My Crazy Roommate's
Dowry

"This is his house, boss" pointed Amir at a minimalist but elegant house. It is actually too luxurious for a family with the income of a husband who is just a shackle worker.

"Did they get a surprise from a television program?" ask Amir while looking at the house that is enough for the 3 people to live with the nephew because they can not have children.

"Seeing from the quality of the workmanship, it is impossible for the 'Surgical' program to build as good as this" said Amir knocking on the solid-sounding wall.

I nodded my head in agreement with the analysis of my aide.

"You who? what are you doing in my house?" solot a middle-aged woman who came out of the house when she saw us looking at the quality of the building she lived in.

"Eh. Excuse me ma'am, sorry. We're.."

"Yesterday I told you the day after tomorrow we just got the money. Time to not believe?" the woman was still in a polishing mode cutting Amir's speech.

Does he think we're debt collectors?

Heh. Let me guess. The money that father gave as compensation for giving up his nephew they must have used to build this house. And for the cost of care as well as the cost of living a day they must have borrowed from illegal financial institutions.

"Who's mom?" reprimand a man in his 50s wearing a dapper look with misty hair out of the house.

"It dep collector on dateng again. Where are you going?" said the woman ended the question because the appearance of the man was in stark contrast to him who was only wrapped in a negligee with a hair roll attached to the forehead and hair tied the origin.

"There's an important miting. Udah, I go first yes" said the man while whistling waltzing away not caring about his wife who was facing 2 men.

"Miting what a cement barber, huh. Instead of helping the wife of the counterintuitor even delicious to go" hardik woman swiped next to her husband's ears regardless of our existence"

"Adudamud.mom. Husband wants to work instead of in do'a in let selamet, even dikelakain" said the man.

"You want me to swear you're wretched on the road, huh? I know you don't want to work, but meet a gatel girl. Herein money. It's good money sent by my niece dipake jajanin gatel chick" continued the wife.

Millie sends them money often. It was only fitting that he was always short of money with his profession that of a general practitioner. My guess.

Kasian my future wife.

From a very young age, always working for someone else.

"Ekhem. sorry, ladies. Can we talk inside?" Amir interrupted the husband-and-wife debate.

"Delivered tomorrow the day after we pay it"

"Sorry, we're not debt collectors, ma'am" cut Amir off who was careless with the woman's shrill voice.

Finally they let us in with a riled expression of the husband. While his wife does not stop squeaking grumbling because of her husband's behavior.

"Kayak who knows his face yes, sir" again the woman cut off Amir's words while pointing at me with her gaze.

"Ehe. So gini, ma'am.."

"This father who has come here gives a lot of money, right? add handsome abis plastic surgery" enthusiastic woman when realizing my face similar to the face of the father.

Amir seemed to run out of patience because it was not touched earlier.

"The boss who talks. Assume I don't exist" muttered Amir complaining.

"That's a baperan" I said.

"I'm here to propose to Millie, the niece of my father and mother. If you and mom accept my proposal for Millie" I said directly without saying stale.

"What's? proposing Millie? but.."

"Mom don't worry. We've known each other for a long time, and I promise to make Millie happy" I promise.

The couple then looked at each other. I don't know, maybe they were communicating via telepathy because the two nodded at each other after a while looking at each other with alternating furrowed eyebrows.

"How much dowry?" the words came straight out of the woman's mouth.

"For dowry problems, parents and fathers do not worry. I'll give Millie a dowry" I replied steadily, but made their expressions look offended.

"Cock for Millie? He if you have been married to you is your responsibility to make a living. We who have worked hard to raise it from childhood, when adults want to be taken? is it cheap to take care of kids huh?" the woman's cerocos with her sponges.

I only smiled at the smile of hearing his haughty words.

"Didn't mom's niece sell to a pimp?" I don't take it if they claim to have raised Millie with great difficulty.

"What about the man whose face looks like mine, didn't he give a large enough sum of money to redeem Millie from the pimp's grip?" I check them out.

"I told you we've known each other for a long time. And that's when he was just adopted by a pimp from the orphanage" I continued, making them clench their mouths in a meeting.

"For the monthly money issue that Millie sent you, let me take over" my last words made them sigh in relief.

Hid

The human being does not know himself