Prejacently
11. Plan

The sound of alarm on the clock on the table is heard with the ringing tone of his voice. A slightly burly white hand pressed down on the top until the sound vanished.

Praja stepped up to tidy up the branded black watch that was in her hand after turning off the alarm of her watch that was on the table. Look at that cold guy beating the clock again. He woke up earlier than his clock.

Praja opened the big black curtains, taking a deep breath made the dark morning wind freely enter his sense of smell.

For Praja it is usual that he woke up and had prepared with a suit on his body in the clock that still shows 4 more hours it. Today there is a miting at seven in the morning and he should not be late to come even if the company is his own.

Praja stepped out of her room which was on the third floor. Tracing the steps of the stairs with such an authoritative step.

Praja's steps stopped to find Sumbawa who was doing gymnastics in the living room with dangdut music that was somewhat disturbing Praja's hearing.

Sumbawa looked back at Praja who was seen stepping towards the dining table.

"Ah, Chronicle!"

Sumbawa runs over to Praja, which is seen being served by several waiters for breakfast as usual. Bread with peanut butter mixed with chocolate, yes it's the food of Praja's favorite advice.

"Do you want to eat?"

Praja glanced at her with a flat face. As usual, there was no smile on the cold man.

Sumbawa ignored Praja's response, this was common for Sumbawa. If you take heart Praja's response then every day people will feel heartache.

Sumbawa pulled the chair right beside Praja making Praja take a sharp glance. Sumbawa took a sip of his salivary, as if he had been sitting wrongly.

"Ah, sorry!"

Sumbawa got up, pushed the chair back to how it was and ran a small chair that was quite far from Praja. No one had ever dared to sit next to the man.

"Em, can Opah say something?"

"Speak!"

Sumbawa gulped his saliva. He touched his chest, hopefully he didn't hang.

"You know what day tomorrow is?"

"Do I need to answer a question Opah already knows?"

Sumbawa threw away her pandagan while chewing indistinctly. Fate to have a granddaughter like this.

"Ah, you know tomorrow is Sunday. Didn't we already plan a wedding?"

The movement of the knife that cut the fresh bread that had been polished in addition to the brown beans came to a halt. Praja turned to look at Sumbawa who immediately looked down nervously. He spoke wrong this time.

"Retell it!"

That sentence was thrown from the lips of the cold man. After putting the remaining piece of bread into his mouth he gulped down the chocolate milk then got up from the chair and stepped away leaving the smiling Sumbawa happy.

Sumbawa got up from the chair and looked at Praja.

"Eum, Chaldea!"

Praja stopped her steps. He looked at Sumbawa who was still smiling there.

"Tomorrow is the wedding day so I plan to arrange the wedding decorations behind the house only. Do you agree?"

"Yes" answered Praja and turned back and continued to leave.

Sumbawa blinked both eyes several times. He did not expect that only a short answer was thrown from his grandson's lips.

"Em, today I plan to pick up the girl along with Digo. Can I guarantee Digo one full day?"

There was no answer from the man. Sumbawa thinks Praja will stop going if he talks.

"Ah, go again. But it's okay that he's agreed and that means today is a pretty busy day."

"That means today we're going to pick up the girl."

Sumbawa smiled with excitement. He ran over to the house phone and pressed a few buttons there.

Triiiiing!!!

The sound of the ringtone call on Digo's phone rang out and vibrated on the table which was illuminated by a fairly dim table lamp. A hand with a ring finger that has a white ring with yellow skin that comes out of the white blanket then penetrates the surface of the table looking for his cellphone.

Digo grabbed the phone and placed it in his ear until a voice from the sebrang could be heard.

"Sumbawa sir?"

Sumbawa kept the phone out of his ear. Digo's hoarse voice indicates that he has just been built from his sleep.

"Are you still asleep?"

"Sir, if I'm still sleeping then I won't answer the phone from you."

Sumbawa laughs.

"Ah, you are this. Did you exercise last night with your wife so you woke up late. Look at your master who has gone to the office."

Hearing that, Digo got up from his bed with both eyes round in surprise.

"depart? Is that right, sir?"

"You think I'm lying?"

Digo turned to look at the wall clock that still showed at five in the morning.

"God, that guy's a habit. Sir, please marry Mr. Praja quickly so he doesn't wake up early."

"Ah, you calm down! Now take a shower and get ready we'll go to the village to pick up the girl."

Digo patted his head and rubbed his disheveled hair.

"What is that village again? Sir, do you know?"

Digo turned his head to look at his wife, the Princess who was seen still sleeping soundly without using a single thread.

"My wife is angry because my suit is puked."

"Ah, don't be scolded by the wife. If he likes to be angry then just change the new one," he said and laughed.

"Finding a wife is easy but marrying her is hard."

"Ah, it's Digo! Now pick me up at home! Today we don't need to bring a driver and today you're the one who brought the car so that your head doesn't get dizzy like yesterday."

"Good Sir."

"Hurry up!"

"Eh, but sir what about miting?"

"What's fishing?"

"Master Praja has a miting schedule today at seven in the morning."

Sumbawa supports the waist. He rubbed the sweat on his face using a small towel that was above his neck.

"Just calm! I've asked Praja for permission.".

"He allowed?"

"Of course," replied Sumbawa proudly.

"Em, all right sir. I'll take a shower and go."

"Yes, hurry up. You know today is going to be a pretty busy day for us. I've decided to have the wedding behind the house."

"In addition to being behind a large house, no one will know about this marriage."

Digo scratched his itchy head.

"Then his guest?"

"Ah, why invite guests if we have a lot of servants to be guests."

Digo nodded with both of his eyes still closed.

"But sir does the girl already know that she wants to be picked up?"

"No need to think about it! Get up and get ready!"

The connection was interrupted, making Digo stare at the screen with both eyes that still want to be closed.