Dowager Bohay

Djiwa the Acting Jago

The soul has finished cleansing its body. He looks fresher when wearing training pants and black t-shirts, men's clothes owned by roses and lent for him. The handsome face of Djiwa looks even more handsome. The rose that was cleaning the chicken turned to Djiwa and was a little enchanted. The rose quickly threw out a glance and refocused on cleaning the cut chicken in her hands.

"Have you finished the bath, Mom?" the rose asked without taking his eyes off the chicken he was cleaning.

"Already, Mother Rose. Can I help you?" Djiwa felt bad to see the Rose who was busy working but she who had been helped even had a bath and prepared sweet tea.

"No need, Mom. It's done, though. Drink the sweet tea in the living room. Spend it, it's cold. I'll make you some fried rice for breakfast?" Roses that have finished cleaning the chicken then wash their hands and make fried rice for Djiwa.

Djiwa can not refuse fried rice given by the Rose. His stomach was rumbling and he was still a bit drunk from last night. Fortunately, Rose did not know she was drunk. If Roses knew, it would be impossible for Roses to help a man like him.

Djiwa then sat in the living room enjoying a warm sweet tea made by Roses. Soon the Rose came out with two dishes of fried rice for Djiwa and herself. "Please, Mas. This is breakfast. As if it were."

"What's wrong, Rose. Thank you very much. Like this I was thankful. Madam Roses helped me, lent me clothes and made me breakfast too. What would my life be if there were no Rose? I must have been the talk of one village because it was realized just by wearing shorts," said Djiwa with a voice made like a plain village youth.

"Don't say so, as humans, we have a duty to help each other. Does Mas Djiwa remember who has done evil with Mas Djiwa? Oh yes, call him Roses, no need to use Ma'am," said Roses.

"Already, Ma'am uh Roses. I was in the bathroom thinking about what happened last night. I guess I was hypnotized. I just went from the village to Jakarta. All my stuff is gone. I'm confused now, what should I do? There's no money, there's none." Djiwa who really likes to brag shows again her acting by showing her hearty face. Very good of him. Can be good at acting without having to take acting classes first.

"Pity the fate of Mas Djiwa. There's a brother I can call?" ask Roses with facial features that look worried about the state of Djiwa.

"There, Rose. Can I borrow the Rose CP? I want to call my brother first and tell him where I am now." Djiwa intends to borrow Hp Mawar to contact Rendi, his personal assistant. If not for Aksa who took all his personal belongings, he would be having fun in a hotel room, not in the suburbs of Jakarta as it is today.

"There, Mas. I'll lend it. Please have breakfast first." The rose again offered her fried rice.

The soul obeys the word of the rose. He ate his breakfast. Djiwa immediately liked the fried rice made by Roses. Looks simple yet delicious. The spice fits and suits the taste of the famous Djiwa like to be picky food.

Without feeling Djiwa spent a plate of fried rice made by Roses without waste. After eating, Rose lent her her cell phone.

Stunned soul sees Rose's cell phone. Not a phone with as many boba as his. You could say Rose's phone is still old school. It's okay, Djiwa needs to call his assistant.

Djiwa called from the living room while Mawar continued his work of bringing up the chicken and washing the chili for sambal. Djiwa spoke very slowly, not wanting the Rose to hear her conversation.

"Ren, I'm working with Aksa. I'm on the outskirts of Jakarta. Same cell phone my shirt was taken. Damn it son, just wait for my revenge later!" rutu Djiwa's.

"I can't relate to you. I'm picking you up now. Lo share the location where," said Rendi, assistant and best friend of Djiwa.

"Later I'll send you the address. This is Hp minjem, can not share location. Lo come riding a motor Supra butut got bokap lo ya! Bring me some clothes but not a nice one and two million dollars. One more thing, bring a used phone and a bit old-fashioned too," Djiwa ordered.

Djiwa who has finished calling then approached the Rose who is still busy bringing up the chicken and making chicken sauce penyet. "Thank you, Rose." Djiwa gave the phone to Rose.

"Yes are the same, Mas. Hows it? Can you call your cousin?" The rose received her cell phone and put it on top of the cupboard.

"Can." Djiwa suddenly put on a hardened face. Djiwa wants, Roses feel sorry for what happened to him.

"Why?" ask the Rose who was caught in the trap of Djiwa.

"My cousin can't help much. We were both out of the village. He's gonna lend me money but not much. How will I be the rose? Where do I live?" Djiwa's acting is really great. He was able to fool the Rose who easily believed in the Soul.

"You can't stay with your cousin, can you?" asked the Rose with a worried face mixed with pity.

Djiwa shook his head. "can't. He lives in the mess factory. This is all he's got until he gets a work permit to come to me. I've only loaned two million. How can I live in Jakarta?"

The rose has now completely fallen into the trap of the Soul. He felt sorry and wanted to help Djiwa. "Just calm down, you can work hard, Mas. I'll help you. The money you have is used to hire a contract. You wanna sign next door? I think I'm moving today."

The soul in the heart cheered happily. He knew Roses would definitely trust him because of his natural acting skills and habitually bragging. Djiwa even boasted that his wife was murdered by her stepmother. How can be killed, have a wife not. Djiwa also has no stepmother. His mother is still fresh fit to accompany his Papa business abroad.

"Thank you very much, Rose. This afternoon my cousin will come. I'm sorry if I trouble you too much" said Djiwa.

The rose smiled sincerely. "What's wrong. Human beings should help. I'll call the contract owner if you want to stay next door. You'll be in my room, yeah, don't let my buyer know there's a man in this house."

Djiwa. "I promise I won't get you caught. What can I help you with?"

"Oh no need. I'm gonna be done. I'm gonna open the stall soon." The rose then prepares all its necessities of trading. Djiwa continued to pay attention to the Rose and there was a sense of admiration in the heart of Djiwa.

"Kok there are still good and independent women like Roses in this world? I'm getting curious. I think I will stay in this place for a long time. Roses, you've got me hooked. I'm not gonna let you just walk away!" inner Djiwa.

"Beautiful rose, buy chicken penyet dong! All the roses can be?" The male voice that teased the Rose made the Soul curious.

Who tuh?

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