
Charlotte continued walking and now has arrived at the narrow terrace of Alamanda house on the floor looks full of sandals and shoes. Near the door was a goat whose rope was tied to the foot of a chair occupied by people.
Charlotte, accompanied by Marcel, bends her head at the door of Alamanda's house. Alamanda who was bowed his head did not see Charlotte who was standing looking at the door.
Inside Alamanda's house in the narrow living room was carpeted throughout the room. Chair chairs and tables have been issued on the side of the road and have been occupied by guests.
Inside the living room, Alamanda looks beautiful with white kebaya and also a lacy white veil. Alamanda sat down with his head bowed. To his left and right are his parents. Alamanda's mother also sat down wearing a dark blue kebaya dress. And his father Alamanda sat cross-legged wearing black trousers wearing long-sleeved batik dress dark blue in line with the color of his wife's kebaya dress.
Inside the living room was also sitting cross-legged some men who looked aged. Two men looked to be seventy years old. And there was one middle-aged man about fifty years old, the hair on his head was bald. The man wearing a full suit is Mr. Darman, people often call himself Juragan Darman. Juragan Darmanlah male choice of Alamanda parents who tonight came with his entourage to propose to Alamanda. In front of the group of applicants there are many parcels as well as tray trays containing food that will be handed over to the Alamanda family.
“Now the time has come please Juragan Darman convey the intention of his arrival.” The voice of a man who was about thirty years old seemed to hold a microphone, he was the one who served as the Master of Ceremony. The man then handed over the microphone held to Juragan Darman. Juragan Darman also received the microphone.
“Ehmm Ehmm.” Juragan Darman's voice may have been testing the microphone or testing the sound.
“Thank you, Because my parents and my guardian are old. Then I myself will convey the meaning of my arrival and the group. And just straight away on my main goal to come here, is to propose to the daughter of the father of Irawan's mother, Neng Alamanda, which I will make a wife to...” said Juragan Darman has not finished arriving there is a small child who entered the living room while shouting.
“Can't, I'm Mother Alamanda's son doesn't want to have your father!” charlotte shouted loudly. Alamanda who had been looking down since looked up in shock.
“Hei whose kid is this messing with my application?” juragan asked Darman while looking at Charlotte who was standing not far from the door of Alamanda's house.
“I'm Mother Alamanda's biological child!” charlotte shouted as she stared intently at Juragan Darman.
“Where is possible? Alamanda has never been pregnant.” The voices of the good people inside the living room as well as the people outside. Both of Alamanda's parents looked shocked and panicked.
“Here is possible? I saw Alamanda from the baby until now. Never have I seen Alamanda bunting let alone give birth to a baby.” Said one of the others who was in the living room, he was the one who was used as a witness to the proposal.
“You all do not know, if my Papa has ever bought an egg from Mother Alamanda.” Charlotte's voice again was still in a loud voice. Many people looked confused and confused. Let alone that person, Marcel who was sitting in a snick at the door also looked confused.
“The egg was not placed in the womb of Mother Alamanda, but was placed in the womb of another woman and I was born Charlotte Hanson.” Charlotte said still in a loud voice and lastly she pointed at her own chest with her tiny index finger.
“Al, is it true what it says?” ask Alamanda's parents while looking at Alamanda. And Alamanda who did not like Juragan Darman nodded when asked the truth of Charlotte's words.
“Bigger! I already have a child!” the voice of Juragan Darman was full of emotion.
“I cancel this proposal, I do not want to have a young wife who already has children.” The voice of Juragan Darman with a high tone full of emotion. He immediately got up to his feet and even kicked a few clothes.
“Gan.. But what about our deal?” asked his father Alamanda with a worried tone and facial expression.
“I don't want to know, your debt you have to pay tomorrow morning. Otherwise you pay in full tomorrow morning, I'll confiscate your house!” juragan Darman's voice then he stepped away.
“Mr, Uncle let's go home.” Said Juragan Darman while turning to two old people who had difficulty to get up and were being helped to stand by a group of applicants.
“Bubar! Disband! Disperse all!” yelled Juragan Darman with emotion. The applicant group also walked in the footsteps of Juragan Darman while bringing back the parcels and all the luggage that had been given to Alamanda and his family.
“Excuse me to grab goat.” Say one of the members of the Darman Juragan troupe who will open the rope at the foot of the chair.
“Emmmmmbekkkk” the sound of the goat that even more hidden under the chair. Looks like the goat won't be brought home. After the rope was removed the goat was carried by one of the applicants. The guests disperse while carrying the consumption lunch box that has been shared.
Meanwhile, in the house Alamanda now only live Alamanda family with Marcel and Charlotte. Charlotte was sitting on Alamanda's lap. While Marcel seemed to talk seriously with Mr. Irawan, his father Alamanda.
“Pardon my son who has messed up the event.” Marcel said with great politeness.
“I will compensate for all the losses my son has made. I will also pay your debt at this time so that this house is not confiscated.” Marcel said in a serious tone, then he took the phone out of his pocket and then he rubbed his screen while asking how much they owed Juragan Darman. Marcel immediately transferred to Alamanda's account.
“Thank you Sir, actually I also did not have the heart to match Alamanda with Juragan Darman. But we can not pay our debt debt, Alamanda has worked hard to get money but said Juragan Darman to pay interest alone is still less.” Said his mother Alamanda in a sad tone.
“By the way is this beautiful little girl really my grandson?” ask Mama Alamanda while looking at Charlotte and Alamanda.