The Love of the Duda

TCSD 154: Back

"You don't mind if I ask you to come first?"

In his workspace, Dewa appears to be sitting in his big chair while focusing on the laptop screen in front. The nearly forty-year-old man was preoccupied with numbers and graphs about the development of his factory. The man was very grateful because the last year, the sales turnover of his factory products always increased. It even gets a good response from the market.

"Then what should I do there Wa?"

"You make sure everything is perfect. Because I have a target next month we'll start operating a factory in Jogja."

"Does Oma know about this?"

Gods nodded. "Yes, Oma knows. Because after all I want the factory established by Oma to grow rapidly, certainly in big cities one of them Jogja."

"What about Mara? Did he know that you set up a factory in his hometown?"

"No, my wife doesn't know. I want to surprise her. Because it's not just the factory that I'm going to dedicate to my wife, but also a house that's going to be where my wife and I are going to spend our old days with our children."

Krishna flabbergasted. "Home? You built a house in Jogja?"

The gods nodded steadily. "Yes. The land near the waterfall which was the first place I met Mara turned out to be private property is not a land owned by the area. And a few months ago, I heard that the land was sold by the owner. And I decided to buy that land. And soon the house is also ready to live."

"That means you chose the city of Jogja to be your future city?"

"Yes, it can be said that way. I don't know why all of a sudden I want to live in that city."

"Hmmmmmh... Alright... Then when should I leave? I can take Sekar, right?"

"The day you left." The god nodded his head. "Of course you can invite Sekar. If Sekar doesn't come with you, I'm worried that you'll be messing with the beautiful women in Jogja."

Putfk!!!!

"I've already repented! Don't mention my past!"

"Hahahaha haaha, hopefully not a tomato!"

"Tomatoes? What do you mean tomato?"

"Better after that!"

"There is no morality for you Wa!"

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Laughter full of happiness echoed across the ceiling of the living room of this large house. Mara, Oma Widuri and also God are chatting in the warmth of the night atmosphere today. So happy he will get his first great-grandchild, since earlier oma Widuri never stop rubbing the stomach of the granddaughter-in-law.

Mara and the gods held each other's eyes. The couple also smiled at the happiness of this Ora Widuri.

"It seems that later Oma's great-grandson will become a man who is good at playing ball. Oma sensed very well that this junior god kick was so violently opened?" the Lord issued his argument.

"Persis like you were when you were little Wa. In the past, when you were a child, if you had played ball it would have been very difficult to stop. Until Oma runs out of ways to persuade you to stop it."

"Definitely if it's like that, small gods are hard to be persuaded to take a bath, Oma?" timpal Mara is in this conversation.

"Aahhhhh that's really a pity. This husband of yours as a child is very difficult to persuade to take a bath. Opa also gets overwhelmed by it." Oma Widuri chimed in Mara's words with a slightly sparkling face while reminiscing about the childhood of God and Vishnu. But his eyes looked slightly bright and suddenly a drop of clear crystal slid freely from the eyes of oma Widuri.

"Omma? Why is Oma crying?"

The god was a little surprised to see the oma Widuri tetiba shed her tears. Oma Widuri's hurry wiped her tears. "Aaaahhh.... Suddenly Oma misses your sister Wa. How is he doing at the moment? Is he okay? Did Dira take good care of it...."

"Mrs!"

The word oma Widuri was trimmed when suddenly mbok Darmi entered the family room. The housekeeper's face looked a little riled up. Between worry or happiness.

Oma Widuri turned her head towards Darmi. "What's up Mi?"

"That's Nyah, there's....."

"Geez!"

The sound of baritone that was always heard in this room suddenly made God, Mara and also a little surprised. They linked their eyes to the figure of the man who was behind Darmi's body and made both eyeballs belonging to the Gods and the Ora Widuri wide and perfectly rounded.

"Vishnu!"

"Sir Vishnu!"

The man gave a little smile. "Vishnu is back, Oma!"

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