THE MYSTERY OF LOVE THE CARTWRIGHT’S
CHAPTER IX

“Where does Jeff have info?”, asked Jay from the phone.

“No boss. I have looked for it everywhere, even to the place

usually he's mangkal”.

“Aren't you asking her friends around?”

“It's boss according to the information I received, it's almost

he did not sell for a week. Even his roommate said he didn't either

rumah”.

“What, what the hell! Have you met his mother?”

“Not boss, he said again to visit his son who gave birth in

kampongs. I just got back here today. I'm waiting around his house”.

“Is she likely to join her boarding mother?”

“Can be the boss, because my people are standing by in the original area miss

he also told her not to go home to her mother. Even his sister told me

if he hadn't been home for months. Said he moved to work at a branch

companies in Jakarta, have not had time to go home”.

“Heeemm, so yes. Okay Jeff, continue with your work. Make sure there is info

a pleasant today”.

“Siap bos”.

“Tut”.

After returning from the office, Jodi tells Mang Diman to direct

car to the town square.

“Ciiiiiiit”, tire squeaking sound. In the passenger seat he tightened

the eyes look towards the traffic of human activities that are never lonely though

the night has fallen dark.

“Where are you stupid girl. Wanna run with my money apparently. Don't

dream, your task is not done. Just look if tomorrow you don't show me

alone who will intervene”, threatened him.

Meanwhile on the banks of the river a remote village of Prigen area.

“Haaaah, very quiet here. No pollution, no commotion, no screams

none of it. There was only wind around. Friction of leaves so

delightful. To give my empty soul. Heeem what a wonderful life”,

inner talking.

A group of women were going to the river, they

smiling at the scene that was starting to become part of the routine

there. Well, a grown girl always sits cross-legged on a big rock in the

in the middle of the rice field, Mr. Parjo, one of the elders in the village. Strange nephew

from the city, that's the nickname given.

How is it not weird? Because that girl would be in every morning

the middle of the paddy field sat quietly for hours without doing anything. Close ones eyes

and enjoy the wind from all directions with long hair

unravelling.

He doesn't care about his fine hair. And that thing

it's been almost a year. Although it often sunbathe from the hour

five to ten in the morning, the skin of the adult girl was never even dull

looks exotic like most women in the area. He who is

smiling with his peace should suddenly be jolted by the cry of a

the young man from the edge of the rice field.

“Mbaaak, called mr”.

“Had, what's up? I'm not usually called”.

“Remanded home soon pentiiing”.

“What? Most ordered breakfast”.

“Not, there are guests from nyariin” city.

“Hah, who else is it?”, I thought I was getting anxious.

It's not like I've cut off all contact with everyone from

my past. Not even my family I've contacted. Mobile phone number is already

substitutes. I even deleted all of my social media for the sake of true tranquility.

“Who's the guest, de? Female male?” I shouted at him.

“Iya”, Ade replied ambiguously.

I frowned at a glance, before descending from the boulder

that has been my singa all along. I put a flip-flop on my left hand

before stepping this leg carefully ripened rice fields.

“Yes, I have to walk slowly because even though I'm used to it

with my favorite activity, it still often slipped while walking in

above”.

Reaching the edge of the rice field Ade waited with a big smile there. Him

it looks like the sumringah is radiating from the clean water of his face. I am the

I began to ask,

“What's that on your head?” I pulled her hair that started

touching nape.

“Nothing”, the answer is short.

“Lantas why smile yourself. Her guest is a pretty girl huh?”

“Not mbak, see for yourself later. I am so lazy to explain it

I'm like a teacher. Panjaaaang and wide with its definition ntar”.

“Kan nice deck more concrete so “.

“Haiiish, mbak Suti kepo ah”.

“Tuh hair uncut deck. Not afraid of being scolded by teachers

at school?”

“Not people are still online long time. Later it was cut

already offline”.

“Huh, your base. Keep talking when you have discussed the problem

school regulations”.

“Udah ah mbak. Yuk Cepetan has been awaited by his guests. Entrants

follow here just tau ras”.

“Whose is the guest deck?”

“Mbak just see for yourself”, the answer is short while showing off

his teeth were pure white.

“Hadeew”.

We're looking for a shortcut to the house by passing through the residents' house

on the left side. Along the way left right neighbor many

who smiles or nods kindly which is the hallmark of hospitality

the villagers.

There are times when Ade and I say the word, “monggo”, as

excuse me when I meet people who are sitting there

terasan, they also reply with a smile or similar word. Here's this

which makes me feel good about staying here.

Arriving at the courtyard of Lek Parjo's house, I saw several luxury cars

parked there, my feelings started to get uncomfortable. I know who the owner of

those cars. I stopped and started to turn around and go away

when a few steps were stopped by a reprimand behind me, “mau

I flipped when my back touched the clay flesh of the two arms

bodyguard in black uniform and replied, “em...mau..ke..to the bathroom there”.

“There is a bathroom there, miss. Not that the bathroom exists

inside rum”.

“I mean village” bathroom.

“Do not have many reasons. Come on come with us. The boss is waiting for miss

insides. Do not lose patience and ravage this village”.

I gasp, “baiklah”. I followed the two men obediently.

With a variety of raging feelings in the chest Ikusul Ade

first enter the house. In the living room lek Parjo nan spacious a lot

people who pass by do the preparation of an event. I am the

confused trying to find out,

“You have any event lek. Kok on dandan all”.

“Suti Wedding. Quickly get into your room there, ornate!”

“Only who wants to get married, lek. Mas Dimas huh?”

“Hus, ngawur. Dimas is still a twelfth grade High School not yet graduated

again, whichever one wants to take it as mantu”.

“Lantas lek, who married whom?”

“Yes you are Suti”.

I laughed heartily at Lek Parjo's reply, “don't joke

lek. Who is my future husband?”

“I....I am your future husband”, a second later the heavy voice

it sounded from my left side. Where the guest room is.

Buy an eye, I look towards the voice, “kamu?”

“What a pity misses me”, whispered in my ear.

“Don't joke Jay. The wedding is not a game”, I said

slow down.

“I'm serious Suti, look at the preparations I made. Everything's ripe

and perfect. Mom is coming to see our wedding.

As well as your mother and step-sister I also present here, as guardians of the parties

female. Ha..ha how good is not. Everything is in line with plan”.

“But Jay how about penghulu and registration in KUA. Is

you think it's easy to bring them in impromptu. Those people aren't

your pleasant subordinates you can set”.

“Ouuh darling don't worry about it. Look at the new car

come that. Which is white there, it is a group of KUA officers who are ready

marry us today”.

“Ba...how can Jay?”

“No wonder Suti, I'm Jay, can get everything with

my money. Including your freedom”, he replied furious.

I will deny his words when from the door I see

my mother, my half-sister and Jay's mother entered the room. Reviewing a big smile

I approached them and hugged them as a relief of the burning longing.

 While mama Jay rubbed my back for a long time while saying, “jaga Jay ya Suti and make it

your imam wherever you are”. Deepened by his attitude I nodded

forced.

After that I ripped Jay's arm into the guest room. Saw

my behavior, lek Parjo just shook his head slowly.

My guest room door is locked from the inside. Turn my body, my hand

she sat down and stared intensely at Jay.

“You can't wait to do it baby?”

“Shit, Jay. What do you want exactly?”

“No I just want to make you my wife”.

“Don't be a hypocrite, you just want to avenge your heartache, right?”

“Hearted? Ha....ha to whom Suti?”

“Marcella of course or maybe to me?”

“Cih, don't dream you”.

“Cella..still probably because she betrayed me with Dico. But

you don't have to worry about that. I have already retaliated by destroying

his family business”.

“So Dico Travelling and Hotel, it's because of you?”

“Do you think?”

“Lantas what is your motive, marry me? Don't tell me you want to

wreaking revenge on your past?”

“Heeem, revenge huhah?” holding his chin as if thinking.

“What Jay” is I can't wait for.

“Nothing, I just obeyed my mother's wish to marry you”.

“So this is all because of your mama?”

“Yeah, so”.

“If I refuse”.

“I will ravage this village, Suti. And I'm slowing down

in front of your beloved sister. One more thing, your mother will no longer be able to sell at

your place. You and your family will no longer be able to reap fortune anywhere

even if it's a scavenger. Didn't you already experience it, heum”.

Jolted, “so it's been my trouble finding a job all this time, because

you?”

“Rightly so”.

“You want what Jay?”

“According to mama's wishes, marry me”.

The dilemma between the two chest-stifling options, I came up with an idea

brilliant to survive in this situation.

“Alright, I accept this marriage with marriage agreement”.

“Okey”.

A moment later he called Andrew the assistant by phone

clasped. In front of the living room door, Jay explained something

with him. Seriously listen to the direction of the boss while typing something

from the tablet he always carries.

When he was done with his activities, Andrew followed the boss

enter the guest room approaching me.

“Please read miss!”

He gave me the tablet he had originally held. I accepted and read

fill in the neatly written marriage agreement file. When you understand and agree

with the contents, I put a signature using an android pen

provided by Andrew.

After that he changed the file form into PDF as well

send it to my email. I smiled with satisfaction and left them

tuk berhias in my room.