Touch Me, Uncle Dom!
S2. Wife Candidate?

Small villages do not always mean bad or ugly. If you come to the small village of–village in Italy, the small village looks amazing there. 

Dozza is a small village famous for its appearance like an artist's canvas. This medieval village is like an open-air art museum, with colorful paintings adorning homes, walls, streets and squares. The village is also known for its summer wine festival.

"Wow!" Sonya was amazed when she saw the beautiful and exotic village.

"Every September in this village there will be a Bienniale Exhibition that collects the best paintings from all over the world" Black said as he looked at Sonya who was busy capturing the beauty of the village using a mobile phone.

"I was so amazed. In Indonesia I have never met a village as beautiful as this." Sonya said without looking at Black.

"It looks like I'm gonna be here." Sonya continued while chuckling. He was reluctant to take a holiday, now he really enjoys his time in the village.

"Come!' take Black, extending his hand to Sonya.

"Come where?" Sonya asked, then looked at Black's hand.

"My house!" Black immediately took Sonya's hand.

"Eh! But her car?!" Sonya was forced to follow the man's footsteps, looking back, staring at the car parked by the side of the road.

"Here it's safe," Black replied as he continued walking, glancing at Sonya who was already walking beside him.

"You sure?" Sonya made sure, while looking at Black from the side. "Oh, yes .. Yes, your house will be here." Sonya answered her own question, and it made Black chuckle.

"Hi, Rald!" greet the white man who only wears singlet and shorts.

"Hi!" Black greeted the man in a friendly manner.

"Rald's? Isn't your name Black?" asked Sonya with a confused look on her face.

"No, my name is Harald" Black replied.

"Huh? Then why are you called Black?" ask Sonya again. The girl was very curious.

"You're still asking why?" Black answered him.

"Because I don't understand!" ketus Sonya then released the man's hand.

Black let out a long sigh, then explained everything to Sonya. "My skin is dark like my late father. And you know for yourself that from childhood I lived in a white neighborhood" Black replied.

Sonya stopped her steps, upon hearing Black's explanation. Now he's starting to understand Black's story.

"Isn't that racist and discriminating against you, if they call you Black!" Sonya was upset.

Sonya smiled faintly as she looked at her hand held by Black.

"Is your home far away?" ask Sonya, because they have been walking.

"There's at the end there. But, before that we stopped by to buy fruit for my mother." Black leads Sonya to a fruit vendor not far from there.

They buy grapes, oranges and apples. After that they continued their journey again to the simple house at the end of the narrow road.

A middle-aged woman was sweeping the courtyard of the house while humming. Then he stopped his activities when he saw two pairs of legs stopping in front of him. The middle-aged woman looked up and smiled widely.

"Rald, you're finally home!" exclaimed the middle-aged woman suddenly irritated and raised her broom, preparing to smack it towards Black.

"Mom, don't scold me!" Black protects his head from being hit by his mother.

"Gee!" the middle-aged woman clucked then lowered her broom, her gaze turning to look at the beautiful girl standing beside her son.

"Ah, my goodness! Sorry, I was being rude to guests. Rald, why did you just say you were going home with your future wife." The middle-aged woman was very happy then gave her broom to her son, then switched to embrace Sonya's pudak.

"Sorry, Madam ... But, I ..."

"I know ... I know ... Let's get into our simple house." The middle-aged woman immediately brought Sonya inside her house, but before that she looked back, looking at her son.

"Clean the yard clean!"

"Huh! Actually, I'm his son or not!" groused Black, taking off his suit and then rolling his shirt up to the elbow, and began sweeping the yard like his mother had ordered.

"Mrs, I'm not cal ..."

"Call me mother, as Harald called me. Or you can call me Rose" said the middle-aged woman.

"Yes, Mom, but I ..."

"You've called me Mother, which means you're his future wife, that brat!" rose is so happy.

Looks like Sonya's already stuck in Black's mother's words.

"Geez, how is this?" sonya lamented in my heart. Plus Rose did not give herself a chance to talk.

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