"Oh, mister, come here this way!"
"No, mister, come with us!"
"No, with us!"
"No, with us!"
Two groups of women were pulling Nimuk from both sides, trying to get him to themselves. And right in the middle of it, Nimuk was smiling—but also crying.
"I knew it. Every woman I see would come to grab me once I stepped out. But alas, how hard it is to be this handsome and attractive. Since I can only choose one among them all..."
While Nimuk was in the middle of a difficult thought—trying to decide who to choose—the tension between the two groups finally erupted past its limit.
"Hey, back off! I'm the one who saw him first!" shouted one woman loudly, stepping forward toward the other group.
"Hmph! If every man a woman sees belongs to her, then why don't you marry that beggar you see every day?" retorted a woman from the other side.
