Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Chapter 85. PLANS FOR BISMA

Feeling that Bisma was still alive made the Yudishthira family angry.

"How can the boy be alive while our son is dead on the first night!" judistira's mother did not accept it.

Mr. Bagas wanted to see evidence of one of his confidants' remarks. Therefore, they directly summoned Darso to the meeting room specifically.

"What are you saying is true, Darso!"

"That's fine, sir. I just found Miss Dita and Mr. Bhishma walking around on a plantation. They look so friendly right now."

"She heard it for herself, didn't she?"

"Show me the evidence you have now!"

"Good, Sir."

Not long after, Darso pulled out his cell phone. Then it didn't take him long, he handed it to the Great Lord Bagas.

So murkuranya, Mr. Bagas saw it. From his expression he could clearly see how he felt wrath at the humiliation the Handoko Family had put on him.

"Well, then I have to make a calculation with the Handoko Family! How dare they play the good name of the Raden Bagas family. There hasn't been a year of her husband's death, and she's dared to marry again without our blessing!"

Mr. Bagas' booming voice made the entire meeting room uncomfortable.

Yudishthira's father, too, did not accept this. He did not expect if his only son became a victim for the family.

"I'm pretty sure that the Handoko Family covered up her rottenness by pawning her daughter's happiness?" mother of Yudistira.

"His words were not made into a collision, but what was this? Is this just nonsense to save his daughter who is the unlucky bearer?"

"If it's true like that, shouldn't we just take it to Mbah Darto, sir?"

"What do you mean, ma'am?"

"Oh my goodness, Father. She was talking seriously and didn't even understand!"

Yudistira's mother was furious with the attitude of her husband who was a business expert but always not good at strategy.

"Already, you just follow the game from mom!" he said full of confidence.

Not long after that he called one of his house assistants.

"Dijah ... Colored!"

It was seen a woman in her thirties galloping towards him. It seemed like he wanted a report about his work that had been sorted out, but it had not yet happened, he had already been summoned by his Great Mistress.

"Falem, Mom."

"Here!" Yudistira's mother waved to her domestic assistant to approach her.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Look, I have a wish, and you must have a solution."

Sewn eyebrows are interlocked with each other. He did not understand the intentions of his Great Madam's heart.

"Your job is done?"

"It's the Madam."

"If you're coming, change your clothes and take me to Mbah Darto's house!"

"Ha-ah, go to Mbah Darto?"

"Why did Madam take me there? Is something wrong here?" gumam Colored.

"Have not been a lot of dumbass, quickly change your clothes now! Just follow along and bother!"

"Ba-nice Madam," replied Seen a wave.

He did not expect that his great madam would do this.

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His co-workers who saw it were so astonished that Dijah suddenly changed clothes.

"Where are you going to get colonized? Why so neat?"

Sejah turned his head, "The big lady took me out, don't poke!" he said as it passed.

It turned out that his employer was waiting for Dijah in the car, he immediately told him to enter without asking first.

"Wait to be Seized? Do I need to open the door for you?"

"Eh, it's okay, ma'am."

After getting into a car, he immediately told his driver to walk.

"Pak Parman fast walk!"

"Okay, Madam."

Finally a long journey was ready. Meanwhile, along the journey of the Colonized still wondered about the intentions and goals of his current employer.

Not forgetting occasionally Mother Yudistira asked the route that will be passed at this time, because the memorized residence of Mbah Darno is only the Colonized.

Three hours later.

Now the car driven by Yudistira's mother had reached a forest rim. More precisely, in front of him is now seen a mountain that is very sacred by some residents around. Incidentally the residence of Mbah Darno was located on the slopes of the mountain.

To reach his residence, he had to ride an ojek to arrive, because the road after this can only be reached in two ways, namely by motorbike, or on foot. Yudishthira's mother would certainly not want to be told to walk.

"Stop right here! Just wait here, yeah. Let me and Colored ride the ojek after this!"

"Okay, Madam."

Mr. Parman also did not dare to ask the purpose of his great mistress coming to a place like this. He could only hold his question in his heart.

Not so long later they had ridden two motorbikes. Colored who had booked them before her employer got out of the car.

"The house of Mbah Darno yes, sir!" judistira's mother told her carpenter.

"Okay, Madam!"

Not more than twenty minutes later, they had finally reached a house or an old hut.

"Here's the money, change it all the time! But remember, don't leave before we get out of the house" the employer said, pointing to an old hut.

"Okay, thank you, ma'am."

The house they visited looked very ordinary from the outside, even impressed like a rickety hut that was not maintained. But that's the entrance to Mbah Darno's house, because it's not the real house.

If the guests have entered from the front door, then there will be a small door that connects with the real house in the hut.

Instantly the body of the colonized goosebumps when entering the house that actually belongs to Mbah Darno. How not, in front of him now there is a table offering containing the head of a buffalo and some flowers of various colors and types, complete with the needs of offerings there.

The smell of frankincense is very piercing the sense of smell. Not to mention the scent of cemani chicken blood that is also presented in front of there, making anyone will be nauseous if they smell it. Even so, the master of the Colonized as if not disturbed by it, another case with the Colonized who already wanted to vomit but he was resistant.

Seeing that there was no figure he was looking for, Yudhishthira's mother sat down. Both of his hands were cupped forward, with both eyes closed while his mouth was kamit. It is as if you are worshiping something that is invisible. The same thing was done by the colonists.

"Sugeng noon, Mbah Darno. Kulo ngaturaken salam salam kangge. Kulo sowan mriki ajenge nyuwun pitulungan saking panjengan, amargi kulo didamel wirang kaleh tiyan lintu."

A moment later, a smoke billowed from behind the sajen table. From the puff of smoke appeared an old man wearing iket on his head. The man had a white beard and mustache and he wore traditional Javanese clothing. Look at his sharp eyes.

"I already know your wish, but I ask you to prepare a dowry complete with sajennya!"

"Good, Mbah!"

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