My wife is a Jungle

Who's That Man?

The next day, Beleza's entourage arrived at the shelter of the Jungle Tribe. There were no distractions during their trip, except for the strange-looking behavior of Udin and Sampuraga—both of whom always walked behind and kept a safe distance with the Jungle Youth troupe, like PSBB only.

The Jungle tribe has unique customs, as well, that is, they will stop for a month until their food supplies run out and continue their odyssey again to another place in the mountains of the row hill located in the middle of the island of Sumatra.

Seeing the arrival of Beleza and the others, the children of the Jungle Tribe immediately scattered and approached them. The children were very happy, because the food supply would be abundant again after a few days just eating wild boar hunted near the stopover area only.

“Kakak syantiekkkk!” The ten-year-old little girl directly jumped into Beleza's arms. “I miss Brother Eza, no sister here it feels like Fiza is getting older just because playing with grannies!” his weakness.

However, suddenly Fiza was astonished to see there was a man who looked different from the men in the Jungle Tribe in the basket belonging to Malin. This man looks cleaner and whiter, more adem lah when viewed—kontras once with the Needy Jungle Tribe Youth.

“Who is it, Uncle Malin?” asked Fiza to Malin while touching the young man's cheek with his index finger.

Beepang smiled brightly and whispered, “This is Beleza's future husband, but don't tell the others, yes! Later–”

“Horeeeeee Eza's sister is getting married!” shouted Fiza while jumping up and down in excitement.

Malin patted his head, apparently playing secrets with little girls is not easy. All eyes immediately turned to him and he whistled while looking up at the clear sky in the Bukit Barisan Mountains of Sumatra Island.

The face of the Elders of the Jungle Tribe was unsightly, shrinking their faces and the words that made the ear itch were thrown.

Beleza and Malin can't do anything. However, Beleza's spoiled attitude remained visible, he covered his ears with his palm so that he would not hear the Elders' brief lecture.

It is like an unwritten law in the Jungle Tribe that it should not blend in with people who come from outside the Tribe, and the Youth of the Jungle Tribe actually violates the restrictions that have been passed down the generations.

The chief of the Jungle Tribe came out of the hut made of woven bamboo and roofed his grass leaves after hearing the commotion.

The old man in the tiger skin robe, the stick with the human skull in the grip of his right hand walked towards Beleza who was actually smiling at him. Though it was clear the face of the Chief was wrinkling and holding back his anger.

He tried to be soft on Beleza, because this girl is his nephew and all this time he was spoiled and obeyed all his wishes.

“Beleza! What the fuck?”

The Chief said in a soft voice, but the intonation he used was clearly a statement— who scolded his nephew.

Beleza doesn't know what to answer? His face immediately bowed lethargic, he also glanced at Malin to help him find a shortcut so that the Chief did not get angry anymore.

Malin frowned, but Beleza winked at him, causing a dilemma. However, he immediately shook his head unwilling to risk being scolded by the Chieftain.

“Beleza!” exclaimed the Chief who knew this girl wanted to throw her problem at the others.

Beleza smiled wryly as she bit her black nails.

“A-I found her drifting in the river, for pity I asked Bang Malin to bring her he-he-he!” Beleza.

The chief of the Jungle Tribe shook his head at the actions of his nephew. His head immediately throbbed .. confused as to what decision to make and he also had to make a fair decision so as not to be impressed in favor of his weapon, he said, and there is no jealousy from other members of the Jungle Tribe—because it is not fair.