Dowager Bohay

Matchmaking

Djiwa re-entered the magnificent mansion she grew up in. By driving his sports car, he got off cool and stepped in.

Djiwa gave her car keys to the security of the house and seemed surprised to see there was another car in the garage of his house. Apparently the female candidate who would be betrothed to him had already come. Who else this time? Are they still the owner of a telecommunications company? Or is there someone more competent?

His house assistant has opened the door to welcome the arrival of Djiwa. Djiwa put on a cold and unfriendly face. He did not like the decision of Papa and Mama who were so grandiose want to match him with another woman.

"You're coming too, baby!" Mama came to welcome the return of Djiwa with her warm smile.

Djiwa's eyes went around and looked for which girl he would be betrothed to. "Uh ... Can't wait to see who we've arranged for you?" whispered Mama.

"No. Just plain," replied the cold soul.

"No longer want to say it. Wait, how are you getting thinner anyway? Your face is also a bit dull now. You said that you still use skincare from the doctor you recommended? Kok not the clearer even more butek your face!" mama's Protest.

"Yes yes butek, do not know Mama every dawn I have to shop for chicken at the Mother Market then clean the remaining chicken feathers and help fry the chicken if the Rose is busy," Inner Djiwa.

"Mama will make a schedule for you to meet your doctor. You must undergo treatment so that your face is refreshed and your skin is supple!" said Mama.

Djiwa ignored Mama's words. He wondered who he would marry this time. What acting will he use to make the girl ilfil? This time it was a bit difficult because there were Papa and Mama who made it difficult for him to lie.

"Surely you can't wait to meet your future fiancee? Come on in, we're chatting in the living room. Your father and your future in-laws are playing chess. Apparently your candidate also understands chess?" Mama took Djiwa's hand and invited her inside.

The arrival of Djiwa makes Papa and his chess playmates turn towards Djiwa. The long black-haired girl who had listened to the chess game turned to Djiwa.

The soul was surprised to find out who he was going to be betrothed to. Jasmine?

"No way! Why Melati? Why also Papa who used to quarrel with his Papa Melati even looks to get along and laugh together while playing chess? This is crazy!" inner Djiwa.

Melati smiled at Djiwa. Melati is still as beautiful as ever. His slender body never changed. Jasmine always keeps her weight. Frequent dieting and exercising in the gym.

Djiwa looked at his mother and looked at Mama while asking for an explanation without a word said. Mom smiled and explained to Djiwa. "Mama told you it wasn't the same time you were? Melati could be your future wife now."

Djiwa breathed deeply and calmed herself. Papa asked Djiwa to sit down and join them. "Here you go, Wa! Say hello to Melati and her Papa!"

Mama pulls the hand of Djiwa who walks lazily. Melati stood up and greeted Djiwa with her beautiful smile. Jasmine's hands stretched out. "Hi, Wa! How are you?"

Djiwa greeted Melati's hand quickly and answered flatly without a smile. "Good."

Djiwa approached her Papa Melati then salim politely. "How are you doing Djiwa? See you're getting more successful!" The adulation he often hears.

"It's normal, Om." Djiwa chose a seat some distance away and reply Melati who looked at her with a look of adoration. My soul feels ordinary. No longer like before who adored Melati so much.

Papa Djiwa and his Papa Melati stop their chess game. Djiwa realized, now a serious conversation will begin soon. Djiwa's brain seemed to freeze, his ignorant idea disappeared when he knew that Melati would be betrothed to him. Djiwa is confused as to how to thwart this engagement.

"Soul, Papa just had a chat with Mr. Surya, Melati's Papa. Pak Surya now has a rice export business. The wider the coverage of Pak Surya's company business? You know whose ideas?" ask Papa.

Djiwa shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He doesn't care. The soul thinks of the rose. How to bring a lot of chicken if only helped by Lily alone? Fear of sick and sick roses.

"The Idea of this Beautiful Miss, Melati." Papa praised Melati who blushed in shame.

"Om could have. I just want this country to be a rice self-sufficiency country, like it used to be. Advancing farmers means advancing our country" said Melati who made Papa amazed by his intelligence.

"Well, it's young and successful, caring about our beloved country anyway. Awesome you, Melati. Yes, it's Djiwa?" ask Papa to Djiwa.

"Ho oh," replied Djiwa more and more disrespectful.

"The soul!" scold Mama while glancing her eyes.

Djiwa is not a five-year-old child who is afraid that Mama will cut her throat and pinch her. The soul is adult. If Djiwa doesn't like it, she won't have much trouble hiding it.

Om Surya laughed at Djiwa's expression. "Young people are so. Maybe Djiwa and Melati haven't seen each other in a long time. The relationship between them has not yet been established. Do we need to give them space to talk to each other?" the Proposal of Om Surya.

"That good idea!" Mom quickly chimed in. "How about you get Melati to chat in the back garden near our pool? Mama's gonna ask the waiter to bring you some snacks and cold drinks, okay?"

Djiwa wants to refuse, but Melati has answered first. "By, Aunt. I'm looking for some fresh air. Bored to see Papa and Om play chess continues," said Melati with his promise.

Djiwa knew Melati had an intention to talk to her. Reluctantly, Djiwa stood up and walked into the backyard.

The backyard of Papa's house is very large. There is a large circular swimming pool with a gazebo in the middle. He crossed the street to the gazebo.

It has been two months since Djiwa did not return home, there is no change in the home of his parents. The grass and plants remain well maintained and fresh to the eye.

Sitting in the gazebo and gazing at the beautiful garden. Bored also everyday he was in a narrow rented and shophouse. Fresh his eyes saw green leaves and flowers blooming.

"Where have you been, Wa? I hear you rarely go to the office? It's a pity that I wanted to take you out to lunch" Melati said.

"Me?" The soul points to itself. "I'm busy nyabutin chicken feather."

Melati laughed out loud hearing Dswa's answer. Don't just know Melati that Djiwa's been telling the truth.

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