The Love of the Duda

TCSD 64: Accept

Sitting face to face while enjoying chamomile tea and strawberry cheesecake, both oma Widuri eyeballs stared intensely at the face of the girl in front of him. An ayu face with pliable eyelashes, eyebrows with a perfect degree of curvature, two wide eyeballs, a tiny nose and thin lips as if to be a sign of the perfection of God's creation.

"Mrs? Why is Madam looking at me like that? Is there dirt on my face? Or maybe there's something tucked in my teeth?"

Mara was busy groping her face. Worrying if something is interfering with someone else's vision because there is dirt or maybe something else. Naturally Mara had such thoughts because from earlier this big madam before her was staring fixedly at her face not even blinking at all.

"Pretty. You are so beautiful, Mara. Not only your face but also your temper, your words and your behavior. It's only right if my granddaughter wants you so badly to be his wife."

Blusssh...

The words of Ora Widuri successfully made her cheeks blush red and the girl could only look down in embarrassment.

"Thank you so much for the compliment, ma'am."

Oma Widuri just smiled faintly. "If I see your face like this, I think of my youth. I used to be the most beautiful woman of my era. Aaahhh.. Unknowingly at this time my age is getting old and already smelly soil."

Oma Widuri laughed crisply. While Mara can only smile knots. It turns out that this twilight woman has a high sense of confidence coupled with a high quality of humor that makes the atmosphere filled with familiarity even though only twice, he met this old lady.

"That's absolutely true, Madam, because even today the beauty of the Madam still looks very clear. Madam still looks so young."

Mara didn't mess with her words. Even the girl did not intend to look for face in front of the Oma Widuri by praising her. Because basically, what Mara said was true. Oma Widuri's face does look very well maintained even though it has almost entered a century.

Oma giggled amusedly. "If it's like that, when I'm with God sitting on a lap, I don't have to be ashamed, do I? Because my face still looks pretty?"

Mara just nodded slowly while sipping on the dragon fruit juice that was in front of her. "That's absolutely right, madam."

Oma Widuri smiled again. "Ah yes, I want to know, what is actually the relationship between you and the man who is often referred to as God as your lover? Do you really have a special relationship with the man that the God meant?"

Mara shook her head. "No Madam, my relationship with the man was purely just like that of a sister with an older brother. Because that man helped me and my father when he ran away from people who had bad intentions towards me. In fact, the man referred to by the Lord God already had a lover, and perhaps soon he would soon be married."

Oma Widuri nodded her head. Now there is no doubt in his heart to be able to immediately unite the grandson with the beautiful girl in front of him.

"Do you love the gods?"

Mara gasps. This question of oma Widuri can only make him unable to answer at all. The girl was confused as to what she should say.

"S-I...."

A sweet smile rose on the lips of oma Widuri. Slowly, he pulled out Mara's palm and grasped it tightly. "I already know the answer, Ra. What you feel towards God is clearly reflected through the look of your eyes."

"Mrs, I...."

Mara jerks. "Mrs, I..."

"You just have to answer yes or no Ra!"

Mara lowered her face. Without feeling the clear grains falling from his eye patch. The feeling for the foreign man who was only a few moments old he knew really managed to fill the spaces in his heart. Makes it difficult to breathe and maybe the relief will return when he has managed to uncover it in front of the God.

"Madam, I do love the Lord God, but..."

Oma Widuri's forehead frowned slightly. "However what is Ra? What makes you so full of doubt?"

"I am just a low-educated lady. I feel inappropriate to be with Lord God who incidentally a leader in a large company. I'm afraid I can't bring myself, Madam."

Oma Widuri got up from her seat. He shifted the chair he was sitting in to get closer to Mara. He pulled this girl's body, to carry her into his arms.

"Srstttt... Who says you don't deserve to be with my grandson Ra? In fact, it should be a God who does not deserve to be your life companion, considering his age with you adrift very far. However, I am very grateful, because you have the same taste towards Gods. And I believe this is the right time to unite your love."

Mara slightly unraveled her embrace from the body of oma Widuri. "Mrs...."

Oma Widuri smiled wryly and rubbed the clear lake belonging to this girl who had shed tears. "Ra, for the rest of my age, I just want to see God happy. I believe that the happiness of God is within you. And you are the woman God has sent, to be able to bandage all the pain God has ever felt." Oma Widuri paused for a moment. "So, are you willing to be the wife of Rangga Danabrata Dewandaru?"

Mara nodded slowly. "Yes, ma'am, I'm willing."

Oma Widuri smiled widely. He hugged the body of this girl tightly. "Thank you Mara! And from this moment on, don't call me madam, but call me oma, just like God called me."

"O-Oma...?"

"Yes like that, granddaughter-in-law. Really, I'm so happy to hear it."

Oma Widuri hugged Mara's body tightly. Without feeling it, a single drop of clear crystal escaped from his eye fertilizer.

Lord, if you call me after this, I will surely return home in peace. I believe this girl is a good girl who will bring kindness to my granddaughter.

Mara, that young girl was also filled with haru feelings. Oma Widuri's decapitation seemed to remind her of the figure of a long-gone mother. A warm embrace full of sincerity and affection that he had not felt for a long time.

Lord, thank You for the gift you have given me today. I am ready to be the wife of Lord God. Hopefully there will only be happiness for us in the future.

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