The Love of the Duda

TCSD 65: Requesting Restu

"This talk we kept a secret from the gods!"

Mara gasped at the words of oma Widuri. Just now Ora Widuri so wanted to quickly marry the grandchild but now even oma Widuri asked to keep it a secret.

"I mean Oma how?"

Oma Widuri just smiled knot. "I believe that God is one man who is loyal to one woman. Even he can keep his heart for the woman he loves so much. But let the current him fight to get you, Ra!"

Mara's forehead shriveled. "M-Mara doesn't understand Oma."

"Right now God still thinks that you have relationships with others. Let him do something to fight for your love, Ra. I just want to see how much he's trying to get you."

"O-Oma sure did this?"

Oma Widuri nodded steadily. "Yes, I'm pretty sure Ra. Besides, I want to see how the gods react when they find out that you have nothing to do with other men."

"Okay Oma, Mara will."

"Yes already, finish your drink Ra. After this, let's go back to the God's room."

"Yes Oma."

Two other people of that generation sipped the last drops of the drink in front of each. It turned out that their meeting this time could really add to the familiarity that occurred between the two. Excellent conditions as the initial foundation for a better relationship in the future.

***

"Because nothing serious happened to Mr. God, then my God sir is welcome to return home."

The doctor who handled the wasp sting wound experienced by the God gave permission to the God to be able to return home. Given that the wounds on the face of the Gods were not so serious, the doctor decided to give the Gods permission to go home.

"But can this sting mark disappear Doc? I felt no longer handsome with these red patches on my face. If my face is like this, where is there a woman out there who glances at me Doc?"

While stealing a glance towards Mara, the Gods seemed to put a sad face on the scars left by the colony of ferocious wasps. Apparently the widower wanted to see the reaction of the girl he loved, but unfortunately, the girl just fell silent. While the Oma Widuri and Krishna could only massage his temple to hear the ridiculousness of the man who was drunk with love.

The doctor just gave me a little smile. "God, don't worry. Later I will prescribe internal medicine and external medicine for wounds on the face of this Father. So that it does not take long, the scars of this father will soon disappear. Besides you don't worry, a woman who really loves you for who you are definitely not going to mind the face of the Father like this."

"Hmmmmm but at least with my face as before many women will want to. If it's like this let alone want to, glance at me alone must have been reluctant."

Oma Widuri just clucked. "Heh Duda's. Stop that unfortunate speech of yours. Get ready to go home. Poor Mara, she's been here too long. He wants to rest soon, right?"

"Let Krishna take Mara home, Oma!" timpal Krishna suddenly and suddenly made the lips of God gaping wide.

"No, no, no. What the fuck is you, Chris? Play between everything. Let me drive Mara home!"

"But you're still sick Wa. So let me drive Mara. You just rest."

The personal assistant of the God was deliberately teasing the boss. Seeing the boss slightly ignited by the annoyance seemed to be a beautiful sight to be able to enjoy.

The two eyeballs of God rotate, staring at the face of Krishna who wants to become the hero of the misfortune. "The wound is my face. My hands can still control the steering wheel of the car and my feet are still working to step on the brake or gas pedal, so it won't affect anything."

"Already, already, already. Whoever's gonna drive Mara, who obviously has to make sure Mara's safe home." Oma Widuri turned to the doctor who also giggled amusedly. "I'm sorry for these guys Doc. That one equestrian effect makes it a little silly. And that one effect of the old virgin who does not practice makes his behavior ridiculous as well. The two are inseparable, Doc!"

"It's okay, madam."

God and Krishna just gasped. "Ommahoo!!!"

***

"I beg your blessing to be able to have a serious relationship with your daughter!"

Baskara who was still faithful sat on his wheelchair, a little surprised because suddenly there was a man who came to ask his blessing. So that only makes his lips clenched can not say anything.

Baskara glanced at the child and was only responded to by a sweet smile on her lips.

"I know if there is currently Pramono who is undergoing a serious relationship with the daughter of the Father. But I will never give up. I will continue to try to get your daughter. Because for me, as long as the status of your daughter has not changed into a wife, I still have many opportunities. So I beg your blessing."

Baskara just smiled knot. He just understood it turns out the man sitting in front of him had been mistaken for the relationship of the child with Pramono. However, here he wanted to see how much effort this man had to put in to fight for his daughter.

"All you leave it to Mara, son. Let Mara choose between you or Pramono who will be her life companion."

"But you gave my blessing, didn't you? Because with the blessing you gave me, it will lighten my footsteps."

"You and Pramono are both good men. So I give my blessing to you both. Now just how do you make your daughter believe that you are the best."

The god grabbed Baskara's palm. Without wasting much time, the man kissed the back of Baskara's hand intensely. "Thank you very much, sir, thank you."

While Mara, can only stare at what is done by God. His heart was a little relieved because the man did not mind the condition of the father who could only sit on a wheelchair.

***

The night breeze caressed Mara's body and also the God who was sitting on the porch of the house. The fierce blow made the cold suddenly enter their bodies until it penetrated the bones.

"Ra, I realize that I made a mistake for not believing you about what happened that night."

"Then?"

"I want you to tell me all about what you went through that night Ra. Why did you suddenly disappear and let me wait for you all night?"

Mara just gave me a little smile. "So soon you will know the truth. So I don't have to bother to tell you that."

The forehead of the God slightly shriveled. "Is it really like that? What makes you so sure that I'll find out soon?"

While slimming her shoulders, Mara tried to respond to the words of the God. "Oh sir, I am only sure that you will soon find out."

The god slightly threw a rough breath. Right now he did not want to force his will for Mara to be able to tell him everything. It might be true, that he had to go to great lengths to figure it all out.

"Ra, may I ask you one thing?"

Mara linked her gaze towards the Gods. "What is it, sir?"

"Can you change your call to me?"

"Changed calls? So what do I call Master?"

"Call me 'mas', Ra!"

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