
"My chest is sick. I couldn't breathe imagining you getting married again. The pain is not clear, I don't know which side the pain is, it's not visible but it hurts a lot. Hu hu hu."
"Ra ... horrified me. Stop crying first."
"Hu hu hu ...."
"Mahira, wife. Denger first." The son held Mahira's hand. And Mahira was silent even though still as unwilling. They look at each other.
"You jealous? it's called jealousy. Because that means you're starting to love and like me."
"really? is this what it's like to fall in love? why is it so sick? do they also often feel claustrophobic?"
"Hm. Ra, we knew from the beginning how this marriage happened, didn't we?"
"He-it." Mahira nodded.
"I didn't think you'd fall in love so quickly with me. But Mahira, I have not been able to repay your love. The good that I do is only limited to carrying out my duties as a husband."
"Sir, if you fall in love it must be answered yes?"
"What?" The son was a little astonished by the question from Mahira. Not the slightest hint of sadness or disappointment from Mahira's face.
"Mahira, I haven't been able to love you until this moment. I'm being nice because, yeah yeah .. I want you to be happy."
"Well, isn't that love, too, sir?"
"No, I don't love you Mahira. Maybe not yet."
"Why? can I not be a good wife for you? it must be because ...."
"Because I love other women."
Mahira stared fixedly at her husband's face without blinking a single bit.
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