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When you are heartbroken, try to live out all the events you have experienced and contemplate that it is all God's engineering to test his servant, who really has the wisdom behind all those events that will make you better than before".
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The next day as promised Madam Budianto, had been waiting for Madam Wijaya at cafe xx street rose she came with her son Reva. While in the Wijaya family's massion, Nyonya Wijaya as the hostess is getting ready. She invited the Husband to accompany her, to cafe xx on the rose road where she made a pact with Mrs Budianto. Because last night he also brought his only child, his puppet, but the child did not want to accompany him because he was lazy to meet Reva the Cat garong according to his hehe (human he times Gibran not a cat fork Gibran there-anya aja). It just so happened that her husband did not enter the office, so he could ask to accompany her.
After getting ready Mrs Wijaya and Mr. Wijaya, immediately headed to cafe xx on the road rose with in between by their personal driver. It does not take long they have arrived there, especially the road is so stretch not as usual dense with vehicles.
Arriving there Mrs Wijaya did not need to bother, to find where Mrs Budianto sat. Moreover, there was a servant who was assigned to welcome, and let her and her Husband to the table that had been ordered by Madam Budianto, there was also Madam Budianto and Reva.
"Hai jeng, have you come..??" greet Madam Budianto with her friendly attitude.
While playing with Mrs Wijaya, and also responded by Mrs Wijaya even with a feeling of dislike.
Reva also participated in a trip with Mrs Wijaya, but was immediately avoided by Mrs Wijaya because she did not like it.
Although a little disappointed at the attitude of Mrs Wijaya who had been openly shown to him, Reva did not want to retreat to get Gibran.He would also make Mrs Wijaya on his side again.
Madam Wijaya and her Husband immediately sat on the bench that had been prepared.
"What did you ask us to meet here?"anya Mrs Wijaya without further ado.
"What if we order some food first..?" asked Madam Budianto to try the pleasantries.
"No need to let us eat, just discuss what we want to say" said Mrs Wijaya a little cold. Actually he wanted to behave as usual, but because of his nature Reva yesterday it made him upset.
"Emmhhh this is jeng. How about the matchmaking of our children will continue right?" asked Madam Budianto shamelessly.
"Aren't you told by a jerk yet?" mrs Wijaya asked with a cynical look towards Reva.
"What does jeng mean?" madam Budianto asked pretending as if she did not know knowing.
"I want to cancel the matchmaking of our children" said Mrs Wijaya without making small talk.
"This is impossible. Jeng's just kidding, right?" ask Mrs Budianto. He did not believe what he heard.
"Why is this suddenly so bad? there must be a misunderstanding" said Mrs Budianto.
"There's no misunderstanding. Only I feel that jeng child does not fit my child" said Mrs Wijaya in a nonchalant tone.
"Who said it doesn't fit. I think they fit in, the one handsome the other beautiful. Moreover, we are as level, right jeng?" madam Budianto said with the word compare their social status.
"That's according to jeng. But I don't think they fit, because I don't think that match can be measured by just being beautiful and handsome. Not even with its level, because one's happiness can not be measured by material. Before everything falls apart we better end it, quickly isn't it so jeng?" Ask Mrs Wijaya with great emphasis.
"Don't be so dong jeng, don't be in a hurry to make a decision, maybe we can try it who knows they are happy" Mrs Budianto felt very disappointed with Mrs Wijaya's decision. But with great difficulty he tried to cover up, and tried to persuade Mrs Wijaya not to cancel their child's match. Moreover, he can no longer wait to become a prominent person in the city, he has also exhibited to his fellow socialites. That soon he would become the lord of the city, which made everyone envious of his good fortune. So he must succeed in persuading Mrs Wijaya not to cancel the match, want to be tarok where his face (dispose to the sea only his face mistress, if not know where to tarok), if it doesn't become. Surely his social friends would laugh at him, especially when he showed it off, he was so haughty as if the world had him.
"Sorry our decision has been unanimous we will still cancel this matchmaking" said Mrs Wijaya.
Jedarr...
As in the lightning strike when Mrs Wijaya said those words.
"This cannot be allowed, we cannot accept your decision with this side" shouted Mrs Budianto. Finally Madam Budianto could not hide her true nature anymore.
"This must be because****** is in the aunt's house right?" ask Reva. With a mocking tone of voice Riani, as she could not hold back her emotions anymore.
"Oh means because other women, so this matchmaking will be canceled, it can not be that way, we will not accept it" said Mrs Budianto with an angry voice restraining emotions.
"It's up to you if you don't want to accept it, but our decision has been unanimous and you need to know it's nobody's fault, it's your own son's fault. Lucky we quickly realized the nature of jeng children, so we do not need to bother later after they get married he will make a tantrum.So I emphasize to you, never you mention my future daughter-in-law with the name ******, she was a fine woman, and her nature was never insolent. I think there is nothing I need to discuss anymore, we better excuse me" explained Mrs Wijaya full of emphasis. Then she and her Husband passed from the place, she was so angry that Reva had mentioned Riani with the words ******, actually Mrs Wijaya did not want to say rude but because seeing the attitude of the mother and child made it emotional especially with Reva's attitude.
After Mrs Wijaya and her husband left, where Madam Budianto and Reva lived, they stared angrily at the departure of Mrs Wijaya and her husband, they would not take their decision for granted.
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