False Princess Reincarnation Set the World
Buying Traditional Herbal Ingredients
Mrs Robi’ah is very worried.
There was only one male heir for three generations in the Candra Family. Although Vijaya Candra was the fifth child, all of her other siblings were sisters. However, Vijaya Candra spends every day worshipping and practicing certain tirakad. He was afraid that the line of the Candra Family would end up in his hands.
Robi’ah is not afraid of her not wanting to get married, because marriage itself is the sunnah of the Apostle. He was just afraid of his idealism in finding a partner too high. Because in this age, women who are blind, mute, deaf, or with complete disabilities for sins are very rare.
Even if there are and meet, but not in his productive period. Then it's the same.
Wijaya Candra moved the tasbih in her hand while a long tassel fell from her sleeve. “No!"
"You really don't have one, or are you just pretending?"
"I really don't have one."
Mrs Robi’ah continued, “Your mother and I are not closed-minded. We do not need to use marriage alliances to strengthen our status in the country, given our reputation. Oh, Wijaya! If you have someone you like in your heart, you have to tell me, okay? I have no other requirements. It would be fine even if the person had some flaws! It will be fine as long as he knows how to hide under the roof when it rains!”
At this point, Madam Robi’ah would accept it even if she married a fool! Are the requirements still not low enough?
Why until now there is no news about the relationship of Wijaya Candra? She was 23 years old now, so how much longer would she still want to procrastinate?
The image agreed. “As long as you are willing to give us her name, your grandmother and I will immediately submit a proposal on your behalf! We will not have a second opinion at all!”
Wijaya Candra answered with a question, “Bu, Grandma, do you think all you have in life is to get married, have children, then marry children to have grandchildren, and repeat the cycle until the end of life?”
What does it mean to have a routine life like this?
Instead of believing in love, believe in yourself. At least he could build a business empire for himself.
Wijaya Candra was used to standing at the top with everything in her grasp. It's not that he should get married and have children in his life.
Madam Robi’ah was silent for a while before she continued speaking, “Wijaya, if you do not want to do it yourself, then I will do it for you! Whatever the case may be, I need to see you get married and have kids while I'm alive. Or else, I won't be able to rest in peace when I'm six feet underground.”
Wijaya Candra slightly furrowed her brows.
Noticing the change in Wijaya Candra's expression, Madam Robi’ah immediately pressed her right hand to her chest. “I can't breathe! It's suffocating! I'm dying!”
The image immediately ran and helped prop up Mrs Robi’ah with one hand and patted Madam Robi’ah's back with the other hand. "Mother! Mama! What's wrong with you? Are you all right? You're scaring me!"
After saying that, Citra looked towards Wijaya Candra. “See what you have done! You have angered your grandmother! Mother, don't be angry. Worry not! Wijaya is a wise boy, he will definitely obey your wishes.”
"Let me take you upstairs so you can rest."
They communicated without pause so Vijaya Candra had no chance to refute.
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On the other hand in a traditional Indonesian herbalist shop, Gayatri gave the recipe she wrote to the store owner.
The owner received the prescription and glanced at Gayatri while saying, "Miss, is this recipe of yours used to treat blood deficiency and malaria?"
"Yes." Yeah." Gayatri nodded.
The owner considered the information for a moment. “Can I trouble you to write down the phone number or address of this ancient Indonesian traditional medicine practitioner?”
He can tell that an experienced practitioner of traditional Indonesian medicine wrote the recipe just by taking a quick look at it. In addition, his handwriting was also profound.
"Young girl, stop joking." Owner smiled.
Traditional Indonesian medicine is a field that requires a broad mix of knowledge and culture. It is simply impossible for one to know it all without spending decades practicing it.
The young girl seemed to be only around 17 17 years old.
Moreover, young people today were too skilled at making blind guesses as if they were very knowledgeable.
Fatmawati spoke from the side, “Master, I am the patient, and she is my daughter. He actually wrote this recipe.”
"Is that so?" Realizing how serious Fatmawati was, the owner narrowed his eyes.
"Yes!" Fatmawati.
The owner hesitated for a moment before he said, "So, young girl, will you leave your phone number for me?"
"certain."
Gayatri nodded. Later, the store owner gave Gayatri a pen and paper.
Gayatri lowered her head to write. “My name is Gayatri, and I don't have a phone. This number belongs to my uncle. You can call my uncle if you want to contact me.”
He was convinced that the original owner of his body had a phone. However, all of those items belonged to the Buana Family. Gayatri didn't bring anything with her when she left.
After saying that, Gayatri returned the paper to the store owner.
The owner received the paper and was stunned for a moment. He realized that the handwriting on the paper was exactly the same as the one on the recipe!
A series of numbers followed after two gracefully written words, 'Gayatri.’
Could it be that the young girl was so talented that she was an expert in traditional Indonesian medicine at such a young age?
The owner suppressed the doubts that were in his heart and began to split the medicinal herbs for Gayatri. He filled it with two large bags. "Young girl, the total cost is 5 million."
“Why is it so expensive?” fatmawati asked in surprise.
5 million! That's over two months of his pay!
The owner smiled and replied, “Nona, there are two kinds of precious medicinal herbs in your recipe. Total price 5 million is actually discount price.”
5 Million is considered a discount price? Isn't that too expensive!
Fatmawati was surprised, so she hurriedly pulled up Gayatri's sleeve and said, “Don't take the medicine anymore! The gayatri! Let's go home! I'm still healthy, so I don't need to take any medication. I'll be fine after resting for a few days.”
"It's okay if you don't want it." The shopkeeper took back the medicine.
Gayatri patted Fatmawati's hand, smiling as she turned to look towards the shopkeeper. “Mom should take her medicine, boss! Here's the money.” As Gayatri spoke, she took the money out of her pocket and gave it to the store owner.
The store owner iyu put money into the money counting machine, right at 5 million rupiah. He could not help but glance at Gayatri while thinking to himself how the young girl was so accurate that the money he gave her was exactly 5 million rupiah without even counting it.
Meanwhile, Fatmawati must have felt very guilty. "I'm fine, Gayatri!" He could only make 5 million rupiah after working for two whole months.