Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Chapter 46. WHO IS HE
No matter how Dita refuses, the result will remain the same. Being a woman cannot refuse a match that has been arranged by her parents.
"Dita, why are you so dumb?"
Madam Sekar approached her daughter who was still silent in front of the makeup mirror. Ayu Dita's face looked gloomy at this moment. The strict guarding of his father made Dita's freedom as constrained.
Madam Sekar patted her shoulder slowly, making Dita jerked.
"Mother, w-what's wrong?"
"After Yudhishthira, he said he had made a promise with you."
"But, Mom-"
"It's not good to make a future husband wait a long time."
"Why do you have to be seized, Mom?"
"As a dutiful daughter, you must obey all the wills of Father and Mother. After all just by remarrying, at least your status will no longer be a widow, right?"
"Ja-so just because of that?"
Both eyes are already glazed. Maybe in a moment his crying broke.
"Maybe so, but I'm sure, this is the best thing for you. Someday you'll know if all this I'm doing is for the good of your heart."
"Here you go, how else would I refuse, it won't mean anything to you either!"
Dita who was already upset stood up and immediately left. But no matter how angry Dita, he remains alone with Madam Sekar. Seeing her daughter in a difficult situation, making Lady Sekar can only stroke her chest. A moment later, Dita immediately followed her daughter forward.
Judith rose from her seat. He welcomed Dita's arrival with a sweet smile towards her. However, it does not touch the heart of Dita or feel special.
"Good morning, Dita?"
"Good morning."
"Are you ready to go out?" ask Judis with a view that never passes from Dita.
Dita nodded her sign in agreement without having to say a word. Although Dita's attitude was cold, Judis could understand that. How much rejection from Dita, it did not make Judis feel afraid or intend to retreat.
Dita's beauty since the beginning of her meeting has made Judis like her. Somehow he felt very suitable if Dita could stand next to him later. Moreover, all the criteria of the ideal woman of the version of Yudhishthira can be found in Dita.
"Then we say goodbye, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikum salam. Careful, yeah."
Yudistira nodded, a moment later the two immediately stepped away towards the car. As planned, Yudis will bring Dita to do the fitting of the wedding dress.
So that the atmosphere is not awkward, Yudistira turned on the music mp3. Coincidentally the song played Dita's favorite song.
"At least it's better, than I'm getting breathless" Dita said in her heart.
It feels like he can die of lice if he has been holding back from talking, because in fact Dita people are crowded and like to joke. It's just that Dita can't immediately get along with new people.
"We, what semester did you go to college?" ask Yudistira to start a conversation.
"Semester three," answered Dita briefly.
"What college?"
"Architect."
"Oh."
Yudistira mangosteen responded to Dita's words.
"Every day PP goes to his college?"
"Yes, why? Is something wrong?"
"Bu-not so. It's just that the distance of campus to your home is so far away, isn't it tired?"
"As you can see, I'm ordinary."
Dita's tone of voice sounded dislike if Yudishthira scraped all the information about her.
"We're sorry if I tried to get close to you, but this thing I did because soon we're going to be husband and wife."
Vishnu's views have not changed at all, only Dita who feels this is not a good thing does not like the direction of this conversation.
"Feel in on you, Mom. Who said I wanted to be your wife!"
Sontak Dita turned towards Yudishthira.
"But you didn't tell me that?"
Yudhishthira did not respond to Dita's words, but heed the direction of his vehicle. The one who felt neglected was getting angry. He pursed his lips in annoyance.
"Basically all men are the same, no one is sensitive at all!" Dita looks grumbling.
Moments later, the car they were driving had already arrived at the boutique. Yudistira asked Dita to come down.
"Let's get off!"
"No, I'm going down."
Judith did not go down, but she attacked Dita. He brought his face closer to Dita as if he wanted to kiss her. Of course Dita dodged. He leaned himself to the side.
"Well, what are you, Mom?"
"You think?" said Judis while raising his eyebrows.
The smell of mint breath from his mouth until it smelled from Dita's seat.
"So far away, or I'm yelling!"
"OK, okay. I won't do anything about you, anyway. I just want to help you get off your seat belt, really."
"Babelle!"
But that way turned out to be able to make Dita obey the words of Yudishthira to go out and enter the boutique.
"Welcome, Mr. Yudis, Miss Dita," welcome the salespeople to the boutique.
"Morning."
Dita just smiled while looking down. There was admiration tucked in Dita's heart for Judithira.
"Actually who, is he?" batin Dita's.
"Why do all employees seem to respect this man?"
I feel uncomfortable with the current situation. As she almost reached the bridal dress, a pat on Dita's shoulder surprised her.
"We, let's go in and pick a dress that suits you," Judis asked.
Dita nodded then followed where Judis was going.
"Sir, here are some clothes we've prepared for you."
The line of several employees carrying wedding dresses made Dita stunned, the number was more than five people and almost all the dresses carried by them were nice.
"Hm, try that gold-colored dress bring it here, Ma'am!"
One of the employees approached Judis in a very beautiful dress.
"Let's try this one first, Dit. You'll look so beautiful."
Yudistira accompanied Dita to the dressing room, gladly he was willing to stand guard in front of the dressing room.
"Why are you, Mas?" tanya Dita was frightened because Judis seemed to want to enter.
"I'm also standing in front, you're going in!"
Confiscated as soon as possible into the dressing room, but just entered, the lights in the dressing room suddenly died, making Dita scream hysterically.
"Nrank ....."
Judis looked over and tried to go inside. But the door of the room could not be opened and locked automatically.
"We, stay inside, I'll help you!" yudistira shouted in panic.
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