Dowager Bohay

Rose Innuendo

Rendi and Mr. Ilham looked at each other. Rendi seemed to give the code through the glances of her eyes. The rose caught it and pretended not to know.

"Bu-not so, Mother Rose. The shophouse was mine of course. Regarding the price .. we can talk about it. Indeed Mbak Roses dare to bid at what price?" ask Mr. Ilham in a stammering voice.

The rose smiled again. It seems that Rendi chose the role of the figure wrong this time. The rose then mentions a very cheap price. From the corner of his eyes he saw the hand of Mr. Ilham touching the arm of Rendi.

Now the Rose looked at Rendi, and she seemed to nod her head a little. The rose pretends not to know. He certainly benefits in this. Getting a cheap lease, who would refuse it?

"alright. Especially for Mbak Roses .. I will love," said Mr. Ilham.

"Alhamdulillah. So when can I occupy the shop next door, sir?" ask the rose with a happy smile.

"Today it can be, too, Mother. We make a lease agreement simply how?" tawar Pak Ilham's.

"May, of course. I'll pay for 6 months upfront, as agreed."

After the deal was made, Rendi and Pak Ilham left. The key of the shop next door is already the Rose hold now.

The rose went to her room in the afternoon. He needed time to think before Djiwa came home.

"It looks like Mas Rendi is an employee of Mas Djiwa, then the parents who came to our wedding dong?" mumbles Roses. "Obviously it wasn't Mas Djiwa's parents. His father was a famous businessman, likes to go on TV as well, in contrast to the one that time came."

"Alright, if Mas Djiwa still wants to act longer, I will also compensate for his acting," broke up Rose. Plans have been thought of in the Rose's brain. Even the Rose did not realize that the Soul had come home.

"Assalamualaikum, my beloved wife." Djiwa approached the Rose who was sitting on the edge of the bed and kissed her forehead. "What are you doing in the room? Tumbens. Usually downstairs?"

A smiling rose welcomes home her husband who has a hidden identity. "I'm thinking of the shop next door, Mas. You need to buy anything and when it can be renovated. It just so happened that it was a little quiet downstairs so I paid my respects to the top."

The soul carried the Rose into his arms. Today, his work is so much. He had not heard his wife's voice. The feeling of kangen invokes in Djiwa. "The same as you."

Sipping roses in the fragrance of Djiwa perfume. The smell of expensive perfume. Obviously expensive, working all day long no smell of sweat smelled. The smiling rose realized its stupidity again. Why did the new Rose realize it now and think all this time that the fragrance of the body of the soul?

"Luka Mas how? Still sore?" The rose does not reply to the expression of the Kangen Djiwa. He is more interested in the wounds that Djiwa gets when chasing Jamal. Somehow but Djiwa is credited with finding the real killer for the death of Mas Pur.

"Udah is kind of delicious. All thanks to your miraculous hand," praised Djiwa. He took off their arms and grabbed the face of the rose. Smacking the lips of the rose and the soul of his maleness was awakened. "Mandiin Mas, yuk! It hurts to rub his back."

Djiwa's face that sulked spoiled making Roses momentarily forget the curiosities. He smiled and seemed to be enchanted with the handsome charm of Djiwa. The desire of the husband.

"Judah come!"

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Rose tidied up the shirt her husband wore. He didn't smell the perfume he had last night. Must have been sprayed when I got out of the house.

"Mas, your Mother and Father how are you? Healthy? How come during our marriage they never asked about me at all? I haven't called them either" asked Rose.

"That's what you want. Oh yes, if there is a windfall, how about we go home, Mas? I want to know what Mas Djiwa's hometown is like?" Rose smiled after Djiwa's shirt was neat. He took a comb and pulled out Djiwa's hair. Rose does not want Djiwa out with a messy appearance since Djiwa began working in the office.

"That's .. later. Your business is also crowded. Loss if we close for days. Not long at work, not on leave." Reason makes sense Djiwa give. Roses just nod although in the heart arise various flavors that either if described one by one. Being lied to, deceived, disappointed and various other flavors that come together as one.

"Judek. Hmm ... It has been a month more like Mas Djiwa working. You haven't paid yet, have you? Sorry, I'm not charging. I'm just afraid you lied to the company. Just told to work without a salary." The Rose deliberately tests again to what extent the Soul will be honest.

"Tell him today, honey. I just made an ATM, so the payday is late. Borrowed Rendi's money to open up savings."

The rose might as well hold its laughter. Surely Djiwa forgot to plan about when payday. Fortunately, the answer makes sense, otherwise the rose will give you more confusing questions.

"Will you bring no supplies? I was cooking."

The soul thought for a moment before answering. Today there was a meeting at one of the restaurants. If he brings food, when will he eat it? If he refuses, will the Rose be disappointed? Djiwa did not want to disappoint his wife who had been hard-earned to cook a side dish for him.

"Can, Honey. Thank you for cooking early for me." Djiwa hugged the rose and kissed his wife's forehead. "Well, what do you bring home from work? First payday today."

"What's the air? Meatballs," replied the Rose.

"OKAY. Go first yes. Take good care of yourself. Don't fatigue. Trouble shop next door, Rendi will help the decor like when the shophouse today." Djiwa took her laptop bag and exited the room.

The rose followed from behind. He brought a butut jacket that was always worn by Djiwa and only washed on weekends only. Rose gave the jacket to Djiwa after her husband had taken out his blind motorbike.

"Mas go first. Assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalight."

The rose stared at the steadfast back of Djiwa until it disappeared at the end of the road. He breathed deeply and felt various feelings.

Honestly, Rose was very angry when she found out that Djiwa lied to her. The anger in him was too great that no tears came out. Want to curse even just a sense of fatigue that comes out.

The rose is a dilemma. On the one hand, he knows Djiwa is lying and on the other hand he knows Djiwa's love for him is so sincere. The rose intends to keep this taste first for a while. He will find out more about Djiwa.

Rose opened her cell phone and looked for more information about Djiwa. The face of Melati in the Mas Pur video is often reported as the lover of Djiwa.

Unknowingly the tears of the Rose dripped. If all is revealed later, does Djiwa still want to be with the Rose? Will Djiwa be back with Melati, her long-time lover?

The rose is afraid of losing the soul. His love was deep, beyond his love for Purnomo. "Will Mas Djiwa one day leave me?" mumbles Roses slowly.

The rose shook its head. "I'm not gonna let that happen. Not after what he did to me. I will prove to Mas Djiwa that I am better than Melati and any woman nearby! Don't call me Former Widow Bohay, if I can't keep what's mine!"

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