Dowager Bohay

The Streets In The Mall With Bumil

"Raclut? Want me to buy you a suitcase that you can sit in so you don't get tired during a walk in the Mall?" ask Djiwa attentively.

Djiwa and Roses were walking in the Mall. Many pairs of eyes were looking towards them but were not Soul-indicated. He only focused on the Rose, lest his wife who was pregnant was exhausted.

"No. I used to go for a morning walk with Mama. The muter-muter street in the Mall is so small for me," replied Roses proudly.

"Well, your relationship has been progressing rapidly since I didn't exist. I heard from Papa saying you cooked for the show huh? I also heard that your cooking gets a lot of compliments, right?" asked Djiwa who occasionally smiled when there was a camera pointed at him. The charm still has to be done. Being friendly will keep his image good.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. God made everything easy as long as there was none. God is the one who turns over Mama's heart. I can be accepted as Allah is already one of the blessings that I should be grateful for. I'm glad I got to get along with Mama. My life that was once quiet, is now becoming crowded again. We often cook together, Mas. Mama even helped me prepare for the Warung needs," said Roses with a happy radiant face.

"Oh yeah? Good though. I'd rather Mama spend time with you than her more showy, two-faced fellows."

"Open Two? Just like the title of Mizzly. Oh yes, since I knew Mama, I also became diligent in reading. Even if I just read a novel."

"Do you like to read? What novel did you read? Mizzly's book?" ask Djiwa. "I've heard his name."

"Yes, Mas. One of the novels I read is Thin Boundaries of Love and Hate. I love the story of Ayara and Rezvan as cats and dogs. Keep on hanging but miss each other. It's very sweet. Novels that aren't just about bed scenes or flying fish soap operas."

Djiwa rubs the rose's hair gently. "What's wrong. Fill your free time with lots of reading and do what you like. We've arrived." Djiwa pointed at the jewelry store in front of her.

"Rhinestone shop?" ask Roses. "What do you want to buy?"

"Panse," replied Djiwa quickly while holding back his laughter. "She wants to buy you jewelry, honey. Let's go in and buy what you like. Don't worry about price. This shop is mine."

Djiwa took Rose into the jewelry store. His arrival was greeted with respect and the friendly smiles of his employees. "Good afternoon, Mr. Djiwa. Can we help you?" ask the store manager to Djiwa.

"Sore. I'd like to buy my wife a new set of jewelry."

Hearing Djiwa say the word wife, the employees looked at him. They were surprised that there was never any news that their boss was married. All they know is that their boss is the most favorite singles who are targeted by employees.

Feeling stared at by Djiwa employees, Roses smiled kindly. "This is a rose, my wife. Whenever my wife comes and wants jewelry, just give it away."

The rose touches the arm of Djiwa. "Mas, what the hell. Don't be so ah."

Djiwa smiled and again proud of his wife in front of the employees. "My wife is shy, but good. Oh yeah, where's the latest jewelry set?" billiad Djiwa.

Shop managers who had been silent digesting shocking information from Djiwa now realized and quickly gave their latest collection of stores. The latest necklaces, rings and bracelets are shown on the Rose.

"Which one do you want, honey?" ask Djiwa.

"I ... choose yourself?" ask Roses.

"Yes dong. Which one do you want? Choose what you like."

The rose is confused as to which one it likes. Everything's peachy. Don't ask the price, it's definitely expensive.

"Why? Nothing you like? Want a bigger diamond?" ask Djiwa.

The rose shook its head. He whispered to Djiwa so that no one would hear what he said. "I'm scared."

"Fear why?" ask Djiwa.

"Fear that when I'm giving chili, the diamond will fade" replied the Rose still in a whisper.

Not wanting to disappoint Djiwa, Roses also choose jewelry in front of him. Djiwa asked him to buy a set, Roses also according to him.

After buying jewelry, Rose was invited to the clothing store. The soul chooses many clothes for the rose. "You need a bit of loose clothing when you're pregnant later."

Roses follow what the soul wants. All for his good. The rose is aware, Djiwa just wants to make her happy.

"Hungry no? Wanna eat?" tawar Djiwa's.

"Not too hungry. He wants to eat light, not heavy."

"Okay, ready Princess. There's a cafe, you have to try their croissant made really good, want?" tawar Djiwa's.

Roses nodded. The hot and sweet croissant shadow danced in his mind. "You."

"OK, let's go!"

They left the store without bringing anything. All groceries will be sent directly to Djiwa's house. No need to bring a lot of groceries. How to shop the rich, no need to show off but bought a lot and expensive.

The fragrant roasted croissants immediately welcomed the arrival of the Roses and Souls as they entered the cafe. The eyes of the rose sparkle to see a row of delicious and appetizing snacks.

"Which one do you want?" ask Djiwa.

Roses that did not feel hungry even ordered some croissants and cakes. "I want cheese cake, tiramisu cake, strawberry croissant, cheese croissant and chocolate hazelnut."

The soul stared at the Rose in disbelief. When asked if he was hungry, he replied. But the snacks he ordered were plenty as well. Bumil is different.

"Why, Mas? Can't you order a lot?"

"Come on, honey. Order whatever you want!" answer Djiwa. He did not want the rose to be as sensitive as it used to be before he lived. Pregnant women like to be there. If you can follow it, then follow it.

"OKAY. I'm looking for a seat!" The rose left Djiwa who was still ordering for herself.

The rose chooses a seat next to a large glass. They sat face to face in a cafe playing classical music. Several times the child in the Rose womb moved to hear classical music.

"Why Dear? How do you smile yourself?" ask Djiwa.

"Your son, Mas. Since then the movement continues when listening to classical music," replied Rose.

"Oh yeah? I'm gonna hold ah!" Djiwa moves beside the Rose and holds the belly of the Rose. "Eh yes, movement. Well, I'll often set classical music ah. She likes it so much."

The smiling rose heard it. "Classical music is good, but I prefer to listen to the sound of the chanting of the holy verse or sholawat of the Prophet, Mas. Let our child get used to it from the stomach."

"Eh yes. Right you are, my dear. I agree."

Being engrossed in holding the belly of the moving Rose, a voice shocked Djiwa.

"Mas Djiwa?"

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