The Marriage Tragedy Mixed
Chapters 19. Prospective Husband Neighbor.

Yu Prapti's house looked crowded. Some people were putting up a blasphemy from last night and it was almost done. Looks like those workers are overtime. Evidently, large colorful curtains have been installed nicely.

"That, the flirtatious widow, what kind of event do you want, huh? How about a teratak?" Miss Galuh who was curious half-dead, asked one of the mothers who was crowding Kang Soleh-si vegetable maker.

"Well, Miss Galuh don't know? I want an offer." The mother replied while sifting through the vegetables of kale, looking for the freshest.

"I'm not kepo, Mrs Ratna," shebik Bu Galuh unaware that he is currently also half-dead. "Just a fancy proposal like that, huh, Mom? Just wasting money."

"If you can, yes, ndak papa, to, Miss Galuh."

"Oh, that cocky is his name. I'm the former bule, ndak no it's a proposal event made rich luxury that is."

Some other women throw smiles at each other. They already knew that Miss Galuh was expressing her sense of irritation.

Just then, Yu Prapti came over with a smile of disdain for everyone who was there. "There's a lot of good food at home, a lot of meat, that's it. But, I want clear vegetables, yes, Kang Soleh. Which vegetables are seger, huh?" Without being asked, Yu Parti made woro-woro.

"Choor, yes, seger, where there are wry vegetables. The wry ones, yes, your ketek!" chirped Miss Galuh, who was impatient to avenge the arrogance of her neighbor.

"Where my ketek wry, my perfume expensive, yes, a gift from a prospective daughter-in-law," shebik Yu Parti while wagging her negligent loose batik motif. "Kiss, ndak? Nose situ ndak will be strong, usually nyium cheap perfume sold in minimarket, anyway."

"Eh, that's it if you say that look who was invited to talk. My man is an American. My perfume was bought just like her in Nuyrok!" sahut Bu Galuh ketus, without thinking that he mispronounced the name of the place.

"New York, Miss Galuh," said one buyer correcting Galuh's remarks.

"Hawes, anyway," said Bu Galuh upset.

Yu Prapti giggled mockingly. "Tongue ndeso aja want to be pretentious talking nginggris," hebikiknya.

"There is no need to protest. Anyway, my man is much richer, more handsome than his ex!" point to Miss Galuh. Though he did not know the form of Asih's husband.

"If you say that, yes, with evidence. If my man-to-be has proof. Bring a luxury car. The proposal event is just this festive." Yu Prapti won't lose. "Well, the ex is there, he said the money is a lot, here only capital anu thok," kekehnya later.

"Hooo, just wait for the play date. It's gonna be as good as seeing my man's wealth!"

The debate between the two neighbors continued until Kang Soleh said goodbye, and the other buyers had left the place.

***

The highlight of Asih's proposal party took place that night very lively. Yu Prapti invited a single organ to entertain the residents of Jeruk Purut Village. So, the street in front of his house, also the house of Bu Galuh became crowded by residents who wanted to watch the show.

Of course, throughout the event, Bu Galuh continued to grumble because there were many residents who trampled on the grass in his yard. Her plants also became a victim. Thus, he intends to ask for compensation to Yu Prapti when the event is over.

The next day, as Bu Galuh was preparing to crash into his neighbor; aside from having his yard ruffled by the citizens, he was already overwhelmed by a deep sense of envy. Jana tries to prevent any commotion between her mother and her neighbors.

"You don't see if our yard is so ruined, Jana?!" erang Bu Galuh with a red face.

"No way, Jana. Mother can't just keep quiet. That flirtatious widow must be held accountable."

"Bu, Jana please. Don't make a fuss, huh? Jana has been dizzy to see Mother almost every day fighting only with Yu Prapti," Pinta Jana said.

Galuh who saw the face of the princess, finally gave up. He grumbled into the living room and turned on the television. The celebrity gossip show made the woman slightly forget her frustration.

Jana breathes a sigh of relief. Then he left the house carrying a broomstick and crank it. He took a deep breath looking at his very messy yard.

Plastic waste everywhere, the plants in the pots are partially damaged and the leaves fall off, then the grass is dirty because it was trampled by the feet of residents overnight.

Patiently Jana swept every corner of the yard filled with plastic waste and fallen leaves, then repaired the stems of ornamental plants that collapsed.

"Dek, the yard is so dirty, yes, because of the semalem event? Sorry, huh?"

The voice of a strange man in Jana's ear forced the girl to turn to her neighbor's house. A man who was quite handsome yet seemed to have aged smiled at him. His appearance was casual with white plain jerseys and shorts.

Jana suspects this man is Asih's future husband. The girl returned the smile of the man. "No papa, sir. His name is also out of rame-rame."

"So not good, anyway, Dek. That plant is also on broken, huh? I paid the damages, huh? How, Deck?" The man reached into his pocket and took out a wallet.

"Oh, no, no, sir. This I've fixed," Jana refused while moving her palms to the right and to the left.

"No papa, Deck. Think of it as a sign of introductions between neighbors. I'll be here a lot." The man took five hundred thousand pieces of money and thrust them into Jana.

"It really is not necessary, sir," said Jana as she approached the man standing behind the fence of her house and the neighboring house.

"Accept, Dek. Or less, huh?" The man took back five hundred thousand pieces and grabbed Jana's hand and put the money there while holding Jana's hand. "Enough, huh, that much, Deck?"

"Ouch, Sir. It really isn't." Jana gave the man ten pieces of red paper, but the man refused.

"Simpen. No papa, Dek."

Jana was wrong. To be honest he was in need of money to pay for Joshua's visa, but he was prestigious to receive it.

"Come, get in the bag, Dek. I'm maksa, you know, this."

Jana scratched her head, then grimaced. He was forced to comply with the man's request to put money in his pocket.

"What's your name, Dek? Oh yeah, don't call me sir, dong. Call me to let me be younger."

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