Dowager Bohay

Suspicious

Roses look dreamy as his hands pluck lettuce leaves. His eyes were blank thinking about what he heard last night.

Everything is so suspicious now. The rose even doubts Djiwa, her husband. From the beginning, Rose felt her husband was not like most farmers in her village.

Djiwa is too handsome. His skin is clean and well-groomed. Most farmers in the village of Rose dark skinned with a dull face due to exposure to sunlight. Djiwa. Only his stocky body made the Roses get rid of various suspicions.

After living in a shophouse, Djiwa looks different. More like a good businessman than a village farmer. It was his business idea that made the Rose think so.

Where is there a village farmer whose speech style looks so intellectual? The business idea is also like not a village youth who usually hang out in the warkop. Djiwa knew about the various restaurant foods as if she often tasted the menu.

Bizarrely.

The more the Rose thought, the more awkward she felt.

"Roses! The rose!" Shocks on the Rose's shoulder made the Rose wake up from her daydream.

"Huh? What's up, Ly?" The rose looks ragged. Surprise her with Lily's touch.

"You're daydreaming all the time. Not good, loh! What was? Any problem? Mumpung stalls still quiet, you can tell me the same story." Lily patted his chest. The Rose Friend does have a high level of sensitivity to his best friend.

"It's no problem, Ly. I just feel like there's something weird about ... Mas Djiwa and Mas Rendi."

"Something weird? For example?" Lily sat next to the Rose because she was interested. His lover's name is called. He should know what's going on.

"I don't think they're ordinary village lads. You feel like it's not?" ask Roses.

"Not the village boy? Meanin? Their style of speaking? Maybe it's been a long time in Jakarta so used to it," said Lily.

"Yes. Mas Rendi has been in Jakarta for a long time. What about Mas Djiwa? You forgot the first time we met because Mas Djiwa was hypnotized while setting foot in Jakarta?" The rose looked around. The shop is still empty. Bu Sari and Mbak Nia, their new employees are in the kitchen, replacing the task of cooking Roses. Roses and jasmine choose to clean vegetables on the table.

"You mean .. did they lie?"

Roses nodded. "Can you hold a secret?"

Melati. Roses see the surroundings. Safe. He can speak freely. "Every night Mas Djiwa called Mas Rendi. They're talking about renting the shop next door." The rose lowered her voice so that no one would hear their conversation.

"Where's the problem? You want to expand your business, right?" ask Lily.

"Yes. But something is strange. Mas Djiwa spoke as if he was the owner of the shop next door. Even Mas Djiwa had Mas Rendi look for people to act as their owners. It's weird, isn't it?" whisky Rose.

Lily was silent digesting the words Rose. Lily also felt strange especially she had met Melati. A rich, arrogant girl who seeks the existence of Djiwa. How could the rich girl like Djiwa who is just an ordinary farmer. The suspicion of Rose made his suspicions that he had originally buried tightly now rivet again.

"It's kind of weird, though," Lily admitted.

"I want to find out, Ly. How is it going?" ask the Rose innocently.

Lily breathed deeply. His best friend even though he had been a resident of the toilet but his attitude never disappeared. The rose was well guarded in the washcloth. Everyone appreciates a good Rose and is aware that the Rose is the victim of someone else's trap.

"How is it? You're the same as me, and then I ask who? You know for yourself that I don't have any love experience. For a while you keep your suspicions. Your shop is growing. Focus on the shop first. I'm sure, Mas Djiwa does not intend evil with you. If it wasn't for the ideas of Mas Djiwa, maybe you'd still be a peddler in the village." Lily finished peeling the cucumber. He stood up and left the rose alone.

Lily is also suspicious because she has met Melati. A pretty high-class girl looking for Djiwa. Although Rendi tried to explain, Lily could not trust her completely. There's a doubt in Lily. Where can the village youth like fashionable girls like Melati?

The rose finished her work and went into the kitchen. It's lunchtime soon. Orderan usually starts to enter before lunch time.

Sure enough, when the Rose passed the machine the order rang. The smiling rose saw the number of orders coming in. The chuckle of today. He took the order paper and handed it to Nia.

Djiwa told Rose to reduce her activities in the kitchen. Just keep an eye out. The soul does not want the rose to be exhausted anymore. The rose is in charge of maintaining the taste of the cuisine with the chicken that he uncovers with his flagship recipe. Nia is in charge of preparing the order.

"Mbak Nia, there's an order to get in! Fried mama just chicken geprek and penyet, let me pack!" rose Command.

"Yes, Mom."

Roses include a variety of vegetables in plastic and sambal. Preparing a paper box as a container to put food and plastic so that the ojek brothers easily carry it.

The fried chicken Mbak Nia is ripe. The rose put in a paper box and called the brother ojek who was ready in front of the shophouse. There is a special seat for online visitors waiting. Roses put cold syrup and paper cups so that people can drink while waiting for orders.

"Order in Damas' name!" call Roses.

"Yes." Yeah." The taxi driver came forward and took the order.

"Order on behalf of Avon!" call the Rose again.

"Yes." Yeah."

The rose passed on all incoming orders until her eyes saw someone she knew very well. People who see Roses are also no less surprised when they see Roses.

The rose quickly finished the order and went inside. The rose left his shop to his men.

The rose had a quick glance before the exit to the top. People he knew were seen entering the shophouse. Quickly the rose crept and ran upwards.

The rose went into the room and locked herself. He placed both feet while hiding his face. His hands were cold and his heart was racing.

Fearful roses.

The rose again flashed a bitter memory that had once been experienced. Memories that until anytime can never be lost from his memory even though now there are many sweet memories that Djiwa gave in his life.

"You want what that guy is? Why is he present again in my quiet life?" say Rose slowly.

The rose covered his ears as if hearing again the blasphemy addressed to him. "KILLERS! DEMON WOMAN! MURDERER!"

The rose shook its head. Tears were shed as his body trembled withstanding the trauma of his past returning again.

"I'm not a killer! I'm not a murderer!" say the rose many times.

"Roses!"

The rose raised its face and saw who called its name.

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