The new wife

"Honey, do you want a new wife ?" one day my wife asked me...
"What ?" it might be my slip of hearing....
"I want to live in harem ...."
Good Allah, it was right...
"Do you mean I can have another wife after you ?"
"You do honey, even I already have the incumbent...."
Alhamdulillah, it is a flush, royal flush !
"If you don’t mind who’s the incumbent dear ?"
"She is not the strange one, I am sure you have already known who she is, because she was your classmates when you are in Junior and high school in Solo........."

...polygame is a hardest thing to do weather you like or not it's thereality...

My goodness, who the hell is she ? Who knows......

You can call her by Ms Nurul , she was my classmates from elementary to high school. She went to Parijs Van Djava to study at the Instituut Van Gadjah, she got a long dark hair en sensual lips, just like the blossom rose.....hmm..she match with me I think........

That night is unforgettable night, I could not sleep, how could I ? I got a real big surprise at once; I might have a dream swallowing the moon. Her husband beat her. She is the widow with no children. What an idiot....women as pretty as Nurul has been looked after with senseless treatment....

…the other morning, I said to my wife "dear, I want to talk about yesterday’s chatting, I think I can go with your offering....it doesn’t mean that I am Casanova one but I feel pity to her when you told her miserable life...."

What a man, numero uno liar...
"Alhamdulillah honey....I myself the one that propose your second wife to be....alias my sparring in our marriage "

my new wife....

That was the greatest word on that day, I have imagined what happened to my 200,000 nd night....with Nurul....as my wife’s partner in marriage........I have an erotic imaginary situation, I would to scrub her long-dark-hair gently, and I’d kiss her blossomed-rose lips....oh my God ! My body turned to fever....

"Honey....!"
"Yes dear..."
"Wake up, it’s been 07:30 already, you better hurry up unless you want to have your workday late...!"
What the F*** !! I got up directly, so it was just a dream ? Mutha fucka !!!!! It was self-explanatory, how can I have such good and humble wife ? She even proposed my second wife ? Not like my habit, I never tell my wife about that night’s dream...unless I want the third world war....
"Go hurry to have a bath ...do not waste your time..."
"Errrr...yes...." replied me in minor mode....

Up to present I always smile if I remember that dream , I wonder where the hell those dream come from. Maybe it came from my last mudik journey with my buddy, the Doctor. He told everything about her. Lucky for me the women was the beautiful Nurul , not Madame loso...that’s I call the nightmare.....

Koeaing!
let the flower blossoms to millions...