Dowager Bohay

Fake Fiancee

Flashbacks

In the village of Roses is harvest season. Farmers who have rice fields are all eager to welcome the harvest season this time is no exception her husband, Purnomo. Purnomo's rice is now just reaping the results.

The rose will bring food to her beloved husband. Rantang four stackings containing rice, asem vegetables, stir-fried papaya leaves and sambal and lalapannya he has prepared. In the heart of Rose sure, the husband must love his homemade cuisine.

The rose holds a challenge in the right hand and in the left hand the water drinks in a clay jug. Must be very delicious when eaten in dangau or better known by the name of hut. From a distance the rose did not see her husband. The rose approached and put his luggage on the dangau.

"Pur Mas!" call the rose, but there is no truth.

Rose called her husband back, but no one answered. Roses thought her husband might be in a small river not far from the rice field. The rose left the dangau and looked for the whereabouts of the husband.

He searched for Purnomo in the river but was not found. "Pur Mas!" call the rose again, there is still no legitimacy.

The rose returned to the dangau and still her husband was not in the dangau. There was no way her husband could go home, they had promised to have lunch together.

The rose then went down the terraced rice field and saw the t-shirt that her husband wore this morning behind a tree. Smiling roses. Must be her husband hiding and taking her to play hide-and-seek. So jahil.

By sneaking the Rose approached her husband and when it surprised her husband was even she who was surprised. Her husband stiffened with a foaming mouth.

"MAS!" screamed the rose that came straight up and shook her husband's body. Around her husband's body there is a place to eat that she had provided in a mess this morning. He wept and soon a lot of people began to arrive.

Everyone whispered and someone called the police. No one dared to come closer. All scared. Roses do not remember everything clearly, everything happens so quickly and when it dawns the Roses are already in handcuffs.

"Why am I handcuffed, sir? My husband is dead! Why am I the one in handcuffs sir? I want to take care of my husband's body! I'd like to take him to his final resting place, sir!" Roses trying to shake.

"Later, please give a statement at the police station!" The police then took Roses and put them in a cell with other criminals.

In the midst of sadness, Rose felt a great fear. Never in his life entered the police station but now he is in prison. The rose hugged her own body. Strengthen yourself in the midst of the rigors of life. The lengthy trial process had Roses to go through and the final decision really took the Roses down.

"Stating the defendant Mawarni aka Mawar binti Budiarto has been validly and convincingly proven guilty ...." The rose listens to the judge's verdict with an empty mind. Her husband died and she was accused of being the murderer who poisoned her husband. What mitigates is that there is no poison found in the Rose house, but the food supplies that Roses make even burdensome. Now, the prison sentence is in sight and he cannot avoid it. Either there is a game until the innocent Rose who has to bear it all.

Five years serving a sentence that is not his fault, Mawar returned to his hometown. There was no warm embrace of Mother that greeted him. Mom has been sick since Rose was imprisoned and eventually died a year ago.

The gaze of the citizens who saw him like a murderer roaming around made the Rose feel uncomfortable. Living in his mother's house is no longer calm. There was terror that he received. Starting from rotten tomatoes that are thrown and dirty the porch of the house, electricity that is suddenly turned off at night and the worst thing is that no one wants to buy at the Rose parents' shop.

No money, no friends. Roses feel alone, in prison even more friends than in his own home. The Purnomo family still even hostile to him and consider him as their son's killer.

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The rose shook its head. He did not want the people around his house hostile like when he was in the village. But continue to sell with seduced men who mostly have a wife is also not a solution. He does not want their wives to look hatefully like the villagers used to.

"No. I don't want to move out of this village. I can sell quietly and don't want everyone to be hostile to me. My life is already happy in this place," Inner Rose.

The rose then looked at the handsome man she had just met this morning. A man who somehow fell asleep at the patrol station wearing only shorts. The man who after bathing and wearing the clothes of the deceased Mas Purnomo dearest looks even more handsome and seductive than her husband before.

There was an innocent look that the Rose once had. A look for help but no one helped and even made him a killer. Rose did not know that the gaze was a very shrewd Djiwa act. The rose is fooled and falls into the trap of the Soul.

Rose believes, Djiwa has a good purpose and purpose, which is to help her from the men who always hang out in her chicken shop until the wife came to bring a broomstick to drive her husband home. The Rose sees the sincerity of the Soul and mindlessly follows the scenario that the Soul created.

"Mas Djiwa wants to help me sell? No need, Mas. Mas just rest inside," said the Rose in a voice made somewhat spoiled.

The soul fell silent for a moment hearing the sound of the spoiled Rose. When the Rose gave the code through his eyes, the new soul realized and returned to acting like a good fiancee. "Yes, my dear Rose. I don't want you to be exhausted. Let me help you?"

"No need, Mom. The new soul comes, must be tired. Just rest inside. Later Roses make ginger water for Mas Djiwa." Rose glanced at the fathers who had been teasing her ever since. All faces were upset to see the appearance of Djiwa.

"Are you really engaged, Rose?" klimis asked still in disbelief.

"Don't the setting be like a soap opera artist? You are the artist of this village Roses," said the rowing fathers who are not tired of fighting Roses.

"Mm ... that ...." The rose began to get nervous and confused about what to answer. The rose is still the rose. Prison only makes him stronger in the face of life's trials but does not make him good at boasting.

"Do I have to kiss my roses on their cheeks in front of all the fathers?" challenge Djiwa who makes the eyes of the Rose wide in shock.

"Just play nyosor our rose! Can't! Who is that?!" ask the middle-aged gentlemen.

"Sorry gentlemen, Mas Djiwa is indeed my fiancee. Mas Djiwa just arrived this morning from the village. Sorry I have not introduced because I think Mas Djiwa is still asleep because he is tired on the way. We got engaged two months ago. Please pray for our blessings so that our relationship will last." Roses dampen the resentment that the gents feel, but all that is not long.

The climical fathers who had been staring at Djiwa with a dislike gaze asked in a cynical tone. "Later in the night, where's your fiancee sleeping?"

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