
After returning home from the city, Namira, Kamila and Sapphira lay their bodies in their rooms. Going all day was enough to make them feel exhausted. What else they bought was also quite a lot, therefore they look very tired because they muter around looking for goods in a store that is very spacious and large. Precisely like the Mall but special items of home furniture and accessories.
"Enak yah has a Blackcard, can buy anything, the money will not run out," said Namira interrupted between the three women's chat.
"Fortunately Julian, got a gift like that, we can not minkjam yah for shopping?" Safira chimed expectantly.
"Hahhaa .. where possible," Kamila denied Sapphira's remarks. "Who is he, who are we?"
"Well, we're Julian's wife" Safira replied as she turned to Kamila.
"We won Julian's wife" Kamila replied as she tilted her body and propped her head up with a hand replying to Sapphira's gaze. "But we are considered wives when outside the room. In the room, we're like strangers."
"Yes too?" Cetus Sapphira. Then he again spread his body facing the sky of the room. "Now Julian looks more like a rich man. I was just a poor family in his eyes. Maybe soon I'll be divorced by Julian and soon I'll be a widow."
"True, we'll be widows soon. Julian will soon find a woman who is rich and equal to him" Namira chimed in.
"If Julian divorces us, think we're still doing it?" Camila asked.
Without them noticing, their chatter was heard by someone from behind the slightly open door. That's Julian. He did not expect the three women in the room were still misperceiving their attitude first. Of course Julian became an emotion, again the wives related to linking his situation with property.
"Keep talking about divorce" Julian said as he opened the door and stepped into the room. Julian's arrival and speech certainly made his three wives aghast. They even got up and sat on the mattress with faces suddenly panicked and surprised.
Julian stood up without looking at his wives. "Am I that bad in your eyes? Until you always relate it to my past mistakes to you? Even you seem to look down on a marriage contract, until you have thought about our divorce," Julian then stepped up and sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his head.
Julian inhaled his breath deeply and exhaled it slowly to reduce the rumbling in his chest. "I never measure women by their rich or poor, no. I am just a human being with a deficiency. I would feel embarrassed, panicked and very agitated if any woman expressed her feelings for me. That's why I used to be so rude to you guys, not because I matre or anything."
The shocked faces were immediately visible from the faces of the wives. They looked back at each other with questionable eyes and curiosity and disbelief in what they had just heard.
"I've even been taken to a spikyater to tell me about the state of my soul. I've been like a madman. I myself am confused by my situation. Maybe in your eyes, I'm the perfect guy. Handsome, well-bodied, have their own business. But I'm just a human being who has flaws, and my flaws are different from men in general."
"So? Is it because of that, you've never been dating?" ask Namira.
Julian nodded weakly. "I'm also a man with a heart. I also want to feel close to women. But I can't yet. Even every time I was with you in the room, I died fighting my anxiety."
"Oh .. pantes!" exciting Safira. "I noticed that Mas Jul was always trembling and nervous when he was in the room. So that's why, I know."
"I'm sorry if I've been misperceived by your attitude, Mas Jul," Kamila said. "I think it's only natural that we think badly of you, maybe because we don't know each other. Once you know, your attitude toward us is like that. It's natural that people will think badly of you."
"Yes!" exclamation Namira. "Even until you're framed by Reynan and Lehan, I'm sure it's all because you're the one who never looks close to a girl."
"Then, is there a way? So that you can recover from your shortcomings?" ask Safira. "Maybe we can help."
Julian only shook his head weakly, making his three wives bewildered.
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