Buying Wife

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"Mom, cook a lot? it seems very good.can be smelled from the smell," said Putra. After his bag was taken Bi Mirah, and his coat was taken off and the Son immediately sat down. Roll up the sleeve of his shirt and take the rice pitcher.

"Let me get it, sir," said Mahira as she took the centong out of the Son's hand. The man stared for a moment and then pulled his hand. It was obvious that the Son was so awkward.

"Is this enough?"

Mahira's question is not Gubris' son. Apparently he was still unfocused due to his awkwardness.

"Sir? is the score enough?" mahira's voice was slightly raised. Only then did the Son come to his senses and give an answer with a nod.

"What side dishes are you wearing?"

"Everything can."

"Mixed in one plate?" ask Mahira wonder. The son looked at Mahira and then he realized when he saw the many side dishes at the dining table.

"Kale is just like fish. Yeah, that's all." Styled son.

Mahira took two spoons of kale and goldfish which she cooked using yellow seasoning. After finishing serving the Son, Mahira walked about to go to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" ask Putra.

"I'm going to the kitchen, sir."

"Well?"

"I want to eat with the others. If there's anything I can help you with, just call."

"You just eat here. Sit down."

Mahira was doubtful. He was silent for a moment until the Son called him. Mahira immediately sat down on the chair that the Son appointed.

"How old are you now?"

"I, Sir?"

"Hem." The eyes of the Son are still on the plate.

"23 years, sir."

"Do you know how old I am?" ask Putra while feeding rice.

"Yes, Sir. My mother told me everything. Including this recipe."

"This is your cooking?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why do you want to marry me? our age is far away. I'm old."

"Just the same, sir."

"meaning?" The son stopped eating.

"Father with the man who will marry me in the village. Both are old, but you're still single while he's got four wives."

The son almost choked on hearing the explanation of the girl before him.

"Emak saved me by paying off all my father's debts. The old man deliberately loaned money to the father and invited the father to play gambling. He's been after me. He knew my father wouldn't be able to pay the debt."

"Your mother? where's she?"

"There was. She lives in Majalengka with her extended family. My mom and dad divorced when I was in high school. My mother never called or visited me for fear of my father. The old man was afraid a lot, right? I lived as a child, my father had to be brave. Why didn't you?" the girl began to look sad. Eyes glazed.

"I'm done eating. Excuse me."

I don't feel her tears dripping. He rubbed the circle slowly and resumed eating that he had not finished. Without him noticing there was a man watching from the stairs. He's the one who hasn't really left since. Son.

*****

It's a Saturday. A holiday for the Son who works five days a week. He deliberately lounged after carrying out two rakaat in the morning.

While in the kitchen, Mahira and Bi Mirah were busy cooking after they cleaned the house.

"Neng, your husband-to-be is a bad guy. As far as I know, he has never dated. So, Neng will have a little trouble after marrying him."

"It's okay, Bi. I'm grateful to have survived that leech. I did not expect more from the son. I'm just gonna exercise my mom's desire to take care of her son."

"The monkey will not arbitrarily marry his son to a woman. I'm sure Neng is not an ordinary woman."

"ah! Bi Mirah could have. I am a village woman, nothing good. I'm just lucky. That's all."

"Yes, you are very lucky. Good people are always lucky."

"Maybe, this is my prayer, Bi. I always pray that my life will be better than what I have been through. My body is no longer able to withstand a blow from the father," he said.

"Hopefully always be happy, Neng."

"Aamiinu. Pray also that I can be a good wife to my son. I can't imagine a marriage without feelings. What is it like in the movies, Bi? will you change your love after a long marriage? could my husband marry his girlfriend again? or ...."

Mahira's almost uninterrupted words stopped instantly as the Son cleared his throat. He signaled that he was among them. Bi Mirah just smiled knot.

"Eh, Sir. Already awake? what do I want to do?" ask Mahira clumsy.

"no need. I just happened to pass by."

"Oh, okay."

"Mas, I'd like to talk to you for a second. Can you?" ask Bi Mirah.

"Say." Son replied.

"I want permission to go home. All this time I wanted permission but was always confused as to who would keep and serve Mas here. If it is now ...." Bi Mirah glanced at Mahira.

"alright. How many days?"

"Weekly, Mum."

"OKs. Let the driver deliver." The son left the kitchen. Mahira immediately approached towards Bi Mirah.

"Bi, is he like that? it means talking very briefly. Is there no reason why my aunt came home? or whatever. What if I live with him? it's weird to talk to people who talk so short and ironically."

"It's good. That's the most important."

"Yes, that's right. Why do it with people who talk a little if his heart is good. Than men who talk a lot tend to be liars."

"Well, that's absolutely right. Oh, yes Neng. This afternoon my aunt came home. Take good care of the son. Don't let him eat late, he's got stomach ulcers."

"Yes, Bi. I will make sure he always eats on time. Don't be surprised if Aunt comes back here again she'll look fat."

"Don't. He's not good-looking anymore."

"Are you handsome, huh Bi? I haven't seen his face for long. Haven't seen for sure if he's handsome or not? how do I see her face? no photos in this house at all? should I steal a glance while we are eating? or will I only have that chance after we get married. When he sleeps new I will look at him for a long time. But, Bi. Anyhow if he wakes up when I'm looking at him?"

Bi Mirah just laughed at the chattering of Mahira who turned out to be very chatty. Meanwhile, the Son just shook his head to hear it.

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