TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
S3 - 004

TIKZ 3 [Meeting to You]

004 - DON'T KNOW HIM WELL?!

"Sir, can you give me a chance?"

Udelia opened her mouth to answer. Fusena first smiled wryly.

The man had already guessed the answer that Udelia would give.

He understood Udelia.

"Determination is better to give clearly" said Udelia along with Fusena who mimicked her speech.

Udelia bit her lip. Fusena was always one step further than him. Know what he'll say.

Udelia was confused by the reason she was going to say.

He has a sense of comfort in Fusena. Only, his heart was locked.

The lonely nights, he always dreamed about someone waiting for him to live with him. Unite with him.

His face was faint, but Udelia had no inclination over the figure towards Fusena.

Is that guy not Fusena?

Having Fusena as a husband is a good thing. She was comfortable towards Fusena and the man had such a deep understanding of her.

Only, his heart was puffed up.

Udelia felt uncomfortable having a relationship with another man.

Perhaps, his soul mate had been waiting for him. Watching him from far away. Ask the Power to keep itself from other men.

"I have nothing to love. Ugly, rude, emotional, foul-hearted, rotten in mind, unable to cook, unable to groom, lazy, loathed little children, stupid, cowardly. My eyes blink frequently and his voice is not clear. The only good you see is camouflage in a mirage. I don't have anything to be proud of."

"You proposed to Udelia for that?" wara, Udelia's father, asked a handsome man sitting opposite her.

The young man in front of him was very flattering to his daughter's height.

Which was too high to be heard by him.

Not to demean the princess, it's just that the man before her is too excessive in flattering his daughter.

The handsome man, Djahan Mada, looked nervously at his future in-laws. The father of his heart, whom he longed for.

A pair of legs hidden inside many layers of rags, shivering and sweating from nervousness.

The blessing of his father and mother is the most critical thing.

Udelia would not marry him without the blessing of her parents. Parents are a top priority for Udelia.

The shadow of rejection becomes a frightening specter for Djahan.

They are aware of the differences between them. Their language is even blocked.

Since meeting at the historical museum, Udelia has shown no sign of her ability to speak in Old Javanese.

Djahan digested the words of his future in-laws. He nodded with certainty.

"Yes." replied Djahan.

"Son, those virtues that you have mentioned, may occur only once in the vision. Households are not just about good things."

The young man said Udelia was very shining in the highest place.

Udelia, his daughter, may have performed once twice on stage.

The stars in the sky will dim at any time, Wara is unlikely to hand her daughter over to a figure who only knows how to flatter.

In marriage, couples who were previously considered perfect, slowly but surely, will look bad for their ugliness.

There will always be flaws that can stretch the relationship between married couples, if they only expect the perfection of their partners.

Wara needs a figure who accepts her daughter as she is, so that the two can together face the storm, without pointing to each other's shortcomings.

"I am ready to accept all the consequences" said the middle-aged woman beside Djahan. The woman helps translate vocabulary that may be difficult to understand.

The djahan is getting nervous. Instead of elegantly answering his prospective-in-law questions, Djahan still lacks a modern dictionary of words.

For the sentence Wara said, Djahan understood very well.

He studied well. Able to understand formal conversations and slang, in just less than a month.

As expected of the legendary Mahapatih.

"Daughter is not that..."

Wara looked at Watika, asking for approval to continue her sentence. The wife agreed.

The seedlings, bebet, and weights between them were too much different.

Wara and Watika one thought. They could not possibly ignore this most vulnerable thing.

Even two people who love each other, can change their attitude, after feeling the seeds, bebet, and weights between them are far unbalanced.

"You are very handsome, young, and from a distinguished family" Wara said.

The father of three children traced one by one the people sitting in front of him.

There were three people on the side of Djahan. A group of people gathered outside the house.

One thing that people have in common is that they wear clothes that are not cheap, even though their subordinates are just a rag that looks dull.

"We are very flattered," continued Wara again staring into the bead of Djahan's dark black eyes.

Djahan sat with a straight look at Wara. From the sentence, Djahan can understand the direction of Wara's decision.

Only, he hoped that his conjecture was wrong.

"But it feels inappropriate for us to accept you" Wara said, rejecting Djahan subtly.

"I won't make Udelia sad. I'll do everything she wants."

"All promises can be said."

"I can swear."

"What do you know about Udelia? Besides the things mentioned."

Wara was moved with the seriousness of Djahan. If the man can explain his daughter in more detail.

Wara will hand over her daughter to a man who can understand her daughter well.

It cannot be just a capital of treasure and love.

"Udelia is very brave to face all problems, her insight is very broad, and is good at remembering many things. He was very brave and courageous to speak the truth. The arrangement is very bag—"

"Enough," cut Wara.

The middle-aged woman by Djahan's side clenched her mouth. Djahan had instructed him to be quiet with his hands raised.

"You don't know him very well. I accept your good intentions, but I'm sorry...!"

"(Not knowing him well?!)" furious Djahan.

"Son, that Udelia wouldn't dare go into the middle of the crowd."

"Geez, why so many people?" udelia. His hand held tightly to the plastic containing the fried rice.

Fusena grabbed Udelia by the shoulder and led her away to the quiet back door.

"There are nine guises" Fusena explained, helping Udelia compile the dishes.

"Uh, should it be divided? Or not necessary?" udelia's mumbling's fucked up.

His father is really cruel! He ordered him to buy ten packs of rice, but the people in the house were more than ten people.

If one person one pack, then the cooking will not be enough.

"For the flat. All mothers, fathers, Lamont, you too" said Udelia at last.

"Their conversation will be long. Mommy's going out?" bring Fusena.

She knew exactly who the guest was going to her cousin's house.

In fact, he knew very well the purpose of the arrival of that special guest.

Udelia is focusing on dividing food to be flat and not lame. He did not answer Fusena's call.

Fusena grabbed Udelia's trembling hand in putting rice into each plate.

His beloved cousin did not focus on the cuisine in front of him.

The woman must have thought about her words.

Then I felt sad to be by his side.

Fusena understood the chaos of Udelia's heart.

He rubbed Udelia's hair and rubbed Udelia's shriveled forehead.

Udelia seemed to feel guilty.

Among them there is no reproach to ride together.

It's just that Udelia would feel guilty if she didn't meet the person who was waiting for her.

Udelia felt guilty for Fusena, who had continued to faithfully stand by her side.

"Sir, don't think about what I'm saying!"

Fusena carried a tray lying in front of Udelia.

Udelia looked at the back of Fusena who was walking into the living room.

The words to not think, even more make him think about it.

Should he be tepis his feelings about waiting for someone who is uncertain, then accept Fusena who is clearly his figure and clearly personal?

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