The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 70: The Winner of the Heart

"What do you hear, Deck?"

"Because of that story, I'm fans of Mas Zay, Ma'am."

"Why can?"

"Age now, is it very rare for such a man, Ma'am? Don't want to get close to a girl, 'cause she's waiting for someone."

"meaning?"

"For so long, Mas Zay has never approached any woman. Although many women are chasing him. And I understand why Mas Zay would wait for that woman. That woman is Sha's mother."

Yumna recounted everything she heard from the Zayan version through what Karman told her.

"Eat, Ma'am. That's not fair to Mas Zay, if only love claps one hand. After a long time he held back and waited for Ma'am Sha."

Mesha's chest rumbled. He did not expect that much of a feeling Zayan had for him.

"You didn't tell Mas Zay to tell me this kind of story, did you, Dek?"

"Huh? Meaning, Ma'am?"

"If this is a strategy to melt my heart, tell Mas Zay. That's not gonna work."

Yumna stared intently at Mesha's face. He felt annoyed.

"Why did I do what Ms. Sha accused me of? I don't get any profit. I was just telling you about what I heard. Sorry, Ma'am. I don't mean to interfere in Sha's affairs, but I'm really concerned about Mas Zay. If indeed Ma'am Sha rejected it outright."

Mesha lowered his head, hiding a circle that had hung at the end of his eyes.

"Come, Deck! I just ... You know that curse? Remember, right? What if it will also happen to Mas Zay. How about ...."

Yumna sighed, leaning her body against the back of the chair. Folding a hand on his chest.

"Everyone's fate is different. Consider it, Mas Sakha is less fortunate, Ma'am. It hurts me to say something like this, but life goes on. Mas Sakha would also want Mbak Mesha to continue living and be happy."

Yumna got up from her seat.

"Thank you for this good meal, Ma'am. Last time, I was just saying. Every now and then, appreciating your own feelings is also important!"

Mesha looked at Yumna's back away, out of the stall. He can't take it anymore. His cries broke, in silence. Sri let the woman sit alone with her sobs.

Some days, Mesha did not see Zayan in the shop or even in the office of Bentala Swarga Group. He felt a great void within his chest cavity. Like there's a hole in there. It made him not excited at work. Fortunately, there was another girl who was hired to help the stall.

"If you feel well. Just rest, Nduk."

"It's okay, Mom. I'm not okay."

"Oh, yeah."

Mesha cleaned up some dirty tables. His hand stopped when he heard someone call him.

A girl with a beautiful modified kebaya. Thin makeup adorned her face. The gray eyepiece that he wears, makes it look more charming.

"Mbak Sha why is he still here?"

"What's the matter, Dek?"

"forget? Today's Mas Zay graduation day!"

Mesha's eyes widened, he completely forgot. Rushed to the cashier's desk. Read the time and place of the graduation event listed on the invitation. He walked towards Yumna, holding the sheet.

"But ... I'm .. not ready for anything, am I worth coming, Dek?"

Yumna clucked irritably, he dragged Mesha out of the stall, yelling at Sri, "Mom, borrow the Mbak for a while, I'll return it!"

Sri smiled widely, she waved her hand, agreeing.

"Follow me, Ma'am! It's still hunting! Come on, this Sha Ma'am, really!"

Yumna continued to grumble as she gently dragged Mesha. A car parked in front of the shop. A smiling Karman face emerged from behind the wheel.

"Yok, Mas Ayangmbeb! We'll take Mr. Princess to the salon!" Yumna's orders to Karman.

"Ready, Your Majesty the Queen!"

Yumna laughed out loud as she opened the door for Mesha.

The black sedan car had already rolled into a famous salon in the small town. A man in a wooden style greeted Yumna and Mesha at the door.

"Ola, Madame! Please make my mother beautiful like an artist, ge pe el! understand? Ge pe el! We only have an hour."

Yumna clapped her hands gently.

"The cuz! The cuz! Madame!"

The man called Madame by Yumna earlier, examined Mesha's face.

"This is mah cipirili! The contours of her face and skin are actually eimmmmm!"

"Yes, yes, Madame. Whatever! just don't waste time."

"Akika jambak nih, if the rippong continues!"

Yumna laughed, while Mesha sat obediently in a chair, though he was confused.

After some time, Mesha's makeup and hair were done.

"Hei Yuyu Kangkang, Yey choose dah kebaya for this Yey Mbak!"

"Yes, uh, putty!"

Yumna was silent, amazed by the natural beauty Mesha radiated. Even though the makeup on a woman's face is simple. Quickly he headed to the glass cabinet containing modern kebaya. His hand touched a peach-colored kebaya with a root-patterned mote.

"Here, she!"

Madame and Yumna's eyes widened when they saw Mesha coming out of the dressing room.

"Onde mande, Thursday!"

"Why did Madame suddenly become Minang?" yumna sela.

"Wikah smitten! Beautifully there are star auras, so!"

Yumna smiled widely, without thinking much, the girl immediately carried away Mesha.

"Current bill, ntar ya Madame! I have an important mission first! Bella Ciao!"

"Basic! Habits."

"Subhanallah, which angel is this coming down?" chirp Karman when he sees Mesha getting into the car.

"This is what people realize, don't macem-macem! Come on, hunt to campus, the entrance time of the building is already mepet!" Yumna gently nudged Karman's ear from the chair next to her.

A few minutes later, Karman, who had been summoned to enter the building, preceded Yumna and Mesha. The man ran with a toga draped over his shoulder. This made the two women laugh.

"He's ridiculous like that, ma'am. But that's what's interesting, to me," Yumna said.

"Your choice is not wrong, Dek."

Yumna pulled out the phone from her handbag, she called someone. While Mesha, he looked around the building with an awkward feeling.

"Mas Zay is inside, Ma'am. We're just going in through the reception door."

"OKAY. We're going in now?"

"Next year! Yes now dong, my beautiful Sha Ma'am!"

Yumna walked up to a middle-aged woman, stroked and kissed her back.

"This, Mas Ayangmbeb's mother, Ma'am," Yumna whispered to Mesha.

"Oh ...."

Mesha followed Yumna, stroking and kissing the back of the woman's hand.

"It's really pretty, who is it, Nduk?"

"Mas Zay, Mom."

"Well, his taste is topnotch!"

Prospective in-law Yumna, gently patting Mesha's shoulder.

"Come, comein!"

From a distance, Grisa looked at Mesha with hurt feelings. Father, mother and Mbahkung Zayan, just came in.

"I think you got the invitation, Nduk." Zayan's mother's last words, tore apart the girl's feelings. He turned his face away, hiding tears.

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