Marsha, Bara's
Misadventures

Arriving at the house Marsha handed the damaged cakes to her mother.

"Breaked again, huh?" ask Mira.

"So someone crashed and the cake fell" Marsha replied.

"Where's your bike?" Mira sees her daughter's vehicle not visible on the porch.

"In the workshop, Ma. I'll pick you up in the afternoon, after the shop."

"Why take you, huh?" fresh Candra.

"Yes, it's Pa. Then, I'll take a shower" Marsha went to her room and prepared to go to work.

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Arriving at the store, Mark sees Marsha being ushered in by her papa. He approached her, "Why did Uncle drive Marsha?"

"Motor Marsha entered the workshop," replied Candra.

"Later in the afternoon let me drive Marsha home" Mark said.

"No need, sir. Let me just take an angkot and pick up the bike," subtly push Marsha.

"I'll take you to the workshop" Mark said again.

"Already, Son. You're with Mr. Mark only" said Candra.

"But, Pa..."

"Papa you've allowed it" Mark cut.

"Yes, stop. Later in the afternoon, I went to the workshop with Mr. Mark" said Marsha resigned.

"Then, Papa comes home 'yes!" pamit Candra and Marsha kiss the back of her papa's hand.

"Be careful, Uncle!"

"Yes, Mr. Mark." Papa Marsha is gone.

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In the afternoon, Mark drove Marsha to the workshop. During the trip the woman chose silence.

"Sha's.."

"Yes, sir."

"Do you not want to get married?"

"Huh."

"I'm sorry, if my question is wrong."

"It's okay, Sir. I have no candidate yet," he said.

"What are your criteria?"

"Good, loyal and responsible," Marsha replied smilingly.

"If I sign up to be your future husband, what can I do?"

"Hmm, outside the store you can call me Mark."

"It's disrespectful, sir."

"Custom call me Mark!" emphatically.

"Okay, uh Mark!"

"So dong," the man smiled at Marsha.

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This morning Papa Candra accompanied Marsha to deliver cakes made by his wife. During the trip there were no obstacles at all.

"Pa, tomorrow-tomorrow accompany Marsha again to send cake," he asked when he arrived at home.

"Papa will take the time to deliver the cake with you" Candra promised.

After delivering a cake that became his routine every morning, he went to work.

So until a young mother estimated to be 30 years old approached him and slapped him on the cheek. "What's my fault?"

"Basin' cheap women!" it means in public.

"I don't know what you mean?" Marsha's confused.

Weni approached her friend. "Hey, who are you?" his jolt.

"This friend of yours, has taken my husband!" speak out loud.

"You may be the wrong person" Marsha said holding her cheek.

"You're Marsha Sahara, right?" ask the young lady.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I warn you, don't you dare approach my husband or I'll embarrass you more than this!" threaten her. The woman went and passed.

The people who saw the incident stared cynically at Marsha. "Basic lasher!" partial whispers.

"It's over, everybody!" drive the parking lot. People also leave the place.

Weni led her friend who was still shocked and confused. "Do you know her husband?"

"I'm not close to any man, any husband, any man" Marsha said softly.

Tania who saw the incident earlier, smiled smugly approaching the two. "Rasain got slapped, it's worth it for you!"

"Your mouth can be guarded or not, anyway?" Weni stared furiously.

"Already, Wen!" Marsha.

"I feel so happy today to see him publicly humiliated" Tania laughed. He then left the two women.

"Tania is getting more and more annoying!" furious Weni. "You should have said that!" continued.

"For what? You want us to get fired for serving his unqualified remarks, ", explained Marsha.

"But, his mouth wants me to chopped up with a towel!" weni's growl made Marsha smile.