Dowager Bohay

Psychiatric Strategy

"Fatigured rose? Just rest, let me take care of the stall!" tawar Djiwa's. He noticed that the Rose looked a bit sleepy but still waiting for his trade stall.

"It's okay, Mas. It's common for me to endure the drowsiness," refused the Rose.

The soul feels sorry for the rose. Since dawn, the rose has not fallen asleep. He shopped to the market, prepared the need to sell and serve the buyers who came. The soul has even rested for a while yet the Rose has not.

"How come there are beautiful women who work this hard when they are young?" inner Djiwa.

"Now it is deserted buyers. The rose sleeps first. I've learned how Roses serve buyers. Don't worry," persuade Djiwa.

Roses feel bad. Seeing Djiwa worried about her condition, Rose honestly felt happy. A lot of attention to him but Djiwa looks different. "alright. I'm gonna take a little nap. Titip stall yes, Mas. Remember, don't be a buyer. If there's none of them, my wares won't sell and then what will I eat with?"

"Yes, Rose. Just chill. Believe me, yes!" wheedle Djiwa.

Roses went inside and entrusted their stalls to Djiwa. The shop that is quiet buyers make the brain of Djiwa business work. He took a pencil and made a design of the Rose-picking chicken shop so it looks attractive through the paintings. Yes, Djiwa can paint a little, a natural talent that her Mama inherited.

The design of the stall is finished, Djiwa is bored. The centile man who originally wanted to buy was even canceled because he saw Djiwa who guarded the stall instead of the Rose. Djiwa re-spinning the brain, he did not want the Rose seduced by the male centil continues.

Djiwa stood in front and began to offer the girls passing by. "Sister, please stop by. There's a chicken penyet and a chicken gepreknya. It tastes good, let alone me make it, it must be better." Djiwa put on a smile full of charm.

Two students passing by were tempted. "The selling mass? Not the one selling the Bohay Widows?"

"Rose again rest, Beautiful. I replaced it. Come on, brother, I'll make it. Guaranteed to be good!" persuade Djiwa with his deathly appeal.

The two students looked at each other and were eventually persuaded by the promotion of Djiwa. "Come please, brother. Do you want a chicken or a chicken?"

Finished with the order of two female students, Djiwa felt his promotion technique was successful. Djiwa again offered to the mothers who passed by. "Please try the chicken penyet and chicken gepreknya."

"Mr? We've had mommy times, Mom!" replied the mothers with many bracelets in her hands.

"Ah time anyway? How can you stay young, kayak mbak-mbak 20 years? Come on Ma'am, stop by and eat chicken, I'll make it!" Gombalan Djiwa managed to persuade the mothers who passed by.

"Mas could have. Yaudah, we eat chicken. Mumpung that make handsome," said the mothers of the owners of many bracelets.

Djiwa is determined to meet the Rose stall with mothers and girls. He will not let the gentile fathers fill the stalls and tease the Roses.

"I'm the one who fried the chicken, you're the one who delivered ya, Mas!" rose Word.

"Yes, Rose. I'll bring you a drink!" Djiwa looks friendly serving aunts who occasionally he praised his appearance. Roses that underestimate the ability of the trading soul now even praise him. Smart soul persuades buyers, some even wrap for at home.

Before Maghrib, all Rose-traded chickens were sold. Roses praise the greatness of Djiwa selling. Finished in order, Djiwa who was sleeping on the floor also got a gift of orange ice drinks made by Rose. "Diminum Mas's. I bought a squeeze orange at Mother Market."

The soul sits upright. "Thank you, Rose. A very fresh drink." Djiwa also sipped orange ice made from real oranges and did not use sugar, Rose added honey as a sweetener. "Great son. Sweetness from honey, healthy drink made you Rose!"

"Tomorrow I'll make it again if Mas Djiwa likes it. Oh yeah, today thank you so much, Mom. Mas Djiwa is smart to sell. I did not expect, when I woke up I even found my store crowded, even before Maghrib had exhausted all my sales. Mas's great!" The rose holds both thumbs up as a compliment to Djiwa.

"Ah, Roses could be. Market share I am the Eve. Usually, the Eve did if you buy likes to take a child and her husband at home, so once they shop will buy more than one. If the male centil who used to buy 'is mostly hanging out for your temptations rather than buying it. Buy one but hang out for half an hour. That's what makes your sales not maximal. Not to mention you have to face their insignificance. Wasting time!" answer Djiwa.

"Yes, how else? Those who have been making my stall crowded" replied the Rose.

"A lot of it is, but I'm worried about your safety, Rose. They could be desperate. His name is a man when he is in love, likes to justify all means. What if someone comes to your house at night? What if someone sends a pellet?" said Djiwa with great attention.

The rose was silent at the words of Djiwa. He could see how much Djiwa was so considerate and concerned for his safety. The rose had not seen a man of such sincerity for a long time other than Mas Purnomo.

The rose again remembers Mas Purnomo and his dark past life. The coldness of iron bars and the rigors of life in prison make him not afraid to face the male centile who used to hang out in his stall, but the Rose actually has difficulty facing the man of attention who is now in front of him.

The attention that Djiwa gave was so sincere. They have only known 3 days and Djiwa has been so attentive to him, how will it be? What if Djiwa likes him and knows about his past that has been slandered and considered a killer? Is the Rose ready to face it all?

"No, I'm not ready. Poor the kind-hearted Djiwa. I am not a woman worthy of her," Inner Rose.

"Thank you for your attention, Mom. I'll be more careful. Already maghrib, I want to pray maghrib and rest. Thank you so much for making my store crowded today." Roses don't want to be alone with Djiwa any longer. He was afraid that his heart was fragile and easily tempted to Djiwa.

"Yes. I'm going home too. I'll see you at dawn tomorrow! Remember, we're on the bike now, my cousin dropped off the bike. You don't have to cram vegetables in a pick-up car anymore." The soul left after hearing another thank you from the Rose.

Djiwa returned to his contract and stared at the butut Supra motorcycle that he had always despised. "Sakti also nih motor, I continue to insult eh even I also pay. Twenty million anyway! Huft, all for the sake of the widow Bohay next door. Look, I'll make you love me, Dowager Bohay!"

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