Dowager Bohay

As Strong as Possibly Holding Yourself

"Udah, not much. I am a journalist lo. Now I give you a new job. Bring a laptop and a bed for me to sleep!" djiwa's orders.

"Yes" replied Rendi.

Rendi also did her job as a good assistant. Prepare Djiwa's needs during the stay in the contract. Djiwa also did a good act by pretending to be moved when Rendi helped him, of course, just in front of the Rose. Behind the Rose, Rendi was again nagged.

The soul who was sleeping on the thin mattress was suddenly shocked when there was a knock on the door. Djiwa opened the door and saw Rose standing in front of the house Djiwa carrying a tray containing rice and side dishes.

"I brought food for Mas Djiwa." The rose entered the house of Djiwa with his cake and put a tray on the floor.

"Rose, I'm not feeling good. I always trouble you. I'm shy. If I hadn't been hypnotized, I wouldn't have had to trouble you like this" Djiwa said in a heartwarming tone.

"I help Mas Djiwa sincerely, hoping for a reward from God. Let's eat first, Mas. It's cold." The rose sits in the living room of Djiwa and accompanies the devourly eating soul. Rose cuisine is delicious and in accordance with the taste of Djiwa. No wonder the hungry soul spent up to a full plate.

"Contrakkan Mas Djiwa is still empty huh. Just one bed and nothing else. If you are bored, you can watch TV at my house. Let there be amusement" bargained the Roses sincerely.

Djiwa refrained from laughing, 14 Inch TV that he considered very old even offered the Rose for entertainment. Very amusing. A good and innocent rose, the very type of soul likes. Honey, the rose is a widow. Not a tingting virgin, but it doesn't matter to Djiwa. Once he falls in love, he will continue to pursue his prey.

"What is a good event?" ask Djiwa.

"There are dangdut contests, soap operas and cartoon films. Come on, come on, just go to my house. Than to be bored at home." The rose took Djiwa to his house.

The rose opened the door of his house so as not to be slandered. Named after his 14 Inch TV, Djiwa with all his might to hold his laughter seeing the 14 Inch TV is now the only entertainment.

Roses also set a dangdut music contest that has more juris comments than singing participants. Sometimes the Rose laughs when a joke on TV is thrown.

Unknowingly Djiwa continued to watch the Roses while smiling. The woman in front of him was very simple. She could be a woman who lives to enjoy wealth if she chooses one of the male geeks who tempt her to be a husband. But Roses instead chose to work hard to support himself and live a simple life. An old-school 14-inch TV is a simple entertainment. Something that has happened so rare.

"Eh, Mas Djiwa like not to do this dangdut music contest? If Mas Djiwa doesn't like it let me change. Wanna see what?" ask the rose suddenly. The soul who was looking at the Rose quickly cast off his sight, lest the Rose see him looking without blinking.

"What's wrong. Rose just watch. I'm thinking a lot." Djiwa then returned to acting like a person who was in a lot of trouble. He remembered the expression of his employees who were wrapped in pinjol and now even followed the expression of his employees so that Roses believed.

The rose played down the TV she was watching and took Djiwa seriously. "Mas Djiwa thought of what?"

"Many, Roses." Djiwa then looked straight ahead with a blank look. Similar to the expression of employees who are wrapped in pinjol. Empty, like no spirit of life.

"News only. Who knows, I can help" said Rose.

"I thought wandering around Jakarta would make my life better but it didn't. Just coming has been met with cruelty Capital. My savings are gone, and I am indebted to Roses and my cousins. Though the money ... the coffee harvest that I collected for years." The soul sheds its tears, making the Rose feel sorry for the suffering that the soul feels.

"I must what a Rose? Huaw ...." Djiwa's acting is getting better. Crying as much as he did.

Roses that once felt there in the position of the Soul cupped the face of Djiwa. Their eyes are now staring at each other. Rose looked at Djiwa with a confident gaze, while Djiwa who acted cry began to groggy with the spontaneous attitude of Roses.

"Mas Djiwa take it easy, I'll help! Djiwa, do not despair easily. Money can still be sought. There's still a way. Starting tomorrow, I can help you sell. Did Djiwa want to?" Rose looked at Djiwa with earnestness her heart wanted to help.

"I'm ashamed." The soul that could not be stared at by the rose kept turning its eyes away.

The rose again cupped the face of Djiwa. "There's no shame, Mom. We're working together. Maybe my shop is not a big stall, but we can advance it together. What matters is that we have money to eat. Want huh?"

Embarrassed Djiwa nodded his head. He could not get this close to the rose. His wild soul began to be unstoppable and wanted to ambush the Roses and then squeeze them under the confines of his stocky arms. Djiwa's weakness is plain girl. Roses can break down the self-defense of the Soul if it continues to approach like this.

The rose smiled with satisfaction. In this close distance, Djiwa saw how beautiful the Rose was, especially when smiling. As much as the energy of the Soul restrained itself. Danger. His alarm began to sound.

"I-I have a stomachache, Rose. I'll go to the bathroom first!" The soul stood up suddenly and stepped out of the Rose house. He stopped at the door and spoke again to the rose. "Tomorrow what should I do?"

"My house is at 3 a.m. We are shopping at the market" replied the Rose with a smile.

"D-yes." Quickly Djiwa goes to her new contract house and locks the door. He rushed into the bathroom and vented out his self-imposed desires. The beautiful smiling Rose Shadow is in the mind of Djiwa accompanied by the sound of hers and the name of the Rose she keeps calling. This bathroom was a witness to Djiwa restraining himself, not directly execution as usual.

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The next morning, Djiwa woke up to her old cell phone alarm sounding. He was lazy to wake up but remembered the promise he made with Roses last night. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. He replaced his shorts with long training pants and a jacket.

Yawning, Djiwa knocks on the door of the house to contract the Rose. Before long the Rose opened the door and greeted Djiwa with a sweet smile. "Come, Mas! We're taking the rental car."

Djiwa complied when he came with Rose in a pick-up car and had to sit in the back with the mothers and fathers. "They're who?" ask Djiwa while whispering.

"First fighter. Just like us. The difference is, they sell vegetables around," replied Rose.

Djiwa was silent during the journey and shocked when she entered a place she had never been before.

"Handmother Market?"

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