Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Chapter 4. LOOKS NORMAL

After Vishnu's death, Dita's life returned to normal. Nothing has changed with his daily routine. After a week of Vishnu's death, Dita now starts college again. Trying to rearrange his life as before.

"You really don't want to take time off back, is it ayu?"

Madam Sekar put both hands on the shoulder of Dita who was combing her hair. Dita smiled stiffly in response to her mother's question. It was obvious that his concerns were displayed, but Dita did not want to be selfish.

"No Ma'am, I should not take any more time off, not nice to the Lecturer who has been kind to me," said Dita with a Javanese accent.

"Yes, already. I can only pray kindness and salvation for you, Nduk."

After combing her hair, Dita took her bag and said goodbye to her mother.

"Thank you, Mom. Dita pamit first. Assalamu'alaikum."

Dita shook her mother's right hand and kissed her afterwards.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

With a private driver, he left for college. Currently Dita majored in interior design at one of the State Universities. Although Dita is famous for being an introvert, but she still has a friend whose name is Rani.

The friend he had since his High School days and the only person who was not afraid when he was close to him. He also took Dita to the market that night, but Rani did not remember if the fortune teller ever warned Dita.

One thing he knows right now is just .. he has to be by Dita's side. She gave me support because her husband had just died.

"Ran, he said Dita today entered the campus again, huh?"

Rani who was engrossed in reading books turned her head towards Tita. "Yes, the guy showed up. Long live, yes."

The views of Dita's class mates were directly pointed forward. From a distance a girl with waist-length straight hair was walking gracefully towards them.

"The unlucky carrier woman, come ..." said they were shameless.

"Yes, here. How not shit, there has not been a day married, her husband is dead," another sneer.

"Hust, what the hell are you guys talking about. Instead of giving support to your friends, eh even as good as jatain ngatain people."

Rani, who hears Dita being bullied by her classmates, now advances at the front to defend her. Similarly, Aldo who has a long time, has a crush on Dita.

"Yes, you should take care of your mouth, because your words can make Dita's mental down."

"Here, tell me you have a crush on Dita, it's aja pake denouncing us. Basic one server Lu same Rani."

Rani who was about to advance back was immediately detained by Aldo, because Mr. Lecturer was on his way to their class. Their attention seemed to turn to the male lecturer who had just arrived.

"Such a handsome, bye. That's our new lecturer? Mr. Sandi's replacement on marriage leave, right?"

"Yes, lah. This is one of the reasons why I take design classes. In addition to talent, one of them is the row of lecturers who are handsome to be our teachers."

"Huuu ..." The mood of the class became boisterous.

Not long after the crowded atmosphere had become 'anyep' when Dita was sitting in her chair. The smell of jasmine flowers typical of Dita perfume burst into the classroom. However, only Dita did not smell the scent.

"Merinding, woi ..." whispered one of the students.

Since Vishnu's death, there has been no other scent that he smelled except the smell of carnation. Lucky only Dita kissed him. The curious Dita whispered to Rani.

"Gue stinks, huh?"

Dita shook her head, then she asked again.

"Seriously, you don't smell like that?"

"No, seriously you stink of jasmine flowers, beautiful."

Rani who knew Dita was fretting immediately rubbed Dita's hand, so she calmed down. Only Rani and Aldo faithfully support her this time. Another case with Dita's friends in her class who are hobbyists make fun of her.

"Wid you have entered, ye?"

"Yes dong, she's a rich widow now."

"Well, Dita means mad woman's treasure yes, wkwkwk ...."

"Rubber!"

Just entered, there are many names that are not comfortable in Dita's ears. He also cared about his hearing this time so that he would not be provoked by his emotions. He was afraid that if he was angry something strange would happen to his friend.

Somehow the shadow of Vishnu who had died tragically is always imagined in Dita's memory. Not to mention the smell of rancid that is always on his body.

Humiliated, always underestimated, it was common for him to go through. Although she was beautiful, but many saw her with a strange look because she thought Dita was full of mystical aura.

Even so, Dita never took heart. He never wanted to interfere in the affairs of others, because he also did not want others to enter into his life.

"Dit, you patient Lu. Don't take heart."

"Please calm down, Ran. You know for yourself, right. How am I?"

Dita smiled at Rani. He also stroked his chest quietly. Rani forgets that Dita is a tough woman. The education of his extended family, able to make Dita different from ordinary women.

Perhaps his fate would have been different if he had been born from an ordinary family. Were it not for his family's rules, he would also never have been willing to marry Vishnu, the chosen mate of his parents.

Born as a daughter of a noble family, Dita makes life full of pressure. Cultural order, strict customs, all the rules that he did since childhood sometimes make Dita jealous of the lives of his peers.

In fact, sometimes because of that, he rarely had any friends. No one dared to approach him, making Dita already accustomed to living alone. Having a friend like Rani is a blessing to her.

Aldo stared at him from a distance. He wanted to hug and support Dita. However, his intention was undo because he is still in the iddah period. It would be inappropriate if he immediately appeared and approached Dita.

"Hopefully after this, you will open your heart to me, Dita. Although I am not as rich as Vishnu, but I am able to accompany you in every situation."

Meanwhile, Dita briefly turned to Aldo who continued to look at her from a distance.

"I hope you stay away from me, Aldo. I don't want anything to happen to you after this" muttered Dita who immediately returned her gaze to the front.

"Woi, daydream. Already, just focus on the same material presented by Mr. Stef in front!" tegur Agus Aldo's next-door friend.

What Dita is doing right now is not a mistake, but just an anticipation of fate that she has not been able to touch. Is it wrong for Dita to be in position this time?

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