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After he finished communicating with Ardhi through voice calls. Rudi immediately went to Melati's parents' house.

Three times Rudi knocked on the door of the house, but there was still no word from within. Rudi continued to say hello, hoping that the person inside the house would come out. But, in fact, there is also no result.

Rudi who is desperate, tries to contact her parents' mobile number Melati. It's the tenth call, still not raised. Be Rudi chose to sit on a wooden chair on the terrace of his house Melati.

Ten minutes passed. No one, the residents of the house who came to the house. Until finally Rudi ventured, asked the neighbors of his parents Melati who passed in the yard of the house.

"Sorry Mom asked. Where did the people in this house go?" asked Rudi, paying attention to women who still look young by holding the child on the back, as well as pregnant suggestions on the shoulders.

"Now is bird watch season. So, early in the morning already went to the rice field." Answer the woman friendly. Because, Rudi asked in a friendly manner. He also asked a joke, the child in the woman's arms.

A moment Rudi thought. She was young, but had to work hard. Yes, the appearance of the woman Rudi was talking to. Layakaya people who want to go to the fields or to the fields.

"Is the offering far away, Dek?" tanya Rudi still smiled sweetly.

"Near Bang, just follow this causeway. Just two kilos from here. Pak Samsul rice field near the causeway. Later, there is a tire patch workshop. Brother just ask the tire patcher, where the rice field is Mr. Samsul. It must've shown it." Rudi looked closely at the beautiful young mother in front of him. His heart rippled great. He felt sorry for the beautiful young mother.

"Ooh... Thanks for the Deck."

The young mother smiled in response to Rudi's words. The woman continued her steps.

Rudi noticed the woman holding the child walking on the sidewalk of the road. He thought, Where is that woman going? why not ride a rickshaw or other transportation?

"Let's take the road." Tell Rudi to the driver. He's going to find his rice field Melati's father.

"Stop it, stop it." The luxury car stopped right in front of the woman asked by Rudi earlier. The woman wondered why the car stopped in front of her. But, he who was again in a hurry, continued to continue his steps.

Rudi rushed down from his car. He was chasing the woman who had one child.

"Hey, hey, young mom. Wait..!" he said with a loud tone. The young mother was afraid. Their current location was in a quiet place. No more houses. There is only a stretch of rice fields that turn yellow on the left and right sides.

The woman became afraid, because Rudi just kept following her. The woman thinks Rudi, is a child thief. Because, now again rampant child theft.

The woman sped up her pace, she did not bully Rudi who was calling out her name. Though Rudi wanted to give a ride to the woman, there was no intention that macem-macem. With sadness mixed with annoyance, Rudi back into his car.

"I why the hell? koq is so sensitive." Rudi shook his own head. He turned his body back, after the woman had disappeared from the sight of his eyes.

"Boss, is this a tire patch repair shop?" said the driver, stopping right in front of the workshop." Rudi looked around. It seems like this is the workshop that the woman said.

Rudi and the driver got out of the car

Directly ask the owner of the workshop. Yes it is true, behind the workshop, is the rice field of old man Melati. Precisely the rice fields of people who planted them by sharing the results with the owner of the rice field.

"Yes boss, it's Mr. Samsul, his father's future wife young master." Said the driver, Rudi looked up by rounding his index finger. The driver looked at the behavior of his boss.

"The rice field is muddy boss. Sure you want to go there, sir?" asked the driver, watching Rudi who had rolled up his jeans.

"Sure dong, look at that there's a lot of corn, planted there. That must be corn, Mr. Samsul. I'm gonna eat some grilled corn in there." Rudi said with a happy smile. I don't know why he likes this village so much Melati.

"Come..!" Rudi gave the code with his hand. Finally, the driver went along with what his boss wanted.

"Sir, sir Samsul?" rudi shouted with his carefree voice and spirit. The sun has not turned, the air is also very cold. What a beautiful atmosphere. Makes the heart happy happy.

Mr. Samsul who seemed to be netting on it, in order to avoid the birds, stopped his activities. Yes, Pak samsul rice is newly rolled, still looks green.

The ball is still upright.

Mr. Samsul and the wife of Khadijah's mother, look at each other. Feeling familiar with the two men who came to their fields. Instantly a sense of anxiety and fear overcame the feelings of the husband and wife. Are their assumptions true?

"Oh Allah, asi ro halaki nadua mulaki?" say this Khadijah with fear. He now looked at Rudi who was getting closer to them. There is only irrigation that limits it. (God, why did they both come again?)

"Arakku giot mangalap Hepeng na 50 million i." Answer Mr. Samsul with a feeling of no less confusion. (Maybe take the five million).

Total money given Rudi overnight 50 million. 30 million as Buy or Tuhor. 20 million, money to buy a gold necklace.

Rudi and the driver. Mr. Samsul and his wife discussed the sudden proposal. They had assumed that the arrival of the two men to his house was a wrong address, or wanted to deceive them.

Why should the marriage of his daughter be kept secret from Melati? that's a big question mark. After the completion of the application and submission event. Mr. Samsul asked the adat and alim ulama figures he called, as witnesses. Not telling the important events that happened in their homes, to the villagers, related to Melati who wants to get married.

Mr. Samsul, fearing the marriage did not happen. His daughter could not be contacted until now. Said Rudi who came to represent applying Melati to Mr. Samsul. Melati said she would come with her future husband, the day before the wedding.

The letter that Rudi brought was true. She had already prepared the files needed for the wedding from the groom-to-be. And tomorrow the plan is that Mr. Samsul will register his marriage Melati to the Office of Religious Affairs. Although it is clear, as it is, Mr. Samsul is still hesitant to give the good news to the neighbors.

TBC.

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