Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Chapter 81. FIRST DAY

The gripping night is now over. The morning sun had revealed its golden glow. Replacing the full moon.

The figure of the beautiful girl was still lying on the bed. While Bisma has mingled with her family members in the dining room.

"Pardon Dita, yes Bhishma, it should be Dita who serves you, but this is the opposite" said Mrs Sekar while looking down.

"It's okay, ma'am, the most important thing is that we love each other."

Mrs Sekar and Mr. Handoko looked at each other and smiled at the besan and his daughter-in-law.

"Thank you, my dear Bhishma has accepted Dita's shortcomings."

"Together, Mom."

In order to ward off the tension between them, Mr. Handoko asks about Bhishma's plan after marriage.

"Oh, yeah. After this is your plan after marriage, how's Nak Bhishma?"

"If it's possible after a spell, maybe I immediately invite Dita to Bali. It just so happened that there was a plan to celebrate the opening of a new hotel belonging to a business associate and I got an official invitation from him."

"Thank God, then, let's have a honeymoon, won't Buk?"

"That's fine, ha ha ha ...."

After a long conversation, Bisma prepared a complete rice plate with side dishes and a glass of milk. Everything was neatly arranged on the tray and Bisma intended to bring the breakfast to Dita's room.

"Let me prepare breakfast for Dita, my Lady of Bisma," prevented Lady Sekar as she walked away.

"No need, Mom. Let me bring this breakfast for him."

"But this is inappropriate."

"As long as one partner needs it, I think things like this are very natural to do, so I don't have to be condoned."

"Let him, Jeng. Shouldn't the husband and wife help each other and love each other. If one is sick, isn't it our partner who hast been caring?"

Mrs Sekar was ashamed of the subtle innuendo of the iron.

"I-iya already, watch out my Bhishma."

Bhishma smiled and said goodbye to everyone.

"Sorry, Bisma went to the room first Father, Mother."

"Yes." Yeah."

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The chirping of birds in the morning, finally able to make Dita wake up from a very comfortable sleep. However, when his hand touched the side of his bed he felt awkward.

Just look at his eyes wide open. He spread his eyes around the area.

"Why so lonely? Did something happen to Mas Bhishma?"

He hurriedly got out of his bed. Now she walked to the window of the room, trying to find her husband, but there was no Bhishma. Dita lowered her gaze. His face changed. Instantly bad thoughts hit Dita's mind at this time.

"Has Bhishma also died?" muttered.

Moments later, the door was knocked, then opened. Bisma came from the door with a sweet smile.

"Wake up, Dek?"

"Have-been, Mas. Where's my bisma from?"

Bisma smiled when she realized that Dita was worried about her. He approached his wife with a tray.

"It's breakfast for you."

When Dita's cheeks flushed red, she was really embarrassed by her current state. She should serve her husband, not the other way around.

"Why am I even troublesome Mas Bhishma, I should serve Mas."

"It's the same, the most important thing is that we're still together."

Deg.

Bisma speech as if making Dita's heartbeat stop. Like a satire that makes Dita more cornered. Instantly the look on Dita's face became sad. Bhishma feels misbehaved with the current situation.

"I'm sorry for what I just said, Dek. Not to hurt your heart."

"It's okay, Mom. It's true anyway. But I'm happy, Mas is still with me at the moment."

"God's love is not just for now, but forever, Deck."

"Aamiin," they said at the same time.

To dilute the situation, Bhishma began to talk back.

"Have you taken a shower?"

"Sorry, I haven't, Dita stinks huh?"

Bisma chuckles at the innocence of his wife.

"No, you should take a shower first, not good with mom and dad. They want to see you too."

"Yes, Mas. Let me take a shower."

Bisma nodded then reminded Dita to eat the breakfast she had prepared.

"Don't forget the breakfast I brought, Dek."

"Ready, Mas."

Dita who hurriedly just grabbed the towel that she used to hang on the wall of the room. The bisma who saw it was getting happier.

"Is this what it's like to fall in love after marriage? Thank you, I've arranged for me with Anindita."

After Dita entered the bathroom, Bisma's phone rang. He immediately took his phone out of his pocket. Not forgetting he walked out of the room so as not to disturb his wife.

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The Residence of Grandma Romlah.

Danu looks like she's packed her clothes. Since returning from Dita's house, he hasn't spoken at all. It may be painful to realize that his first love has been coupled with the choice of both parents.

"I want to go back to the Capital."

Grandma Romlah can only stroke his chest.

"If that's what's best for you, then do it. Maybe this is best for you."

"Can I come back after this?"

"Of course you can, why not?"

Grandma Romlah was very careful when talking to her granddaughter. He did not want to make the wound in his grandson's heart go deeper.

"Hopefully after this you can find your true love, Aamiin."

Maybe this is what is called true love. Although their common thread had been cut off but God still gave him a chance to be able to meet again, although in the end still could not be together.

"I'm sorry I had to leave you. If God permits, hopefully someday we can meet again."

Danu looked softly towards the village where Dita lived. Danu was deliberately asking the motorcycle taxi driver to go through Dita's house. For some reason it felt so heavy when forced to leave the village. Perhaps it was because the taste in his heart was still left behind, so there was no turning back.

"If you knew how I felt, maybe none of this would be like this."

When Danu was enjoying his last atmosphere in the village and mengikhlaskan feelings, the ojeker even messed up his daydream.

"Not yet, Mom. I have to pull again, lo."

Let's just say Danu doesn't feel good. So that he followed the request of the taxi driver. It turns out that the motorcycle taxi driver who was riding by Danu was chasing deposits.

That's why he won't stay there for long. Though that was not what was in his mind, because cold sweat suddenly poured on the brow of the motorcycle taxi driver.

"Excuse me-excuse me, Mbah. I don't want to interrupt, it's just that I was asked by the man behind this to drive him here."

From a distance clearly visible, the woman who was with Bhishma was not Dita but an old grandmother who had sharp eyes. Both of his eyes seemed unwilling if there were humans who dared to look at him.

As the ojeker looked towards Dita's house. At the same time the grandmother looked at him with a sharp look.

Fear was clearly visible inside the taximan's face, so he immediately played his gas and drove away from the area of Dita's house. Danu who does not know anything now can only resign.