Dowager Bohay

Three Male Fans

Djiwa put her ears on sharply. Curiosity filled him. He hid behind the wall door and eavesdropped while peering outside.

Not long ago Roses opened his penyet chicken and chicken shop, there were many buyers who arrived. Not the mothers who want to buy side dishes, but the gentile fathers who want to tempt the Rose. Not just one, but more than three. After being crowded, there are now only three gentil fathers left outside.

"Crazy! Lots of geeks ahead! I have a lot of dong!" rutuk Djiwa.

The soul listened again to the conversation in front of the house. "Rose, pinter really ngulek anyway? How does it feel to have roses? Can you please dong Aa?" seductive hair-fathers with a lot of hair oil that makes his hair look limp.

"aaa? It's such a mistake to be a guy! Just want some frittered hair!" sulk Djiwa's.

Roses look busy frying chicken while making orders. He does not pester, only occasionally smile when giving change and say thank you.

"Roses, I've been lonely for a long time. Want to not be the roll, Mom? If you have a bohay wife like a rose, it would be nice to hold her. Soon the rainy season, very good kelonan same Neng Roses bohay," seduced middle-aged fathers with more white hair than black color.

Djiwa saw the body of the Rose, it turns out that what the middle-aged fathers digombali is right. The rose bohay. His body was not thin but dry. Not fat but the indentations in his body make the Rose pleasing to the eye.

The face of the Rose is beautiful with a plump back bumper, plus his assets are tight and perfectly round, making Djiwa admit that the Rose is bohay. Many people deserve to like. Djiwa alone in one look already interested, let alone the man outside who swarm like a fly?

"Rose, don't be spicy" said the fathers who wore koyo on his forehead.

"Small of it, sir?" ask the rose kindly.

"Yes, but your love is too much" said the fathers.

The other fathers cheered him. "Ah can aki-aki koyo cabe model!"

"Head has been patched koyo is still our godain gebetan!" the klimis fathers.

"Biarin, it's important that the same me Roses can smile. If you same rose just pout wek!" reply the roving fathers.

"How many chicken do you want? Chicken or chicken penyet?" tanya Mawar mediates the action of mutual plunge.

"How much does the rose want? Half my soul can too." The gentry are back in contention.

Djiwa watched the impervious Rose resist such a seduced smile. Djiwa is upset by herself. "Why smile is a rose? Those centile gentlemen are getting more pleased with your temptations!" grunts Djiwa.

"How much do you want my father?" the word of the gaunt rose is combalinized continuously.

"Now it's a pack. If the rose has become my wife, four packs," replied the boyars.

"Tock four?" ask the middle-aged gentlemen.

"Yes dong, two more for our children. Aren't Roses Honey?" The smiling men won. He managed to make the Rose smile this time.

"Awhile, sir. Wait for the chicken to mature first." Roses now make fried chicken flour for those who order chicken geprek.

"Roses, among us, who would the Roses choose?" ask the middle-aged gentlemen.

"Yes choose to be the husband of the Rose. It's not good to be widowed for too long. Moreover, the Rose will be famous as the Widow of Bohay in our village," persuaded the middle-aged fathers.

The rose returned with a small smile. "Nothing I've chosen, sir."

The soul who heard the conversation outside frowned. "Roses are widows? Dowager Bohay?"

The soul saw the clothes he was wearing. "What clothes do I wear belong to her ex-husband? It's fair that Rose said she didn't have a lot of men's clothes."

Djiwa looks a little disappointed knowing the status of the Rose. Djiwa now understands why the Rose is not afraid to help and bring her into the house.

"Come dong you start choosing, Roses. Many people like Roses in this village, but there is no mawar gubris. Have mercy on us men who so long for the warm embrace of women, let alone widows bohay like Roses," the seductive father-father who is always smart to race.

The rose no longer answered. He focused on frying the chicken. The soul sees the other side of the rose. The soul of an accomplished playboy knows which women are insignificant and which are shy. From the way the Rose refuses subtly can be seen that the Rose is not being spread charm.

"If the Rose wants to be with me, what the Rose asks will be my love. The soil? A home? The rice field? I have it all!" the climists said arrogantly.

"Don't want to, Rose! Treasure is not everything. What matters is inner happiness. I have the longest flight hours. Guaranteed, Roses will be satisfied with my service!" Middle-aged fathers do not want to lose and act arrogant.

"Treasure and contentment are nothing Roses without happiness and comfort in life. If it is with me, the Rose will continue to be a woman adored and filled with love. Believe me, my love is sacred. Roses will live happily with the rain of my love that continues to flow without breaking." Gombalan the fathers roared to make Djiwa who heard from inside feel like vomiting.

Can't stand all the madness in front of him. The soul stood up and opened the door. "Darling! Can I help you?"

All eyes now look towards the soul. The handsome man who smiled sinlessly and walked towards the Rose. Djiwa looked at Rose with a loving gaze, her bragging ability that made the Rose silent was unable to speak.

"Who lo? How did you get out of the rose house?" ask the klimis.

"Lo maling huh?" ask the middle-aged gentlemen.

"Or lo recidivis who will ensnare the love of Neng Mawar adoration of the heart of a brother? Free! The rose had fallen in love with the rain of love" Unfinished the fathers were talking, Djiwa had cut off his words.

"I'm his fiancee Rose. My name is Djiwa. Thank you for keeping the rose all this time, I'm grateful my fiancee is surrounded by good people." Djiwa walked over and wrapped her hands around the waist of the Rose. Not forgetting the big smile on his face.

The rose still digests everything that happens. A soul suddenly comes out and claims to be his fiancee. Roses asked through eye sign language on Djiwa but Djiwa replied with a dazzling smile like a model.

"What is the Neng Roses?" ask the rowing fathers who were first aware of his surprise.

The hand of Djiwa pulls the waist of the Rose closer. Behind his dazzling smile, Djiwa beckoned to the Rose. "Yes, right, honey? Please tell your buyer who I am."

The rose awakens from the charm of the handsome smile Djiwa is so stunning. The three men who had liked her all this time looked at the Rose and wished for the Rose to say no.

"Yeah. This is my fiancee" replied the Rose.

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