The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 69: Companion and Invitation

Early in the morning, Zayan had stopped by the food stall where Mesha worked. He brought a graduation invitation. Hope the woman he loves will come to be his companion.

"Gapain come here early in the morning? Go to the office there!" expel Mesha.

"Why again? It was still early morning, angry."

"Why indeed? If you don't like it, go!"

"How could I not like it? You want to be angry, you're raging, I like it."

Mesha was upset, he was lazy to answer Zayan's words again. The woman went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Zayan stood glued to his place.

"Why else is this a girl?"

Sri approached the confused Zayan.

"Why, Mas?"

"This, Ma. I want to give this invitation to E-eh Indy. But instead I was scolded."

Sri laughed a little.

"Yes, put it on the cashier's desk. I'll love the guy."

Then, Sri brought her face closer to Zayan.

"For PMS it may be Fat."

Zayan laughed at Sri's words. He nodded, sign in agreement.

"Yes, I'm saying goodbye, Mom."

After Zayan left, Mesha came out of the kitchen with food in his hands. Then set it up in the storefront. Sri approached.

"Is there a problem, Nduk? Why is that attitude of yours?"

"That's ...."

"Just be honest with me, Nduk!"

The atmosphere was still quiet, that morning. Mesha and Sri sat facing each other.

"So, you want to give your ex-sister-in-law a chance, Nduk?"

"Yes, Mom. I've been widowed twice. Yes, even though my husband hasn't touched me. But this is not fair to Grisa who has just fallen in love, or to Mas Zay who is single."

"What's not fair? Don't you care about Zay's feelings? What if he is also hurt by this attitude of yours? He's a good boy."

"I know, Mom. That's why I chose to stay away, Grisa was many times more deserving than me. Especially if Zay's family knows my status. It will only make the problem worse. Who wants their only child to marry a widow, ma'am?"

"The widow is just a status, Nduk. Most importantly, the feelings you two are living through. Comfortable, happy? For his family matters, we don't know their thoughts do we? I won't know if I try."

Sri held out the paper she had been holding.

"Save this, Nduk. Don't hurt your own heart and the one who loves you just because of an uncertain prejudice."

Sri got up from her seat, walked towards the kitchen. Patting the shoulders of his adopted daughter gently.

Mesha looked down, looking at the invitation paper on the table. In front of him. He sobbed, excitement assaulted his heart.

"Gusti ... What should I do?"

At lunch, Mesha came out of the shop, trying to avoid Zayan. Deliver food orders elsewhere.

Zayan, who came to the food stall, was disappointed when he could not find the woman he was waiting for. Plus, Grisa caught up with him there. Invite him to eat.

Mesha returns to the stall just as Grisa and Zayan are eating their lunch. The woman's steps stopped when she saw the girl holding Zayan's hand.

Mesha turned around, entered the stall through the back door in the kitchen. The woman leaned against the kitchen wall, clutching her chest. Withstanding sobs.

Grisa, who knew that Mesha had just returned earlier, made a picture as if he was making out with Zayan. In fact, the man hurriedly pulled his hand.

"I don't like it like this, sorry! Please don't do this again, Gris! I told you, there's a woman who has stolen my heart!" Zayan nagged in a low voice, keeping the dignity of the girl before him.

"I ... I'm just .. ah, that's it!" Grisa felt annoyed, disappointed and angry. He left after extending hundreds of thousands of money to Sri who was standing at the cashier's table.

"Make me!"

Zayan stood up to pay for his food as well.

"So it's been paid, Mom."

Grisa rubbed both ends of her eyes. It was only the first time he felt pain in his chest because of a man. He was determined to get the man he wanted. Any way.

Mesha who was tired of crying, washed his face and went back to work

.

"Tomorrow someone will come to help our work, Nduk."

"really? But is it okay, Mom?"

"Yes, our stall revenue is increasing, orders are increasing, customers are getting crowded. So I decided to hire someone again. You will also resign from your job, to take care of the delivery service." Sri smiled.

"Did you not need my energy anymore?"

"It's not so, Nduk. I just want to reduce your burden, you will also be busy with your own life. I prepared that, so we wouldn't be surprised."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Why apologize? Honestly, the days we spent with you, it was so happy."

Sri held Mesha's hand. Patting him gently, strengthened the heart of the young woman before him. Because he knew, lately was a hard day for his adopted daughter.

"Mom!" The screams of a girl made Mesha look over.

Mesha saw Yumna who came alone in a work suit, running around stretching out her hands. Hugged her. There's a package in the girl's hand.

"Mbak Sha is healthy? Oh, yeah, it's mom's cake. She said mom misses, wants to see Ma'am Sha."

Sri told Mesha to accompany Yumna to sit down. While he was, serving the customer.

"Mother was happy when I told her about Ma'am Mesha. I really want to meet you, this is busy making this for Ma'am Sha." Yumna pointed at the parcel she had placed on the table.

"Well, I'm not feeling good, Dek. Just bother mom. Oh, yeah, you had your lunch, Dek?"

"It just so happens not yet, Ma'am. That's why I came here too."

"Oh, that. Wait, I'm getting food ready. This time don't pay, let me buy!"

"Well, what's up, Ma'am?"

"There's nothing."

Mesha returned with a plate of food and drink in the large tray he was carrying. He also brought dessert.

"Is it okay, Ma'am Sha?"

"Let's relax, get eaten, gih!"

Yumna spoke on the sidelines of her meal. Talking with Mesha.

"So, you're just gonna graduate to marry that guy, Dek?"

"He em, Ma'am Sha. Tomorrow at the graduation ceremony, I also come as his companion."

"Well, great!"

"Oh, yes. Ma'am Sha has to come to our fiancee and wedding, you know!"

"God willing. Good luck, Dek."

Mesha turned his eyes outside. He remembered the invitation Zayan had given him this morning.

"Mbak Sha's. I've heard stories about Mas Zay and Mbak Sha from Mas Ayangmbebku."

Mesha turned his head, looking questioningly at Yumna.

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