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3. The Intoxicating Journey

"But I'm sorry, sir, why should I take care of the woman who will later become Master's wife?"

"Wife?"

"Well, wife. The woman who has been married to a man is called a wife," he explained proudly because at this time he knew because he had been a husband a few months ago.

"Then why am I taking care of him, sir?"

"Because you're married and you know what a woman needs."

"Ah, sir come on! Taking care of my wife's needs at home makes me very dizzy, especially if I have to take care of your wife's needs" said Digo. 

"You do what I want, Digo!" Firmly Praja made Digo swallow. If it's like this then there's no other choice. Digo must comply.

"When do we meet your future wife?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" ask Digo hysterically.

"What's wrong? Why is it so surprised?"

"We'll meet tomorrow then what are your preparations?"

Praja got up from her seat and stepped towards the window to her back to Sandigo.

"We're just going to meet someone so there's no need for preparation."

Digo nodded. Well, there is no need for preparation if the one who will come is the Master. All the girls will of course agree if Mr. Praja comes to propose. Unlike him who must come to the barber, follow the scrub and everything to look attractive when proposing to his wife, Princess.

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The car drove at a moderate speed across the cobblestone road that managed to make the entire car shake simultaneously.  It's been a really bad long trip for Praja. His whole life he never walked this bad road.

However, on one side Praja felt very fascinated by the scenery in this place. A mountain of green tea that is so very soothing to the eyes. Very clean and cool air makes every breath so very meaningful. Tea pickers were seen waving their hands as Praja's luxury car passed by them.

In the mind of Praja that flashed was only this time there were those who dared to wave their hands for her. For a long time no one dared to do that. So far away the journey that is out of nowhere, Praja never found housing residents make him sure if the place of the girl is still far away.

Praja wants to ask if the girl's house is still far away, but an activity to ask her is open to her nature. He thought it was a waste of time and useless.

Today is the journey to the house of the girl who will be married to Praja according to the wishes of Sumbawa. Yep, Praja admits it's exhausting. After a few hours, he boarded a plane to the city of Bandung and landed on top of his company building, now he has to ride his luxury car and force his luxury car to climb in the mountains that store all the beauty that is unequaled.

Praja touched her forehead, resisting the dizziness due to the shock to the car. Praja occasionally closed both eyes when Digo vomited into the white crackle bag making Praja frown in disgust.

If only he had the strength, he would have hit Digo on the head. Praja is aware that the shock of this car can make people vomit but should not vomit into the bag of black crackle so that the white vomit color mixed with vegetables is not clearly visible.      

On one side the sound of laughter sounded so happy, Yap he Sumbawa, Opah the Praja who now sits at the front. It feels so happy in this car is Sumbawa.

"Are you drunk, Sandigo?" ask Sumbawa and laugh again.

"Just a little bit, Mr. Sumbawa," said Digo then again spewed his entrails into the bag of white crackle that is now almost full.

"Can you stop throwing up?!!" snapped Praja who had been unable to bear it since earlier heard and saw Digo vomit exactly like a pregnant woman.

"Sorry Sir, ueeeee!!!" His vomit made Sumbawa laugh.

Not long after Sumbawa stopped his laughter when the sharp eyes of Praja were on him.  

"Sorry," he said, then turned his seat.

"Oh Master! What road is this? Is this the way to hell?" ask Digo who can't stand it.

Praja again took a deep breath and chose to pop her head out toward the window. It felt like he wanted to get to his destination immediately and get rid of Digo's vomit sound that made him disgusted.

"Oh Opah, what girl are you marrying to your granddaughter?"

"What is the shape of the face of the girl who will marry me?"

"What is the shape of the face of the girl who lives in a mountain place with a road that makes me dizzy?"

"God what is this ordeal?"

Praja glanced slowly at the hordes of children of various ages who were now running on the edge of the muddy rice field. Seen from far away he saw a little girl with hair up to the waist running on the edge of the rice field while pulling a thread that flew a red kite with a colorful tail.

From here also seen some children who came running and laughing chasing the steps of the little girl in pink shirt to the knee with kite thread in her hand.    

Praja smiled, so very simply the way they were happy. Just by running and a kite has been able to make them laugh with its release.

This is very different from the lives of children who live in big cities. If those who look still aged 7 to 12 years are cool playing kites then it is different from city children who have even used minus glasses because they use cellphones and the like.

The front girl looked back at her friends behind her and looked up at her kite that was flying up there.

Looks so beautiful when their children managed to make Praja smile even though it looks faint. Well Praja is a man who is very stingy to smile.

Bruack!!!

Praja was surprised even though it was invisible from the look on his face if he was surprised when he saw the front girl holding the kite fell to the ground and submerged her front body into the mud of the rice field.