Married to Janda Kembang
Drama Dinner

After saying goodbye to Melati's parents, Marcel invited Melati to go visit a place to buy a dress that supports their current appearance. Marcel bought a set of dresses and jewelry to Melati, so that the atmosphere of this dinner goes very romantic.

They were heading towards the five-star restaurant Marcel frequented, along with other women.

Melati always held her chest, to cover this very open dress. He felt very embarrassed, because he had never worn clothes that were too revealing like this.

‘Duh .. If it wasn't for being forced on her, wouldn't want me to wear an open dress like this!’ inner Melati, who grumbled in her heart because she was upset by the circumstances.

Marcel glanced at Melati through the rearview mirror before him, then he smiled when he saw Melati who felt like she was upset with him.

‘He must have sprained because I forced earlier! Let alone, it turns out she has a good look if she wears a dress like this!’ inner Marcel who was satisfied, just by looking at Melati wearing clothes that he liked.

They headed towards the restaurant that Marcel had ordered, by phone. It did not take long from where Marcel looked at Melati, they have now arrived at the resto page.

Melati looked confused at the atmosphere of this restaurant, because she had never entered a restaurant as luxurious as this. He felt a rather strange atmosphere, because he had only first come to this place.

They have now arrived at the restaurant. Marcel parked his car in the front lobby of the restaurant, and was greeted by a waiter who was there.

Marcel came down the car intending to open the door for Melati, but Melati who did not know about the ethics, went down to follow Marcel who had already descended from him.

Marcel stepped towards the door next to the steering wheel, with a view he had not noticed at all. He just stepped quickly, until he finally hit Melati and made their heads hit each other.

“Aduh!!” they screamed at the same time, holding their heads that had been hit by each other.

Their views met, making Marcel feel very embarrassed to be noticed by the people who were waiting for them there.

“Okay, how the hell?! Why even get out? I ‘kan want to open the door for lo!” snapped Marcel, who was still rubbing his head which hit quite tight with Melati's head.

While looking at him in confusion, “Oh, Mr Marcel would like to open the door for me? I want Mr. Marcel to go first, so I follow from behind!” said Melati, who made Marcel sigh violently.

‘Duh ... This is a real plain chick, anyway!’ inner Marcel, who felt a little hard to deal with Melati.

Marcel threw his car keys towards the waiter, “Please parkin!” tell him, who immediately pulled Melati's hand to enter the resto.

Melati was very resigned, because Marcel who pulled his arm quite rough, and stepped with a quick step. However, he felt he had to say it, so as not to make another mistake between them.

“Anu, Mr. Marcel ..” call Melati, Marcel glanced cynically at Melati who was walking following her behind him.

“What?!” sardonic Marcel asked, making Melati swallow her saliva so scared with Marcel's expression.

“Do not spit the way, fear later I fall, continue there we are both embarrassed,” said Melati trying to remind Marcel.

Hearing Melati's words that he thought were true, Marcel changed his attitude and walked back with a more relaxed pace than before. He did not want Melati to fall, because he did not want to be the center of attention in this one restaurant.

They entered the door of the resto, with the waiter waiting at the door to open them.

“Melati,” replied Marcel spontaneously, immediately making Melati look surprised to hear it.

“Lho, what's in my name, sir? He said Mr. Marcel would pay for it, why on my behalf? I paid the point?” asked Melati, who was already frightened by hearing Marcel who had ordered a table on his behalf.

Marcel looked at her flatly, thus making Melati a little scared by her current expression.

“Yes, you pay!” marcel said, making Melati look surprised to hear it.

Melati's mind began to drift, because she felt confused by the circumstances. Melati reached into her shabby wallet, and checked the financial situation in the wallet.

Seeing Melati who was checking her wallet, Marcel felt very embarrassed because the waiter was laughing at Melati, even though he just laughed quietly. End of patience Marcel, because he really did not expect, if it turns out that Melati is so innocent without being made up, so successfully made him ride black.

‘Ber-ener must speak the truth if in front of him!’ inner Marcel, who blamed himself, who indeed often spoke of origin in front of Melati.

Ironically, Melati always believed in everything Marcel told her.

Marcel looked towards the waiter, “Please take us to the table that has been ordered!” his door to the waiter, made the waiter nod small to hear him.

“Good, Mr.”

Marcel pulled Melati's arm again, because he was embarrassed by Melati who was still counting the dime he had.

“Eh!” murmured Melati, who was shocked when Marcel pulled his arm back.

They headed towards the table they had ordered. Marcel let go of his hand on Melati's arm, when they had already reached the table that Marcel had ordered earlier.

“Please,” said the waiter.

Marcel pulled out a chair in front of Melati, leaving Melati confused by what Marcel was doing.

“Sit!” tell Marcel carefully, Melati also sat on the chair that Marcel had just pulled.

Melati confusion, because the distance he with the table is still too far.

‘Then this is how do I eat?’ inner Melati, who felt still not getting near the table.

Marcel again sighed deeply, as he felt Melati who seemed to have never eaten in such a luxurious place. He so often sighed, because he saw the behavior of Melati who seemed not to know manners.

“Why? Still far away same table?” asked Marcel, making Melati look behind him to look at Marcel.

“Yes, how do I eat this way, sir?” jasmine asked plainly, Marcel was suddenly embarrassed because again Melati who called him with the title ‘Bapak’ in front of the waiter.

Marcel approached Melati's ear with anger he held, “Don't call me Father! What do you want, I call Grandma in front of the waiter?!”