Dowager Bohay

The Past of the Rose

"Seriously, Boss?" ask Rendi. "Not playing games because you're bored?"

"Bored? Said who? I seriously. Super serious," replied Djiwa with confidence. Djiwa cancelled her sleep and sat up straight.

"Lo doesn't know who the rose is, Wa. I know you. You must be messing around again, right? Why don't you mess around at the club tonight anyway? How do you want to look? Who still seals at Mami Ina? I'm cariin!" persuade Rendi.

"Gue doesn't want to and I don't play games. Ren, you don't know who the rose is! If you see how independent and hardworking the Rose is, you must be amazed!" bela Djiwa's.

"Relatedly? You know the Rose is the widow of Bohay. Is she a widow because of divorce or has her husband died?" ask Rendi.

"Where do I know! I don't feel good about personal matters so much as him" replied Djiwa.

"Nah you don't know. Find out first and decide what decision you will make!" joint Advice.

"Yes .. You find out! That duty lo! Why did you tell me? Who is the boss? Songong is a child! Find out soon and report to me. You go home there! I want to sleep. I got tired early in the morning to the market." The soul returned to her body and prepared for sleep.

"Huh? To market? Seriously? Why?" ask Rendi curiously.

Djiwa took the pillow and threw it towards Rendi. "Whisper! Go home there! I'll cut your pay if you say it again!"

"Yes," replied Rendi as she waved her lips. Rendi also went from the house to contract Djiwa and left Djiwa who fell asleep.

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The rose has made breakfast for the soul. Hot fried chicken and chili became the breakfast menu this morning. The rose calls Djiwa for breakfast.

When he came out of the house, Rose saw in the clothes clothes that Djiwa washed. Still wet. Djiwa apparently didn't squeeze him any tighter. Roses that take over, squeeze them harder and get back to sunning the clothes.

"Mas Djiwa!" The rose called Djiwa's name and knocked on her contract door. "Mas!"

The soul who felt not long asleep was still sleepy, but the sound of the Rose was heard in his ears. Quickly Djiwa wakes up and hides the laptop that Rendi brought along with the work that he had to do. "Yes, Rose!" answer Djiwa.

Djiwa opened the door and saw a Rose that had taken a bath. Rose wears 7/8 pants with a shirt that is not too tight but because of his bohay body, it still looks sexy when worn.

"Let's have breakfast, Mas. At my house, yes" take the rose.

"Oh, yes" replied Djiwa.

The souls followed the rose and they had breakfast together. Only eat rice and fried chicken and sambal but Djiwa eat voraciously. It feels good to eat when the stomach is hungry and after tired of working.

"Feel you always good, Rose. You deserve a lot of buyers!" praise Djiwa.

The smiling rose heard Djiwa's praise. "It could be Mas Djiwa. If Mas Djiwa likes to thank God thank God."

"Oh yes Roses, sorry if I asked. Are you in Jakarta alone? No family?" ask Djiwa curiously.

The smile on the face of the rose disappeared. "I'm alone, Mom."

The rose does not answer the other soul's question. "Let me do the dishes!" Djiwa offered to help.

"It's okay. You should be prepared to open a stall, right? I was the one doing the dishes. After washing the dishes, you just tell me what to do," said Djiwa.

"Alright, Mas. Sorry to bother."

Djiwa brought a dirty plate and washed it. When washing dishes, Djiwa likes to see in his house. Effortlessly.

After washing the dishes, Djiwa helped the Roses in the stall. The stalls have started to get crowded and the Roses are hassled with dirty dishes that have not been lifted. Self-conscious, he took the dirty plate and washed it without much protest. He pityed the Rose who looked tired of serving the buyers who came.

When Roses prayed, his work was replaced by Djiwa. Now the replacements are coming, not the gentile fathers but even the lenjeh mothers. Djiwa became a temptation because of his handsome appearance.

Before Maghrib, all the chickens were sold out. Djiwa returned to her contract. His body was very tired but office work awaited him. Djiwa checks the documents and signs the documents that require his signature.

Djiwa is a hard worker. He is a successful entrepreneur because of his hard work. When other people fall asleep and enjoy their night's sleep, Djiwa is still working. That is why Djiwa became one of the successful entrepreneurs who ever entered a business magazine.

At 11pm, Djiwa's eyes could not be conditioned. He also fell asleep with his laptop still on. Djiwa woke up by himself at half 3 am, wanted to sleep again but soon the Rose will go to the market. Djiwa decided to continue her work again.

Djiwa opens the email and sees a message coming in from Rendi. Djiwa opened the email and it turned out to be a report about the identity of the Rose. Djiwa reads it seriously and is shocked to learn that Rose is an ex-convict on a murder case. Surprisingly, Rose was sentenced to five years in prison.

"It's weird" murmured Djiwa.

Djiwa also took the old-school mobile phone that Rendi brought and contacted her personal assistant who was in deep sleep. Several times Djiwa repeated his call then Rendi answered half-consciously.

"Hallo" answered Rendi.

"The data you love is valid?" ask Djiwa.

"What data? Check it out yourself, disturb me to sleep ah!" grumbling Rendi who had not fully realized.

"Do you want my salary cut?" threaten Djiwa's.

Rendi's eyes were instantly fresh and she sat up straight on her bed. "That's, I'm talking to mosquitoes. Disturbing me from sleep, I just beat him to death. The data I provide is valid. You can check the truth."

"What a weirdo?" mummified Djiwa.

"Yes. It's strange. That's why I hope he's teaching his acting. Go home. Later I findin who is still a gress in Mami Ina," persuaded Rendi.

"No want! Instead I am increasingly curious, why a beautiful and independent woman like a Rose can be jailed for 5 years. Your job is to find out all about the Rose case! Either way, I want a complete one!" djiwa's Command.

Rendi breathed deeply. The work is getting more and more. "Wouldn't change your mind? What if you were killed, Wa? Remember, you're a son of a conglomerate! Can die beheaded I'm the same bokap lo if until you why."

"Quiet down! I'll be fine. I'm sure Roses aren't the culprit. Something is strange in his case. You have done a job from me. Now I'm going to the market. Hye!" Djiwa hung up the phone and hurried to wash her face.

"Neng Roses Bohay, aa come!"

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