Dowager Bohay

Rose Giving

"Fearful? I think you're better than my best friend who could leave me in shorts. Your heart is good, even though your life story is dark, "inner Djiwa.

"I'm not afraid of you, Rose. I knew from the beginning you were a good woman. Don't you feel your husband's death case is too awkward? Did your husband ever tell you anything before he died?" search Djiwa.

"I feel very awkward. I can't prove my suspicion, it's my lack." The rose remembers something. "Mas Pur never told anything strange, but once Mas Pur came home from selling his crops with a frightened face. Pale. Usually he was cheerful because he got money but the day was different. From that moment on Mas Pur started to look terrified."

"So it started when your husband came home scared huh? Too bad you don't know what happened to your husband." The soul then held onto both shoulders of the Rose and said confidently. "Trust me, the truth will find its way. I believe you are on the right path. Just wait, everything will be proven!"

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Djiwa drives his blind motorbike leisurely while enjoying the cool afternoon air. The hand of the bohay widow behind him deliberately pulled to want to hug his waist. Rose hugged with shy flat stomach Djiwa who diligently exercise.

The two were more silent, enjoying their feelings. No words to ask a date, just know the same to know. When body language cues are more clearly visible than words.

"Mas, there's an impromptu night market!" said the Rose excitedly.

"Yes. You want to stop first?" ask Djiwa.

Roses nodded. "Now. I have something to buy."

"OKAY. I parked at ... Indo January only?"

"Yes, Mum."

They also stopped in front of Indo January. Djiwa helped Rose open the helmet and put it on the bike. They then began to circle the impromptu night market.

The soul again clasped the hands of the rose. Protect the Rose if anyone wants to get close and poke his bohay body. Although Rose wore a jacket, the male radar could see how bohay her body plus the natural facial beauty of the Rose. Make a lot of beetles approach and want to feel the taste of the delicious Rose.

"You walk in the corner. Don't get sidelined, a lot of bikes are passing by!" said Djiwa reasoned, even though he saw since then there were some impurity who wanted to poke a rose.

"Yes, Mas" replied the Rose obediently. The rose again looked at the merchandise being sold. There is a bag of kw that in one look Djiwa can know that it's a fake item. The thing is, one of the bags sold is branded goods sold by his company.

"Oh Allah, be faked again. If you want a nice fakein a little cake! It's not snake skin but chicken skin!" inner Djiwa.

"Who's good, huh?" ask the Rose who is choosing a kw bag while wearing it.

The soul whispered in the Rose's ear. "Nothing is good. Still less beautiful than you, Rose!"

The face of the Rose meets red hearing the chatter of Djiwa. "Ih Mas Djiwa! I'm not buying it!"

The rose stood up and went back to look at the other merchandise with its reddened face. In the heart of Djiwa is determined to buy a Rose a good bag later, not me.

"Mas, someone is selling t-shirts! Let's go over there!" The rose drew Djiwa's hand and overtook among the other buyers.

Rose let go of Djiwa's hand and was busy choosing a pile of shirts that Djiwa saw was still rather good, although not as expensive as his shirt. Djiwa continues to look after the rose. Not letting a single man get close.

"Mas, what color is good?" Rose lifting white and black t-shirt.

"It looks good black," replied Djiwa.

"Mas, I want these two shirts huh!" The rose took out money and paid for his order.

"This is for Mas Djiwa!" Rose handed him a black plastic containing two shirts that he bought.

"Make me?" ask Djiwa. "Why for me?"

Smiling roses. "Mas Djiwa has been hypnotized. I really intend to buy Mas Djiwa clothes, dear money I do not exist. Now, since the profits of selling chicken began to be a lot, I want to buy it for Mas. Yes, yes, yes!"

The soul is touched by the goodness of the Rose. Not once was Djiwa bought gifts by girls who liked her. But only once there are those who give him a gift even though the money they have is mediocre. Giving when our money is a little more valuable because it looks the value of sincerity in it.

Djiwa feels increasingly fall with the charm of the Rose. He was convinced that the Rose was a good woman he deserved to fight for. "Good heart to you, Roses," Inner Djiwa.

The heart of Djiwa is now blossoming. They both enjoy snacks at the night market while holding hands. Roses buy burnt meatballs and feed the Souls who immediately pesesesan.

Djiwa gasped but still ate meatballs that he thought delicious. They also throw a bracelet in a bottle. Djiwa lost to the Rose who managed to bring home a pack of peanuts.

Take a walk, they go home. The soul does not go directly into the house but still wants to enjoy their togetherness. The face of the Rose that blushed in shame and the Soul that continued to stare at the Rose without blinking, made the moon that was looking along smiling happily.

The soul restrained itself from acting further. For some reason, she did not want to ruin the honor of Rose as a widow. He wants to relate to the Rose properly even though he still hides his identity.

"It's night, go to sleep. Tomorrow we have to fight again with the chicken" said Djiwa.

"Yes, fight with a muddy and smelly market too?" The two laughed together.

"Good night, Mum!"

"Good night, Rose!" The soul waited for the Rose to enter the house and then he entered the house of his contract.

Djiwa took out the contents of her plastic bag and smiled broadly. "New clothes alhamdulillah, bought Roses at the night market. There are two different colors, all for the beloved Soul," Djiwa hummed with a happy smile.

Djiwa takes her phone and calls Rendi. "Ren, you know what I got today?" ask Djiwa excitedly.

"What's? Kissed Roses? Or bobo together?" answered Rendi lazily.

"Ih, that's not it. Your mind is dirty like a porch of a house not swept a week. I bought you a t-shirt, Ren. The shirts!" said Djiwa still with full spirit.

"Dibeliin t-shirts are proud. I'll buy it later, but reimburse it!" ledek Rendi's.

"Gue sentil jidat lo exploded! Disturb my pleasure!" grunts Djiwa.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Boss, I think the pleasure of Mr. Boss will be disturbed again. Big boss asked Mr. Boss to go to Lampung for a location survey. I ordered the ticket the day after tomorrow. Please think of the reason for Bohay's widow next door." The news that Rendi delivered made the smile on Djiwa's face disappear.

"Rese lo ya! Disturb my fun! Use a reason, huh?"

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