My wife is a Jungle

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“Nak, here!” The Chief of the Tribe broke the Zul reverie.

“Iya, Chieftain,” said Zul immediately ran up to him.

“From now on, throw away your clothes! Now you are a resident of the Jungle Tribe, so follow our tradition. Yu andesten, wouke?” said the Chief while giving three strands of clothes made from tiger skin.

“Wouke, aem andesten, ser!”

Zul followed with the language style of the Jungle Chief who out of nowhere he learned. However, Zul could still answer her eloquently and elegantly.

“Already, why else are you standing here. There-there! wus-wus!” The chief chased him away like he was driving away a cat that wanted anchovies.

Wrinkle Zul's forehead and he can only stroke his chest and then immediately turn right like a Boy Scout and with a steady step towards his bin.

Zul thinks he must quickly adapt to the Jungle Tribe's lifestyle, because he feels their character is strange once—fear will be wrongly beaten.

“That you already got official clothes, yes. Cie-cie new clothes, yes.” Beleza smiled mocking her husband. But Zul just smiled faintly and went inside the cottage.

“I'm hungry. Can I make more food!”

Zul pretends to be hungry because he wants to change clothes. However, Beleza instead tailed behind him—because he was still embarrassed to appear his body, even though they were officially married and recorded in the civil records of the Chief's personal secretary, even though they were officially married, Elala—, who is also a double officer and also acts as the chairman of the Association of Women Kece Tribe Jungle, and the beloved wife of the Chief.

“Abang want Eza makein gulai what? Fish, pig, wild chicken or gulai fern?” sahut Beleza with the spirit of ‘45 because he feels Zul has accepted the fact that he is a wife who really suits him.

However, after Beleza got off the stairs and Zul wanted to open his pants—Beleza's head reappeared at the door.

“Don't sleep yes, dear. Eza will make food with all his heart, which makes you addicted to eating it,” he said with a bright smile.

“Iya.. yes dear... fast masakin there!” sahut Zul with a wry smile while bluffing his teeth because of the arrogance of the bin.

“Huh, go also him. Now change clothes first,” muttered Zul breathed a sigh of relief

“Do not sleep?”

Beleza's head reappeared peeking at Zul who had already been—so Zul jumped back so surprised and he immediately closed his sparrows with his hands.

“Eh, I'm hungry, don't mess around Beleza!” shouted Zul—so Beleza ran towards the Jungle General kitchen with giggling laughter.

Zul was afraid he turned back to—so Zul closed the door of the cottage tightly because he did not want the bin to peek again.

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With a tempestuous spirit, Beleza directly cooked fish gulai mixed with fern vegetables in the general kitchen of the Jungle Tribe. Some of the wild tribe's mothers wanted to help him. However, he politely refused their gratification. Because according to him, this was a huge task mandated to him. He should work on the right path and say ‘No’ on nepotism.

Deftly Beleza sliced the onion using a kitchen knife that had been sharpened by the Commander of the Jungle directly, who was also his father. Not to forget the chili he milled using stone milling and wringing coconuts they took from the ghost valley, which is actually a resident there. However, because the concept of the Jungle Tribe is nature has us together. So they feel like they didn't steal anyone's.