The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 57: Shophouse

A car was seen pulled over on the shoulder of a highway that looks so crowded during the day. Although the king of the afternoon transferred his heat energy excessively to make the skin feel burned, but in no way dampened the intention of the residents of the city of Bandung to get out of the contest. I don't know what they're looking for on this hot day. But it looks like they are looking for something that can be eaten at lunch break like this.

From behind the car glass, a man with his sunglasses, looks are watching closely the figure of a woman who seems to be in trouble carrying her groceries. He wanted to help her to lighten the heavy burden she was carrying. However, he still did not have enough courage to say hello even just to approach him. Only in this way can he do. Monitor the woman's condition from a distance. She was so grateful to see the woman doing well.

The man in the car was still looking at the woman. The woman was seen standing in front of a shophouse where in front of the rolling door there was a placard that read 'rental'. The man's forehead slightly shriveled to notice the woman's movements that became his diamond. The woman was busy staring fixedly at the writing on the wooden pelakat while fiddling with her phone.

"What exactly are you doing in front of that shophouse, honey? Why don't you hurry home? What exactly are you doing in front of that shophouse?"

The man was busy monologuing softly with eyes that could not be separated from the figure of the woman. Until in the end, a man who seemed to be the owner of the shop came out from inside and was seen chatting with the woman. The man was increasingly curious, when the woman was welcome to enter by the man who seemed to be the owner of the shop.

"I really want to know what you're doing in there, honey."

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"Well, this room can be used as a production room. If Mbak has a business in the field of sewing sewing, this place can be used as his production room. And for the results of the stitches can be displayed on the lower floor."

A view of Seroja circulates around this place. A three-story building standing on the side of the highway, which is not far from where to buy materials for sewing purposes. The shophouse building is quite large and spacious which seems very suitable for him to make as a place to produce the clothes he makes.

"Then, for what rent price sir?"

The man smiled wryly. "For the rent, fifty million one year Ma'am. And at least Mbak has to sign for a minimum of two years."

Both eyes of Seroja wide and perfectly rounded. Fifty million per year and having to rent at least two years, that means there has to be a budget of about a hundred million to rent a place. Not to mention to buy sewing machines to produce, he really had a lot to spend. While his savings only collected half of the rental price of this place for one year.

"How Ma'am? Are you interested in renting this shop? If interested I can directly make the receipt and lease agreement."

Like someone who is in need of a lot of money, the owner of this shop is impressed to urge Seroja to immediately rent his shop. While Seroja can only smile clumsyly made.

"Can the rental price not be reduced sir? Twenty million per year and not having to rent directly for two years?"

Seroja's pleasantries try to carry out the negotiation process. He was a little unwell if he had to go straight from this place.

The owner of the shop was staring fixed Seroja's body from head to toe with a cynical smile on his lips.

"Actually this Mama has enough money to rent a place or not? A shophouse of this size is valued at twenty million per year? If you do not have enough money do not ever try to contact the owner of Mbak shop. Just wasting time."

Seroja is increasingly flabbergasted by what is said by the owner of this shop. The words of this man were completely uncivilized. Supposedly the owner of this shophouse can refuse the negotiations that he offers with good language without having to demean.

"Then I apologize, sir. Because the money I have is not enough to rent this shophouse. I beg you to pay."

While giving a rough breath, Seroja swung her footsteps to go downstairs and intended to leave this place immediately.

"The poor businessman. If you do not have a lot of savings, never dream to rent a shophouse dong. Gini rent a shophouse three floors twenty million per year? Is that a shophouse or a fried stall?"

Sayup-sayup is heard the sound of the owner of the shop making fun of Seroja. The man's voice was still clearly heard in Seroja's ears which were currently in front of the shophouse. Seroja glimpsed at the attached building in front of his eyes while throwing a rough breath.

God, if it's like this how can I help people around the house? May this not be the only way for me, Lord.. Hopefully there are other roads.

With gontai, Seroja stepped foot to leave this shophouse. He set his foot on his way back home. Certainly with groceries that feel heavy.

While the man who had been in the car and stalked Seroja's movement, increasingly confused by the woman's facial expression. He could catch the signal of a disappointed facial expression from the look on the face of the woman he loved so much.

"When you enter this shophouse, you look so excited. But after coming out, why does the look of your face look so sad. Actually, what need do you need to meet the owner of this shop, dear?"

Not wanting to be stuck with all the questions that were spoiled in his mind, the man turned on the engine of the car he was riding in. He stepped on the gas pedal and slowly he pointed his steering wheel towards the shophouse located across the street.

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A man who is none other than Randy managed to meet the owner of this shophouse. To learn what Seroja actually did, he pretended to ask the rental price of this shophouse. And sure enough, the owner of the shophouse began to tell what was previously done by Seroja.

"What do you mean Father? Abal-abal businessman whom do you mean?"

"That was before you came here, there was a woman who asked about the rental price of this shophouse. He said he had a sewing business and wanted to expand his business by renting this place. Eh but it turns out he has no money at all."

With a stir, the owner of this shop tells what just happened between him and Seroja. Even in front of Randy, the owner of this shophouse still mocks Seroja.

There was a sense of unwillingness to hear the woman he loved being made fun of by this man. Randy could only look into the eyes of the owner of the shop with the look of sharp eyes unreadable.

O God, you have a dream to enlarge your efforts, dear? I'm sorry, because when we live together, I don't know much about what your dreams are.

"So, how much do you charge to rent this shophouse?"

Not wanting to linger facing the arrogant person like the owner of the shop, without further ado Randy immediately asked the rental price of this shophouse.

"Fifty million a year, sir. And the minimum rental should be two years!"

Randy smiled cynically. "Just five million and a minimum of two years? Is it not too little and the time is very fast?"

The shop owner was shocked. "You mean how?"

Randy smiled knot. "What if it's not just me rent." Randy looked at the owner of this shop with clinging. "One billion. I bought this shophouse for a billion dollars. Hows it? Do you approve it? If you agree to it, I'll pay off today!"

The two eyeballs of the shop owner are perfectly rounded. He who is basically in need of money for urgent needs, without a second thought immediately nodded his head.

"Good Sir. I sold this shophouse for a billion to you. Then, when can we do this sale and purchase transaction?"

With a sparkling face, the man agreed to Randy's offer. He was also like urging Randy to immediately carry out the process of buying and selling this shophouse.

"You just calm down. Soon the notary who will come here for the process of buying and selling this place. You just provide this land and building certificate."

"Okay sir, I'll prepare. Thanks very much!"

Randy approached the shop owner. He patted the man on the shoulder while smiling meaningfully. "Thank you to the woman who came here before!"

The shop owner was flabbergasted. "-you mean?"

"She's my wife, if it wasn't for her, I would never have bought this shophouse."

"What?"

"And I hope you can keep an attitude towards others. It's not appropriate that you make fun of my wife like that!" keep up with Randy anyway.

Randy again put the sunglasses that he had previously tucked on his head. Slowly, he stepped foot and left this shophouse.

I hope this little thing I do can help you, baby...

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