Dowager Bohay

Meeting Room

Djiwa wants to leave, but if Djiwa leaves, she will look disrespectful to older people. Mama Melati smiled intently at her dream daughter-in-law.

Djiwa knows, there's a shrimp behind the rock. Behind the soft words and smile on the face, there will definitely be persuasion so that Djiwa will continue the engagement until the wedding with Melati.

"Is anything important, Auntie? I'm in a hurry" replied Djiwa.

Mama Melati smiled again. "Just for a moment. It will not interfere with your precious time. Where can we talk? Coffee shop under or in your room?" mama asked Melati half forcefully.

Dsoul breathed. Mama Melati eleven twelve with her son. If there is a desire can not be denied let alone rejected.

"On the meeting room alone, closer." Djiwa walked into one of the meeting rooms and opened the door. No one uses that space. Even if there will be Djiwa expelled arbitrarily.

"Sit down!" Djiwa sat in the chair where he used to lead meetings. "Sorry, there's no drinking. I was in a hurry to leave. Get to the point!"

Mama Melati has not sat herself down already Djiwa insinuated with spicy words. The woman who was almost middle-aged still looked beautiful. Her diligent face treatment made her skin look tight.

Not much different actually with Mama Djiwa. High-class elite women who are willing to pour a lot of money to look glowing.

The smile on Mama Melati's face was re-engraved. He knew Djiwa would be disrespectful. Precisely the arrival of Mama Melati wants to persuade men who refuse arranged marriage to think carefully about her decision.

"To be honest, Auntie regrets what Melati did to you. Jasmine is too spoiled until everything she wants must always be obeyed. Aunty asks you a little understanding and do not be too hard with it. You have to remember the sweet memories you made. When you force blessing but never"

"Just get to the point, Auntie!" Disrespectfully Djiwa cut off Mama Melati's words.

Mama Jasmine inhaled quite a bit of air and exhaled it with a slight quiver. He restrained his frustration with the attitude of the Soul. Never had she been treated like this, everyone respected her as the wife of the owner of one of the big companies in the country.

"OKAY. Aunt is reminding you of your wonderful past with Melati." Mama Melati confirmed her sitting position and looked at Djiwa with a calm expression despite holding back her annoyance. "You know the rice self-sufficiency project that Papa Melati is holding?"

Djiwa was silent for a moment, guessing what Mama Melati meant. His forehead wrinkled. "Not really know. What's wrong?"

"Do you know how much the big project is worth?" mama asked Melati excitedly.

Djiwa shrugged his shoulders. "No."

Mama Melati smiled seeing the opportunity coming. He thought that Djiwa would be interested if he knew how much nominal business his family worked on. "Trillions. Are you interested in joining?"

"join? Meanin? That cooperation?" ask Djiwa.

"What difference does it make?" Djiwa began to understand where Mama Melati's conversation was going. Not far and not, money. Persuading Djiwa with money in the end.

"certainly different. Rivals in this business are many. There are also many mafias. As the mafia works, in the near future rice stocks can be scarce. Prices are going up and our profits are getting bigger. Jasmine is still too fragile. Can't be as firm as you're leading this business, let alone dealing with the rice mafia!"

Djiwa laughed at Mama Melati's words. "I mean Aunt, I'm on the same level as the mafia? Just delicious! I'm one level as a slovenly chicken man, Tan. Ah this aunt is all-in-one!"

Mama Melati clasped her hands while forcing a smile on her face. "That's not what Auntie meant. You're brave, so fit in this business!"

"Farmers? Still brave Melati loh, Tan. Likes taking guys to the room ... hotel," said Djiwa.

Mama Melati's face flushed red withholding her anger. He does not like Djiwa insulting his only daughter. He lowered his pride to get an Angkasa Djiwa as his son-in-law.

"We're back to talking about business. Melati problem, maybe you misunderstand it. Auntie wants to offer you to be a leader in this big business. No need to exit capital. Let us take responsibility! You only need to lead after becoming Melati's husband. Easy right?" Mama Melati again smiled like SPG cigarettes that persuaded buyers to buy their products. A fake smile full of tricks.

"So Auntie invited me to talk who finally asked me to marry the daughter of Aunt? I think Aunt is wrong. Better Aunt ask the man who fucked Aunt's daughter in charge. I don't want to get a rotating trophy." Djiwa stood up from her seat with a mocking smile.

"Regarding the rice self-sufficiency business that the Aunty family proposed .. sorry, I'm not interested. Why do I send a lot of rice to other countries while in my own country is still difficult? Whahuh? Trillions? Sure enough? Is it not that Aunty buys from farmers at a cheap price and sells them expensive for a lot of profit? Aunty's family is actually a businessman or middleman anyway? I don't want to ah I eat money like that. Not a blessing."

Mama Melati has exhausted her patience. He was annoyed to be made a mockery by young songong like Djiwa. "You! I have been patient and kind enough to offer you business! You should be grateful my daughter wants you. If it wasn't for Melati's sake, I wouldn't be willing to go to the haughty man who emptied the expensive jars of chocolate and candy in my house!"

"I'm even grateful to break up from Aunt's daughter. Do you know how Princess Aunty got the tender all this time? Yeah, he sold his body. Gratis. Where would I go with a cheap woman like that?"

"You!" Mama Melati pointed at Djiwa with her index finger. His eyes were red with anger.

"You need proof? I'll have my assistant send me a photo when Aunt's daughter sells herself. My advice, Aunt introspect yourself. Don't chase me and my family again for your family's obsession. Aunty wants to go out first or I'll go first?" Djiwa put a sly smile on her face.

With a reddened face in anger, Mama Melati left the meeting room. His legs were snapped and the meeting door was slammed tightly by him.

Djiwa contacted Rendi to give her assistant an order. "Ren, send all of Melati's photos and videos with the men to her Mama. Let the family hotter later!"

"Good, Boss!"

Djiwa hung up the phone and left the office. The time has been seized to hear the request of Mama Melati. Now he must return home, the rose needs him. Drive the car faster. Drove on the streets of the capital that is still empty.

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