MELODY OF LOVE: Arrived Marriage
Kazehaya Residence
Along the way to Grandpa Wijaya's house, Melody was silent, struggling with her thoughts. Many questions came to his mind. Curiosity also haunted his mind. Are you curious about who he wants to marry?
"I'll meet him soon. Meet my future husband. Damn my heart beats erratically. God, is this really the decision I made? Will everything be okay? I hope there won't be any problems ahead of me."
Is the man the prince he wants or maybe the other way around? I don't know, his mind can't look that far. Imagining the face of the man alone he did not even have to describe his character.
"What is this again? Why am I like this? I just don't think I can calm down. My appearance is so horrible! Shit, today was so bad!"
Melody cursed herself who always woke up. Why couldn't he wake up earlier so he could prepare everything first? Laziness always wins the war.
Many times he tried to fight it, but still he was unable to. Like this time, if he had woken up earlier, he could have cleaned himself up first. It's a shame with a shabby look to have to meet prospective in-laws, grandfather-in-laws, and of course potential fiancees.
Melody looked at herself, a shabby nightgown, the hair of a lion, and worse, she had not taken a bath at all. If he smelled himself, it was certain he would smell the sour smell from his body.
But he was lucky enough that this morning he rubbed his teeth and washed his face. At least his face still looks radiant and not kuel.
"Sir, do you have a hairbrush? Emm, my hair is a mess. Can I borrow it?" Ask Melody carefully.
Aron lends Melody the hair comb she always carries. Melody quickly straightened her hair. His long hair he combed, then he took off the rubber band he wore on his left hand and used it to tie his horse hair, as he usually does. Not to forget also Melody tidied up her nightgown so it looks neat.
Well, not so much to change his clothes, it's just that it's much better than his clothes before he tidied up.
Melody made sure of herself, meeting the family of her future fiance with a nightgown and ponytail hair.
Added another one that almost made Melody want to yell resentfully at herself. Why can he wear flip-flops? Different colors right and left! Though he was not a rich man, he also had a pair of high heels.
"Of all the days, why is this carelessness happening today? The day I visited my future husband's residence. Huwa, I don't want to! I want to go home! Somebody help me!"
Melody again muttered indistinctly. How could he be so stupid? How did he not realize that the flip-flops he was wearing on the left were his and the right was his mother's?
Not only careless, Melody also realized that she was really careless and stupid. He repeatedly stomped his feet in annoyance.
But how else, it's all useless. He had arrived in front of Grandpa Wijaya's house. Must be ready to meet with Grandpa Wijaya and his future fiancee.
"Crazy! The gate is very high! Is this really in Tokyo? There is a courtyard this size in a metropolis filled with concrete! Grandpa Wijaya must be very rich! The price of my gate tralis iron may be more expensive than my house. I didn't expect to have this kind of experience..."
Melody was afflicted with unusual admiration. His feelings are mixed. He himself could not judge a more dominant maba.
"Ah? Oh, yeah.."
With a long sigh, Melody got down from the car. First setting foot in front of Grandpa Wijaya's house, Melody realized that Grandpa Wijaya's house was really big and luxurious. This is not a house, rather it can be called a palace.
"WAH.. Is this really Grandpa's house? Is this a house or a palace? It's really grand and it's huge. Many people are dressed in black suits with white shirt interiors. Are they all bodyguards? A watchman? A bodyguard? Like the mafia that I watched on television. Grandpa's yard is also very spacious, there is a park with a shower in the middle. There are statues decorating the garden of the house. Grandfather's house was indeed very large, even two-story. Lots of lights here.. What money did Grandpa spend to pay for all this? I don't think my mom's salary a month would be enough to just pay for this big house." Inner Melody was amazed as she was about to enter Grandpa Wijaya's house.
The unusual look of Melody invited the attention of all the servants of Grandpa Wijaya's house who saw it. They were whispering indistinctly, some even holding him back from laughing.
Melody realized, she felt ashamed. "I guess I laughed at my flip-flops of this different color? Haiiisshh, what a shame. Basic Melody is sloppy!" The batteries.
"Let's Miss, please come in! The Great Lord is already waiting for Miss in the living room." Aron said disperse Melody's daydream.
"Okay, Mr. Aron.."
Melody followed Aron towards Grandpa Wijaya's living room. The road to the living room is quite far away. Maybe because of the vastness of Grandpa Wijaya's house. Inside the house, Melody also saw the female servants who were busy cleaning the luxurious jars in the house. Melody was again amazed.
"Little jars are very expensive, these are many types of jars from large to small. Beautiful and beautiful. Isn't that a Chinese-made urn? That one's from Italy? Wait, that's a famous painter's painting, right? Miura Sai's work? I've seen it in magazines. Isn't that the only thing in the world? And it turns out that the painting belonged to Grandpa Wijaya? Haah, it looks like this house is full of treasures. Sugoiii." Inner Melody who is still amazed by the furniture at Grandpa Wijaya's house.
Sugoi: Great
"Melody.." Call Grandpa Wijaya.
Hearing her name being called, Melody turned her head towards the source of the voice.
It turned out that the one who called him was Grandpa Wijaya who was sitting on a luxurious chair. Next to Grandpa Wijaya, Melody also saw a grandmother, whom Melody believed to be Grandpa Wijaya's wife. In another chair a graceful woman was seen staring at him.
"Please Miss!" Aron said and left Melody because he felt his task was done.
Melody's dead flea.
All the eyes in the living room turned to him. It's like intimidating his arrival. It's like looking at it like some unneeded piece of trash.
"It's just my feeling, right? Why do they look so scary? I'm not gonna get killed, am I?"