Status of Friends Become a Connecting Mother
CHAPTER 57

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The next day on Wednesday, Mandala kept what Rita had asked for. Mandala picked up Ismalia at her residence. In front of that narrow road. Mandala parked her car not far from the narrow road. Mandala got out of the car straight to Ismalia's house.

Ismalia had been informed by Erika. If today Mandala will pick him up to buy their wedding needs both of which are rings and wedding clothes. It was right at the door of Ismalia's house. Mandala knocked and said hello.

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"Assalamualaikum" said Mandala.

There is no guarantee, Mandala tries again. The greeting and the second knock then get the speech.

"Assalamualaikum" said Mandala a second time.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Uh...Mr. Mandala please come in." said Mastiara.

"Ahh yes thank you." said Mandala in.

"You pick up Is yes, just a second. I call Is first." said Mastiara.

"Yes fine." said Mandala sitting in the living room chair.

Ismalia comes out in a long, calm-colored dress. Mandala looked at the timid Ismalia sitting in front of the Mandala. The mandala who was still with her jutek expression looked at Ismalia. He was surprised when Mastiara came with a tray filled with a glass of tea water. To be taken to Mandala.

"Ohh yeah. Miss Rita and Erika aren't coming?" ask Mastiara.

"No. They've got some business outside, so I'll pick up Ismalia."

"Where are you going?"

"Didn't Is say anything before?"

"No. Just said the day to buy wedding equipment. I think it went with Erika. Tau-taunya with Mr. Mandala."

"Call the Mandala, not sir. All right, oh yeah where's Mr Mardian?"

"Father as usual again at the restaurant at this hour. In the afternoon, my father came home. Please drink the water, don't hesitate."

"Yes, thank you." said Mandala spent a cup of tea.

"sorry. I can't linger for long. To buy it must be a lot of time" said Mandala turned briefly to Ismalia.

Ismalia who is seen only bowed.

"Oh yes. Be careful on the road."

"Yes. Then I say goodbye." said Mandala standing up from her seat and shaking hands.

"Assalamualaikum" said Mandala out of the house first.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Ismalia shook hands to Mastiara and followed the steps of Mandala who had gone first.

"Is pamit buk, assalamualaikum" said Ismalia.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Mandala's in the car waiting for Ismalia. Ismalia just opened the car door and entered.

"You're a very slow road. Can't it be faster."

Without expression Mandala directly runs her car. Ismalia just sat there and bowed. It was quiet that the atmosphere was currently in the car. Occasionally on the way Mandala turned briefly to Ismalia. Ismalia stared at the road outside the windshield.

Ismalia turned briefly towards Mandala. Very focused and serious while driving a car. Mandala realized that she had been looked upon for a moment by Ismalia. Mandala asked to make Ismalia aghast and misbehaved.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Ti..none." said Ismalia stuttering.

"Based on a child." said Mandala inwardly.

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A few minutes later, Mandala's car arrived at the shopping mall. He parked his car and got off without waiting for Ismalia who had just come down. Ismalia hastened her pursuit of Mandala. Mandala just still be indifferent and jutek. Ismalia was a little upset by Mandala's attitude.

Arriving at her family's jewelry store. They were both welcomed by the employees of the jewelry store. Mandala look around first some jewelry. Ismalia was amazed to see such fine and magnificent jewelry. Ismalia's estimate must have been expensive. Only the upper class can afford luxury jewelry.

Looking at the jewelry, Mandala's eyes were fixed on one ring. The white gem ring is small, simple, looks sweet if worn. Looking towards Ismalia still saw some rings. Ismalia is still confused about which ring to choose. Mandala told employees to take their own ring of choice.

Mandala looked at the ring of her choice, taking Ismalia's wrist abruptly. Ismalia had her wrist taken by Mandala feeling shocked. He inserted the ring into Ismalia's ring finger. Unexpectedly the ring turned out to fit on Ismalia's ring finger. Ismalia is fascinated by the beauty of the Mandala ring. Not too fancy but looks sweet.

"What a great deal." said Ismalia in her heart.

Ismalia kept looking at the ring on her ring finger.

"Hows it? You likey?" tanya Mandala jutek's.

Ismalia nodded her head just to like the ring.

"Alright, I'll take this" Mandala told a jewelry store employee.

Mandala is still looking for some more jewelry as a dowry. Employees are also looking for suitable jewelry. Everything that the employee shows is not suitable for the Mandala. Finally the employee looked for some jewelry that was inside. Waiting is certain, but in a matter of minutes. The employees came with some very beautiful jewelry.

Mandalas choose a set of jewels that are red gems. Not too many first only consists of three or four only. Mandala told the employee to be matched to Ismalia. Due to Ismalia's beautiful face, matched with Mandala jewelry. Ismalia is getting more beautiful and sweet. So did Ismalia like it just nodding her head.

"Are you mute or what? Just nod your head." Mandala said, looking at the phone.

Ismalia still bowing her head. Without daring to look at Mandala's face. Mandala did not forget to also take pictures of her choice of jewelry earlier. Both wedding rings and jewelry for dowry. It was sent to WhatsApp Rita. Got a WhatsApp reply from Rita. Rita also really likes her choice of jewelry.

Without waiting for long, the jewelry was wrapped. Next head to the bridal clothing boutique store. Where the boutique only sells wedding clothes and parties. The question of price can not be doubted because it suits the model of luxury and elegant clothes. The shop staff greeted them both.

"Please get her a nice wedding dress." Pinta Mandala.

"Khemmm.sorry he is not my son but my future wife" Mandala said expressionlessly.

Ismalia's feelings expressed as the non-child wife of Mandala were mixed.

"Ma.sorry sir. I guess he's the master's son." said the nervous employee.

"Have found clothes for him." mandala ordered.

"All right."

Employees invited Ismalia to search for clothes suitable for Ismalia. There are some employees who sneer at Ismalia. But Ismalia ignored him.

"Sorry yes mbak, I don't know if mbak mbak mak mister Mandala's wife" said the employee.

"Yes.it's okay. But do you know Om Mandala?" ask Ismalia confused.

"Who does not know the master of Mandala, ma'am. Mr. Mandala is also a shareholder in this boutique."

"Ohhhh.so."

The employee chooses suitable clothing. There are 4 color choices with different models. Ismalia first tried on pink clothes. It looks unsuitable for Ismalia. The second and third choices remain the same. And the fourth choice is that Ismalia feels right. Suitable will be a color that is not too bright, the model is not striking, looks simple but elegant also luxurious if worn.

The employee praised the clothes the latter Ismalia had tried. Without a second thought Ismalia pointed to Mandala to ask for her opinion. Ismalia came out to see Mandala showing it. Mandala, busy with her cell phone, turned to Ismalia. Mandala stopped playing the phone seeing Ismalia's beauty wearing the outfit.

"How sir. Is this fit and pretty?" ask employees to Mandala.

Mandala looked down at Ismalia from top to bottom. Look at it without blinking. Until it is confirmed by the employee.

"Sir...Mr. Mandala." scold the employee.

"How is this so pretty to Miss Ismalia."

"Khem. Just take it if it suits him." said Mandala.

"Good, sir. I'll wrap it up."

Ismalia went back inside and undressed the clothes she tried. Employees wrap the clothes of choice. Before returning home, Mandala stopped for a short time to a restaurant for lunch. Mandala is still cold and jutek. Ismalia followed the fast pace of Mandala.

Arriving at the restaurant, Mandala headed to the empty table. Mandala called the waiter to order food. Ismalia turned her head here and there were not so many customers in the restaurant. There was no conversation between the two of them. Only speechless, Mandala was busy with her phone. And Ismalia looked there.

Not long after their food order had come. There was so much food ordered by Mandala. Ismalia looked at the food. Mandalas that are busy with their phones switch to eating food. Ismalia is still staring annoyed as much as this who will spend her thought Ismalia.

"What about daydreaming will you be full?" said the cold Mandala.

"Acch... I.iya Om."

Ismalia ate the food with a little embarrassment. Mandala looks so calm eating food. The mandala phone sounded. Ismalia looked at Mandala who was talking on the phone. Mandala ended the conversation and quickly asked to go home. After paying for all the food he ordered.

"We go home" Mandala said in a hurry.

"Now?" tanya Ismalia just finished her meal.

"Yes now, you want to stay here."

"Ba..alright."

Mandala and Ismalia get out of the mall to the car park. They went in directly running the car. The call was actually from Nazir who informed Gio's trial results. Because I want to know more details. Nazir invites her to a meeting at a regular cafe where they hang out.

Before that, Mandala drove Ismalia home to her own home. Then he will go to Nazir. Arriving in front of the Ismalian street. He thanked her for bringing a totebag with bridal clothes. Still behaving like before, Mandala remained cold and jutek.

"Thank you, Om. Didn't you stop by first?" ask Ismalia.

"No.thank you. I have to get back soon."

"alright. Assalamualaikum, be careful Om."

"Hmmm..."

Mandala immediately drove her car at the speed of meeting Nazir. Mandala's car drifted away, and Ismalia entered the narrow road to her home. While in the car Mandala turned to the rearview mirror of the car and smiled.

"Based on a child." said Mandala with a smile.

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About an hour into the journey, Mandala has arrived at the usual Cafe. It already seemed Nazir was waiting for him. Two cups of coffee were also ordered by Nazir. They discussed about the outcome of Gio and Sofia's trial.

"What about the results?" ask Mandala.

"As a result they were sentenced to 20 years in prison. Because follow the evidence that exists and is quite burdensome to them." explained Nazir.

"It's okay. The important thing is that they get punished for what they did."

"Yes. Oh yes I heard you are getting married soon. Why not tell me about this?"

"Where do you know?" ask Mandala back.

"Yes know it. You're not just a friend but I've looked like a brother."

"Did mom and dad tell you?"

"Yes, it's like that." Nazir said.

"Basic. Can't keep a secret."

"Why? Who am I? It's a secret play. Never mind.but congratulations, bro."

"Hum..."

They continued talking. Until the afternoon they did not realize it. They all told me about their wedding plans. That will last about three more days precisely on Saturday this Sunday.

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