My Life is Difficult
Discernment

"How old are you?" I stared at the gray-hooded girl who had just entered from the door. My apartment door.

He was immediately silent in place. Staring at me for a moment and then looking down at the position of his feet. Scrimmage. The fear? Or what? You village girl!

Pshaw! I don't like female models like this. Too innocent. Not challenging, let alone interesting to be a couple. Whahuh? A pair?

"Sem.. nineteen, um...."

"Call me Om! Or sir!" I was determined by the voice I made horrible. "I'm ten years older than you. You're more suited to be my daughter. Understand?!" I threw the cigarette butts I just finished sipping towards his feet which were only made of brown socks. Yes, brown. Combined with a headscarf and long gray loose clothing. So bleak it looks.

Where does it attract women like this? Beauitiful? No, em don't know. Because he uses a face mask that only shows his eyes. So, she definitely can't be beautiful. That is why his face is covered. Like that, right? Each person will highlight what is interesting from him and cover his shortcomings. So if he's wearing a face mask like this, then I'm sure, he'll be covering his ugly face. Obviously, she's a country girl. His face must be unattractive, full of blemishes and pimples everywhere. Not really my level. Sexy? No. gabe. Clever? Obviously not. Teasing? Moreover it.

The misfortune of a lifetime I have to marry her then later will be a widower of her as well. Yes, this wedding

only temporarily, until Opa closes his eyes forever. Hopefully soon, huh. Imagine, Opa who is dying and then I who must be grounded, married the village girl. Village girl from Oma's hometown, first. Like people crave, right? It's dying of many requests. Must be obeyed anyway. Just asking for food or something. It's asking me to get married. Hey, l-it-is!

Ah, I will also divorce after the affair with Opa is finished. Even if this is really frustrating. It is more fortunate that later I am widowed from a beautiful woman, sexy, famous, and the desire of men seseantaro universe. Or at least, the village flower. At least, there is something I can be proud of the status of the widower, the widower from whom and whose ex. That this from him? Shame to admit it.

He nodded timidly. Really makes me sick.

"Get in your room! There!" I pointed to the room right next to the main room, on the side of my room. There are only three rooms in this apartment. One, the master room, my room. Two, empty room next to mine. Three, maid's room. There's my maid sleeping there. Or, how about I ask him to sleep with my maid? Wonderful idea. To understand the caste more. And the punishment for accepting an arranged marriage with this man who was too perfect for her.

"Hey...." I turned around and wanted to change the instructions, for him to sleep in the maid's room. But late. The door to his room was closed tightly.

I squinted my eyes. Then throw a rough breath. Let only. Rather than later he comes out again and I have to go back to seeing him with the appearance that makes me want to vomit.

I opened the laptop in the living room and started taking care of my work. Observing the movement of stocks that began to fall apart in recent weeks. Only I can solve all of this. Another granddaughter of Opa, where could. Because I'm the smartest of them all.

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"You must marry the girl from Oma village." Mami's voice made me immediately step on the brakes of the luxury car I was driving.

"Why?" Ask surprised.

"That's an order. Unarguably. Opa wants one of his grandchildren to marry from the same girl as Oma's hometown." Mami was upset but couldn't argue from across the phone.

"From village?" I convinced my hearing.

"Yes, from the village. You are lucky to choose. It was not Opa who directly pointed at who. Anybody you like. The important thing about the village. Tell me his name, we'll get him right away."

"Lucky what? I don't want to!" I rebutted with a pressing voice.

"can't. This is Opa's request, dear." Mami's voice weakened. Persuaded me.

"One of his grandchildren, right? Just alfin. Alex. Or Angga. Why should I?" I mentioned the names of my brothers who were all men. Yeah, I'm four brothers. Men all. Alfin and Alex were even my brothers. He's older than me. Angga is also only two years old below me. We're all unmarried. Why am I appointed?

"Can't, honey. Alfin and Angga already have a fiancee. Alex has a pair too. You are single-"

"Who said? A lot of queues for me to date-"

"But there's nothing you're serious about, right?"

"That's because I'm too picky. Especially about the life partner. My mom knows I'm too good for a normal girl. Handsome, rich, established, smart. What is less than me? I'm perfect. Even compared to Alfin, Alex, or Angga, right? That's why I can't choose lovers just like them. Must be level!" I said with PD once. THE PD? Yes, obviously PD. Everything I said was true.

"But only you don't have a boyfriend yet"

"I can invite one of the most beautiful models in the country this very second and change the status of single now." I'm tickling for the last time. From this crazy order.

"slowly. Opa has decided. You should marry one of the girls from that village. The only luck left is that you get to choose who the village girl you marry."

"Mommy, listen to me. Nah! No village girl is as tall as me. Like heaven and earth. I am not going to! It's about the future!"

"No objection, Aldo. Opa has decided. And no one can argue. Even Mommy. Excuse me. Mama just delivered. You know the consequences of refuting Opa's orders. Especially this is a request."

Then the phone line was cut off. Along with me who immediately hit the wheel tight.

Marry a village girl? County girl?

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CHOOSING A VILLAGE GIRL

As it was, there was no other choice when Opa had already decided on something. There was no rebuttal on orders and no negotiation over what he wanted.

The threat was always, removed from the Amagatta family.

Ousted from this conglomerate family? Want to keep my face together? And where is my bloodline?

But this request is really crazy isn't it? Marrying. Imagine. It's one of the most important things in life. Especially for my type who is very picky partner. So it is not easy to spread romance let alone just cheap charm on the women who adore me with one blink of an eye. Just heard the name Aldo Amagatta. They are helpless. Because of the endless charm and wealth.

So this Opa request, really bad luck, for me.

I drove my car through the tea plantation into the village shown by Opa. By ourselves. Looking for a village girl who will soon be proposed to the Amagatta family, the prospective woman I will marry. Once again Mami asserted 'as if' luck, I can choose the best village girl I will marry.

Hey, what luck? This is still called bad luck. You know, last week I better take Diva, the top sexy artist who shot me first. You could even say, begging for my love. Without having to think about the length of the article of education which is only domestic graduates and does not enter the level of my criteria. But it's much better than this. Country girl. I can't even read. Oh, dearGod.

Along this road that has not been fully paved, I'll put down the latest Alphard car I'm driving. Glancing left and right where many village girls passed by. Shouldering vegetables, some even herding goats, others holding the kneecap while sweeping the yard. There really is nothing interesting. It looks old and uneducated.

They all look plain and dull. One of the two who appeared to be dressed, even menor. Really camp. How could I marry one of them?

Mami said, Oma used to come from this village. Married Opa who also came from the city. They fell in love and were loyal to each other until old age. Until Oma died five years ago. At that time, Oma became a village flower that was valued by the young people of the city.

But that was fifty years ago. Yeah, imagine, fifty years ago! Perhaps Oma still inherited the royal lineage left behind in the village, so beautiful and well-respected as well. Lah, if now? It's all gone. There's someone as tall as Oma again.

Look, how irrational is my opinion's request, right? In his luck even remembered the youth and asked me to marry a village girl from the same village as Oma like this. Even though the entire Oma family no longer lives in this village. Uh, shit seven derivatives.

I stopped the car in front of the village chief's house. My men have made a promise to meet, proclaiming, Lord Aldo Amagatta this afternoon will come to see you.

I opened the car door and stepped in with a step and a straight forward view while putting on sunglasses. I see, the style of a rich man like me.

Meet the village chief, relay my point immediately. Opa is waiting for me to deliver the happy news. Happy news? It's a disaster!

"The best girl in the village. Best of all sides." I gave orders to the village chief while thrusting two hundred million in front of him.

He made his eyes not blink for a few seconds.

"I'll wait thirty minutes from now. Remember, the best village girl!"

The fat man nodded. Understand what I ask, especially when I mention the name of Opa and the family clan I brought. Making him shake and I caught from the radiance of his eyes, there is a sincerity that he will offer.

Not because of money, but because they want to give the best for Opa. And for me.

Opa did contribute so much to the progress of this village. From road construction to lighting and irrigation. They, these villagers, owe Opa a lot of debt. Then naturally, give the village's best girl when I ask. Don't they?

I sat down casually and raised my leg above my thigh. Looking at the rice fields. When passing a girl with curves of the body, attractive. Yeah, sexy.

When he realized I was looking, he was walking more and more, like shy but willing. Intentionally attract attention.

Giving drinks. It is sweet enough, though not so sweet. But it's quieter than any other village girl I've seen along the way. I'm sure, here, he must be the village flower. Youths to neighboring villages.

I squinted my eyes at her open cleavage. Appreciable. Pretty tempting. At least, although I will definitely divorce after Opa died, I can use it to satisfy the eyes and warm on the bed.

He smiled seductively and I still looked flat. Although there is a desire that begins to drive for the sake of seeing the curves of his body.

He came in after I let him down and showed no interest in him. Well, not too interested indeed. In the city, a lot sexier than her even willingly awaited me all full moon. And I refuse them all. Especially her. Just body capital, but the contents of his head must be tacky. Even if again, good. At least physically not embarrassing and quite tempting.

Before long, the village chief returned with a sparkling face, conveying, had prepared the best village girl who would be 'submitted' to me, to marry me. Convincing many times, this is the best village girl that is here. Approved by his parents in return for all the goodness of Opa.

I just nod. I know, that must be the sexy girl he meant. Well, tolerable.

I asked to prepare myself immediately. Asking for him to be delivered to the address of the hospital where Opa was treated later that night, to be seen and then applied there.

Where do I know, when I arrived, and I had told Opa the village girl of my choice soon arrived, it turns out I was wrong to suspect. Not that hot and sweet girl just now, but a girl dressed up once. From head to toe. Like ninjas. His face was covered with a small cloth. Only leave the eyes that appear to blink a few times. Closed in cloth, veil her name. Oh, dearGod.

Never mind the village girl, this is weird!