
(Edwan POV)
For some men, being in my office is fun. When a woman craves me so much to be her companion. What was more pleasing was that Dinda Erik asked me to marry Rabi, a widow ten years older than my age.
Despite being old, Rabi is a young woman. His face was wrinkled, his hair was white. But his body still looks solid and contained, his butt is still crazy, his chest is still plump. Her hair is now always colored blond so that the gray hair is no longer visible. When viewed from behind she is still like an ABG girl.
But what I feel right now is a great feeling of guilt for the wife who gave birth to my children. Our various conditions and situations have been passed. Sometimes happy, sometimes difficult, sometimes healthy, sometimes sick and sometimes have money sometimes also not.
With a heavy feeling full of burden, I uttered the qobul ijab. Although it was repeatedly wrong, I was finally able to say that sentence for the second time in my life.
When the voice of the people around me simultaneously uttered the lawful, at that time my heart was so painful, a sense of emptiness continued to lurk in my chest cavity. I feel like my life spirit is no more.
it felt like this heart when I saw the fact that Dinda, the woman I loved so much, I had a duet. Smile is always emanating from the look of her beautiful face and not boring she showed in front of many people.
It was as if his heart said that I ra popo. But I knew that in the depths of his heart, there was a gaping wound that was very painful. The wound was obviously there because I had cut it down.
I know he's blessing me to marry Rabbi for good. So that the Rabbis do not continue to threaten me and my family. But if I could choose, I know she would want to be a single wife, not polygamy.
"The sadness that so enveloped my heart was so stifling that I felt even more depressed when the second wife Rabbi I had just married came to me.
The old lady wearing bridal clothes, greeted me and kissed my hands with great reverence. At that time my head seemed full so that I could no longer think and say anything. I just kept quiet and reluctantly looked at the woman who now holds the title of my wife.
Fortunately, my first wife Dinda patiently advised me and tried to encourage me. To be patient and patient in dealing with all of this. My heart grew even more upset when Rabi with his subtle style tried to hold my hand to walk towards the pelaminan. With more and more insolence I clasped the hand of the Rabbi and walked quickly ahead of him to the security.
The various annoying comments from the invitees really made my mood even more disgusted.
It was late in the afternoon, and no one else came. All residents took to dismantle the tents and pelaminan that we had occupied.
Now I'm in the guest room with my second wife Rabi. Whereas. Dinda and the rest of my family came home, they left me to live a new life as Rabi's husband in a village that was quite far from the city.
After Isya, I invited my wife to pray yes in congregation. I tried to sincerely accept my fate.I accept all God's scenarios even though my little heart could not accept all of this.
I lay on my back with both palms as a pillow. My mind was glaring deep back when Dinda and I were about to run our first night. Everything went so beautifully.
I never thought I'd repeat the first night with a different, loveless woman.
Suddenly my vision was blurry as a body came out of the bathroom in a bright red lingerie.
I rubbed my teary eyes, trying to remove the puddle of water so as not to block my view.
My new wife's voice shocked me. I looked directly at his face, down his neck, chest to the end of his legs. I know what she wants is something that a newly married couple would look forward to the most.
"If it were not my duty as a husband to give his wife an inner living. I will definitely leave this place. That place made me very uncomfortable.
The woman I just got married this afternoon walked up to me. He sat next to me and touched the fingers of this hand and then squeezed them slowly to make this heart shake so violently.
"Darling if you can't start, let me start first. He kissed me and fucked me with only my shorts.
We repeatedly kissed affectionately, but strangely not a single organ in me reacted. My wife's rabbi continued to pamper me in various ways. But there was no reaction there.
"Why he is silent, how would he be included if his condition is so weak," said Rabi while touching mine that has not been wrapped anything.
I was surprised, when I was at home with Dinda, just by looking at each other I had reacted and was ready to start the battle.
But while with Rabbi, we have made various efforts, but mine still fell asleep comfortably in the nest.
Finally, because we feel tired, we decided to sleep and will try it next time when the condition is calmer.
I don't know why I feel so relieved that we didn't manage to do it. I don't know when this feeling will continue. I should just follow the plot and pray that God gives me the best solution in dealing with this problem.
Now I have been here two days in Bambu Kuning village, and until now I have not been able to do my duty as a husband to his wife. Sometimes I felt bad for Rabi, but somehow I did not react at all, even though in my heart I was not at all interested in my second wife.
"Later if the city do not forget the doctor, dear. Check why it's not active when it's going to be used. What is usually also like that, "asked Rabi.
I was confused to answer Rabi's question. I want to be honest that usually mine is fine. But I'm afraid he's thinking strangely about me. Want me to say that mine was always like that so that he did not continue to claim his rights, I was also afraid that his reaction was not like the one I had in mind.
"Yes Rabi, I used to be fine, but maybe I've been too exhausted lately. Hopefully next week we can do it.
Sorry I can't be a good husband to you. Now that I see Dinda first, you're fine here I'll be back five days later" I told Rabi.
"If your five days are only kasini means five days later you can go there right? "
Rabi's question reminded me of my agreement with him when I proposed to him. That the fair version in my dictionary doesn't have to be the same and I have to go back to explaining to get him.
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