When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Haru

After preparing lunch on a mat in the backyard of the house and handing the calf to the mother and father in the front yard. Gather two families who will do lunch while discussing cows, wedding dates and everything that multiplies weighs on the mind.

Michelle took part beside Prambudi, Paijo beside Kusumonegoro. With Dominic and Rastanty, the driver and Fuso truck kernet took the time to swim in the pond before he said it would be drained tomorrow after being contaminated with the cow.

“I am very happy that Mr. Kusumonegoro came.” said Prambudi friendly.

Kusumonegoro nodded. “All you deliberation!”

Marisa who came later looked shaky as if she was going to attend a garden party. She wore a white knee-length floral dress and a straw hat with a red ribbon encircling her hood.

“Monggo... Monggo... We had lunch.”

“Sead?” Kusumonegoro stared at the complete package of rice Padang, rawon satan, rujak cingur, mendoan, ice fruit, hot coffee, mineral water and bread and it was still said to be sober?

Kusumonegoro bobbing heads, could not he see the rough version of the conglomerate in front of him was more.

Marisa clenched her lips back

Prambudi looked at him while putting his index finger in front of his mouth as if warning him that this was a hot situation and finally he just nodded his head.

“I'm so glad the cow has arrived. I count there are 21 tails, great, bravo Paijo, Pak Kusumo Marisa laughed while clapping her hands.

“Halah, our people have been besanan for a long time kok.” said Kusumonegoro to make everyone who knows the scandal both widened their eyes and shook their heads, do not...

“That's just your wits testing Paijo can or can't.”

Silver's grandmother heard him clap. “Outstanding... Bravo... Michigano, American... Javanese now..”.

Marisa pinched the small thigh of Prambudi while smiling.

”Have been made for a long time? Since when?” the question is as gentle as possible even though next to her husband's eyes are increasingly sharp..

“I'm the same mas Paijo actually married series when I went to Jogja first, Ma.” said Michelle directly.

“Kok can marry siri, why baby why..” exclaim Marisa while taking off her hat and putting it on the chest.

“Mbokyo staying up first guys, fuss miko.” said truck driver. Luwe's stomach, his eyes sleepy, pegel's back. Even the host of the storm, Grandma not good to?

And the mixture of Indonesian, English and Javanese made the silver grandmother frown.

“What does that mean?”

“I mean eat-eat first, Oma. Storm later.” replied Rastanty kalem.

Silver's grandmother folded her hands together while nodding. “Eat, eat only, it's all also buy, for what not to eat. Eat.”

“Nah ngono, Mbah. Matur nuwun.” said the driver again while clenching both hands.

Michelle clasped Paijo's hand and didn't want to let go at all, and they didn't even want to sit with their parents.

“We married Siri because Iceland kissed her lips Paijo in her house continues to be discovered Pak Kus. Forced marriage, finally Iceland responsibility.”

Marisa's breath restrained in the chest with her mouth wide gawking.

“What is legitimate?” Marisa looked up, looking at her husband. “Mas Pram to Jogja with Dominic to follow Michelle because of this? Not because of work with noble clients?”

Prambudi grimaced while nodding his head. “Icel my daughter was sad, Marisa. She was very worried, I finally came, saving her mood to agree to marry them.”

“Papa! Don't leave it so, ih..” Michelle hissed annoyed. “Because we are both married, the approval of mama and dowry is just the beginning of our more serious relationship and going public! Mama don't separate us.”

Michelle took off her hand and held Paijo so tightly that Marisa embraced her husband.

Kusumonegoro cleared his throat violently. “Keep up to when are you guys like that? Is the problem solved if only hugs?”

Paijo and Prambudi were forced to remove the annoying women from their arms.

“Sit you both! I want to say.”

Michelle hurried to the side of her father, while Paijo accompanied her father who returned to pol-polling.

Kusumonegoro took his cloth bag which was not one bit apart from his body. He issued a land certificate along with a note on the purchase of cows to the table.

Kusumonegoro looked at Michelle's parents.

“I hand over this dowry now because if it takes too long in my house the cows can be gondol maling.”

Kusumonegoro moved it closer. “Still on my behalf, go back to your own name if you want to be commercialized.”

Prambudi brushed off Marisa's hand to check on her. He politely clenched his hands together, apologizing for his wife's carelessness.

Kusumonegoro straightened his body, staring at Prambudi. “Since the beginning I agreed to give this all I already understand the point.”

Kusumonegoro touched the shoulder of his son who lowered his head. “Receive my son with all his shortcomings and appreciate his pride that is only childless, I understand this is not comparable to what Michelle Josefine Prambudi has. But accept him.”

Michelle's eyelids were glazed over, she hid her face behind Prambudi's back which felt an unbearable tightness.

“I just want Michelle to be happy in her life and the real condition of marrying my son is just to love her in earnest and I've received her earnestness from the 21 cows.” Prambudi received a dowry cow purchase note and kept it in his pants pocket. Leave the land certificate and move it closer to the owner.

“For a grandson until later, from my daughter's womb.” Prambudi clenched his hands and Michelle's cry exploded, followed by Marisa's sobs that shocked the entire house.

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