The Love of the Duda

TCSD 30: Shopping

"Oma's not kidding, is she?"

Krisna who was sitting near the Oma Widuri as if he could not believe if he would get additional duties from the big lady of the owner of this PT. He who has been so dizzy with all the work that the gods have given him, now coupled with the additional tasks given by the oma? Indeed for Krishna the grandmother and granddaughter are equally troublesome.

Oma Widuri who previously stood on the side of Krisna's ergonomic chair, now began to shift her body to sit on a sofa in this room. Oma Widuri picked up a bar of chocolate brand silver*ver queen and started biting the tip of the chocolate.

Krishna who sees the behavior of women who have entered the age of twilight can only shake their heads. Oma Widuri is old but her behavior is still like middle-aged women. Even just for the sake of being able to be said to be youthful, the clothes worn by oma Widuri still look fashionable. He wore a purple batik motif tunic and combined with leggings. Black hair which is the effect of hair color that he wears as if increasingly confirms if the Oma Widuri is indeed young.

"Omma.. If you don't have teeth, don't eat chocolate. It could be that Oma's dentures are all falling out."

Like a grandson who does not have morals, from earlier on Krisna teased oma Widuri with her jokes. At once Ora Widuri threw a pen towards Krisna and right about the forehead of the assistant of the grandson.

"Truly don't have your morals Kris! Would I like to be a deputy of this company without me giving severance and alimony of old age?"

Hearing the word in depak, hurriedly moved from his sitting position and began to approach oma Widuri. "Hehehe I'm kidding Oma. In order to melt the atmosphere. So don't fire me Oma. I still have to raise a lot of money for the cost of getting married."

Krisna sat down next to the Oma Widuri and began to clasp her hands. His face was clear as if persuading oma Widuri not to fire him.

Oma Widuri snorted softly. "Basashen the old virgin." Oma Widuri again inhaled a deep breath of air. "It all depends on you. If you want to do this job I won't fire you."

"What job is Oma?"

"I'm not kidding, Chris. You I gave you extra work. Emmmmmm, no, no. Not a job but a mission" said oma Widuri while enjoying the chocolate bar in her mouth.

Krisna was flabbergasted to hear Oma Widuri say the word mission. He thought it was like he was going to fight to carry out a world peace mission.

"Well what mission does Oma mean? The mission to persuade the Gods to return to Bogor by bringing the woman who was in the news?"

Oma Widuri nodded steadily. "Smart you, Kris! It's not in vain that you used to have a nutritious breakfast at my house when you and God were about to leave for school."

Krishna's lips were a little chirped. "Yes Oma yes. Krisna was very grateful to be able to take breakfast at the Oma house when she was going to school. Then, Krishna should do what Oma?"

"You simply follow the Gods to Jogja. Then persuade him to take the girl with him. You see that girl is not very pretty? Since I first saw her on the news tranding topic, I already have the feeling that this girl will be the next wife of God."

Krishna giggled amusedly. "Oma why is it so confident? Oma see not if this girl still looks very young. Does she want to be the wife of a widow? And...."

Oma Widuri stopped her activity chewing the chocolate bar she ate, her forehead slightly shriveled when she heard Krishna paused her speech. "And? And what?"

"And a man whose bird cannot stand. Haaha... Aaaaadduhhh...."

After laughing heartily at the God, at once the sound of laughter changed into a loud screech when the Oma Widuri reached out to Krishna's ears.

"Then from that if you talk do not come from!" sumpul oma Widuri was a little annoyed if the grandson was made into a laughing stock.

"Yes, my God, my God!!"

Oma Widuri snorted annoyedly. "It's a good thing that I've considered you as my own grandson, otherwise I've sled you!"

"Yes Oma, my goodness. This handsome Krishna still wants to be Oma's granddaughter." Krisna rubbed her ears that felt hot because they were picked up by this Waturi oma. "But it's true, isn't it Oma? If the gods can't turn on? Can he please that girl?"

Oma Widuri's mind was a little glazed over. He confirmed what Krishna said that indeed until now the grandson has not recovered from his condition. "That's true. But I have faith that God will soon be healed, Chris!"

"I hope it's true that way, Oma. So, now how does Krishna have to be?"

"Sok, fly to Jogja. Follow the god and make sure, he is always with the girl so that he can be easily persuaded to come to this city."

"Then, the reward for Krishna is what Oma?"

At once the look on Krishna's face sparkled. "OK Oma. Ready-to-do!"

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"Let's choose whatever you want!"

Cold weather plus semriwing typical air conditioning makes the body of a pair of humans who are busy themselves sorting out clothes that are in one mall in the city center does not feel anger at all. One of the most telling ways to hide from the hot sun by entering the outlet after the outlet in the mall.

Mara looked at the astonished atmosphere that was around her. This was the first time he had entered the largest shopping mall in the city. Because usually, he only entered a small supermarket in his residence.

Mara and Dewa went around entering every outlet in this mall. The hand of God is already filled with several paper bags which are the result of his hunt for clothes and pants. As for Mara, the girl had not gained anything at all.

Many times Mara glanced at the price tags attached to the clothes she saw. How surprised he saw the price of these clothes was more expensive than the salary he earned in the tempe factory where he worked.

"But sir, this is all expensive. I can't afford it, sir."

Mara thought the price of clothes in this place was almost the same as those sold in the market, but it turned out that her expectations were wrong.

The god only chuckled while shaking his head. Apparently from earlier the girl thought that he had to pay himself. "You don't have to think about how to pay for it. Now you just have to choose what you like and put it in the shopping cart."

"But Sir..."

"Sir, come here for a second!" said Dewa called one of the SPGs who were in this outlet.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"Please choose clothes that are suitable for this girl. If it is indeed confused, each model takes one kind, and packs it for this girl!"

"Good Sir." The SPG turned its head towards Mara whose lips could only gap wide. "Let's Ma'am, we'll pick out the clothes for this beautiful mama!"

Mara looked questioningly at the God. "This master means what?"

The god only slightly extended a smile on his lips. "Follow that SPG, and you can take all that he chooses."

"But Sir..."

"I don't accept rejection, okay?"

In the end Mara gave up. He followed where the SPG was taking him. While gods can only continue to smile. Whether what happened, being able to do something that made the girl smile, his feelings made him filled with happiness.

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Hi-hi dear readers... Thank God we got to Part 30. Hows it? Bored of? Hehehe hopefully not, brother...😘😘

Here I would like to say that the one who asked DeRa to get married apologized very much, Sister, because I cannot grant it. For this novel, I deliberately created conflict before DeRa united in contrast to previous novels where conflict arose after marriage. Please be patient... It could not be a God who will be Mara's husband, but instead someone else. wwkkkkkk 😂😂.

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