Project Mandor And Young Widow

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Adi glanced at Indri who was looking down beside her. To get rid of nervousness due to a joke from Mr. Wito, Adi immediately took a cigarette and ignited it.

Love and Dhea sitting between the two of them were enjoying the chicken pastel. They both look good.

Ms. Siti immediately retreated to the kitchen.

"Are you ready Ta?", asked Bu Siti on Nita who just finished arranging the soy sauce seasoning chicken on an oval plate.

Nita nodded her ass.

Soon Nita brought rice in a big basket, followed by Diah who brought soy sauce seasoning chicken to the living room. Heru went straight to the back. They take turns bringing a wide variety of cuisines to the living room. In addition to chicken soy sauce seasoning, there is oseng ati ampela mix potatoes, beef stew, mustard and spinach, lodeh jackfruit mix head and chicken claws and fried papaya mix tempe and anchovy.

Bu Siti nodded at Pak Puh Bud. His eldest brother immediately understood.

"Monggo on the forehead of Mr. Bu, it's bad" said Mr. Puh Bud.

At the start of Pak Jarno, they started eating together.

Indri immediately poured rice into the plate. The woman turned to her future husband.

"You want a side dish what mas??".

"Urap, oseng ati ampela sambela fried papaya mix teri yank" Adi replied immediately.

Indri immediately got what Adi wanted. And held out the plate already full of the side dish to her. Indri then took the white rice and soy sauce chicken then handed it to Cinta who was sitting next to her. Then he again took the rice and the soy sauce seasoning chicken intended to feed Dhea.

The boy immediately shook his head.

"Dhea doesn't want to be the same mother. Dhea wants to be the same father" Dhea said as she covered her mouth with her hands.

Not wanting to fuss with Dhea, Indri handed her plate to Adi.

"Mas, please yes", Indri said with a smile. Even with a little unpleasant because in front of the crowd.

Adi immediately put down her plate and received the food plate for Dhea.

"Dhea, come here in the father's bribe", Adi approached Dhea. The little boy immediately opened his mouth wide to accept Adi's bribe.

"Bak Love, sir,

Want to be fed like Dhea's sister?", Indri stared at the beautiful face of the princess only wayang her future husband.

Love is happy. Hunt him down and hand the plate in front of him to Indri.

Be them first to feed the children.

Bu Siti looked at Adi and Indri alternately. There is a beam of haru taste infiltrated into his heart to see Indri who painstakingly feed Love. Look happy hue of the little girl's face when it gets the attention of Indri.

A drop of clear tears slowly dripped down from the old woman's cheeks.

'Oh, my God,

Unite their hearts until death do you part', said Bu Siti in her heart.

Finish Love and Dhea full, Adi and Indri turn to eat. Although still shy, they look happy when feeding each other. Everyone watched the two of them just smile at him.

"When you're in love, the world feels like both. The others just contract", as well as Pak Puh Bud.

Gerrrrrr

Laughter was heard again from the living room of Adi's house.

Adi and Indri just smiled faintly hearing their jokes.

That night, the two families melted in laughter and smiles.

The clock has set a number of 20.30

Pak Jarno immediately said goodbye to the family of Bu Sarmi.

"Mas Bud, since it's already night, our family intends to beg themselves.

Sorry if there is an error in the good word that is intentionally or not.

Hopefully the cord between our families will continue until the end".

Pak Puh Bud smiled faintly.

"Same with Jarno, we and our family can only pray that the journey home panjenenengan all can be smooth and safe until home".

After shaking hands, the Indri family came out of the living room of Bu Siti's house.

Nita, Diah and Yu Sih ran around giving snacks and food that they had prepared since this afternoon.

The Indri family car slowly left Adi's house in the following 4 motorcycles behind him.

Adi drove them up to the asphalt road in front of his house.

"Le, you need to hurry to Modin sir.. It's only 28 days. Fear later it is time for marriage agreement, the letter is belly up", said Bu Siti after the Indri family group disappeared in the street crowd.

"Yes buk, tomorrow morning Adi to the house of Mr. Modin Jamroni.

If necessary tomorrow morning Adi departs", Adi melengos left without hearing Bu Siti's answer.

"You were told that, it must have been ngeyel who came out" grumbled Bu Siti.

Hehehehe

Adi just grinned as she passed towards her bedroom. Her body is tired today.

The night soon changed in the morning.

That morning Adi was preparing to go to the house of Mr. Modin Jamroni to take care of the letter for marriage requirements with Indri.

He unpacked his wardrobe on top to find his widow's letter as well as a photo of KTP and KK coffee as well as his birth certificate.

"Yet, my KK is not there?", asked Adi to Bu Siti who was wearing clothes to Cinta.

"Try to find it first, usually collect the same deed and your degree kog" replied Bu Siti while combing the hair of Love.

"There's no buk, though,

No longer unloading this. If the birth certificate is there", Adi continues to flip back the pile of paper on the shelf on the top of the wooden cabinet.

Wait a minute, there's this forgetfulness.

Eh yes, yesterday KK his mother coffee photo to discuss BPJS health. Hehehehe", Ms. Siti chuckled amusedly.

"Huu...

Say cake from earlier. And now that KK mom put where??", Adi grumbled.

"Awhile I get it", Ms. Siti then goes into her bedroom. Not long after that he returned with a piece of KK and a copy photo.

Adi accepts her and puts her in her backpack. Then, the one-child widower immediately drove his motorbike to the school of Love.

After delivering Cinta, Adi returned to the house of Mr. Modin Jamroni whose house in the next village.10 minutes later, he had arrived there.

Just then, Mr. Modin Jamroni was about to go to the KUA office of Sela sub-district.

Seeing Adi coming, the middle-aged man immediately approached Adi who had just parked his motorbike.

"Assynolajet.

Weh mas Adi's.

Tumben. What is it?", asked Mr. Modin Jamroni with a smile and extended his hand to shake his hand.

"Walaikumsalaam pak Jam,

There needs to be a little bit of the Jam sir", Adi replied while shaking the hand of Modin Mande village.

"Woalah, monggo monggo mas.. Please come in" said Mr. Modin, smiling and walking ahead of Adi.

After they sat in the living room of Mr. Modin's house, Adi immediately issued a file for his marriage preparation letter.

"What is there a need? If you look at this paper it seems like Adi wants to marry again yes", Mr. Modin Jamroni smiled knot.

"Yes, sir, these are the required files. Please check. If there is anything less, please let me know", said Adi while removing a pack of cigarettes and took a stick and ignited it.

Mr. Modin Jamroni checked the file for a moment.

"This is just a photo 3x4 5 sheets, 4x6 5 sheets, the same introductory letter from RT.

This is but when did Adi mas?", Mr. Modin looked at Adi's face.

"27 more days, Jam, is there enough time?", asked Adi later.

"Wohh still, a tree not less than a week still can Mas..

That's Mr. Qadar's son, 2 Weeks too so.

Oiya, where do you have a girl?", asked Mr. Modin Jamroni curiously.

"From Marga village Panggung Pak Jam sub-district", Adi explained everything.

"Washeeekkk...

What virgin dowager mas?", investigate Modin's Mande village with a smile.

"Widow sir, son one", Adi smiled shyly.

"Well, that's a mas" Mr. Jamroni smiled meaningfully.

"Kog even good sir??", Adi scratched his head that does not itch.

"Marriage to the widow is the same as we hold heaven lo mas. Many rewards, especially widows who already have children.

God willing, heaven is certain for you" said Mr. Modin Jamroni explained.

"Aamiin, O Allah", Adi immediately guaranteed it.

"And again now there is another slogan ngetrend loh mas", Mr. Modin Jamroni smiled knot.

"What is it sir??", Adi was immediately curious.

Modin Mande village was chuckling at the curious Adi. With a calm she whispered,

"The widow is getting ahead"

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