Prejacently
8. Like Witches?

"Send him home!" tell Fatia to step inside the house.

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Sumbawa occasionally glanced at Praja from the reflection of the mirror that showed Praja who was now silent while biting the tip of her hand. Sumbawa has a right with the personality of Praja, if it is like this then Praja is thinking about something.

Now Sumbawa also feels bad for Praja for having betrothed him to a girl he does not know and even without Sumbawa guess it turns out that the girl is still 17 years old and her nature is still like a child who still wants to play with his friends, but even worse the girl is playing with small children aged 10 years and under.

Is that supposed to be normal? She still wants to play then what if later she gets married to Praja.

Sumbawa let out a long sigh as this head felt dizzy after thinking about everything. If only this wasn't all for replying to what he had done that had hit the girl's father's car, maybe a matchmaking match would never have existed in this world.

Not long ago the car they were riding in now stopped right in front of the three-story house that was so very large and magnificent, the residence of Praja.

The servants who saw the arrival of his master's car immediately ran and lined up neatly to welcome Praja's arrival. The servants looked at each other as if to question why the Lord's car could be dirty like that.

Praja stepped down from the car after being opened by one of the black-clad male servants with an identification tag hanging from her chest. Well, he was one of the servants in charge of opening the doors of Praja's car, his name was Sabir.

Sabir saluted as Praja flashed before him with an expressionless flat face. Well, Sabir and the other servants were not surprised by Praja's facial expression, the cold and stern man seemed to have no feeling even the servants had never seen the Master laugh or even smile.

According to him, Mr. Praja is a firm man and has no heart well and believe me no girl can touch or knock the cold man's heart.  Let alone his heart, even the fingers of Praja never a girl who dared to touch him.    

"King! Praja! Wait!" call Sumbawa who is now making her move closer to Praja who is now stopping her steps when she arrives in the living room.

"What else is Opah?" ask Praja lazily.

Sumbawa swallowed her saliva, it felt like her grandson's gaze was as if stabbing her so sharply.

"Don't look at me like that, Praja!"

Praja breathed a long breath and then stepped back to make Sumbawa quickly step following in which direction Praja went.

"Are you angry?" ask Sumbawa who is now inside the elevator door which is now heading to the second floor.

"No," Praja answered briefly.

Sumbawa poked her lips and stepped back as she reached the second floor and followed Praja again.

"Prince, please son! Please don't make Opah talk to heart palpitations like this. Opah even always feels if Opah talks to strangers who are very respected in this world," explained Sumbawa.

Praja turned her head then looked seriously at her opponent who was now trying to smile even though honestly the smile looked depressed.

"I don't know why Opah would ever match me to a girl like that. Is Opah sure she won't drive me crazy?"

"Crazy? Come on, kid! That's not so bad."

"Opah, it's only been a day that I've met her, the girl that Opa wants to match up with me but what does she do to all of us?"

"He came with a dirty body mixed with mud and worse yet he littered the car with mud, soiling the car!" clearly Praja with emphasis on the tone at the end of his sentence.

"Opah tau, he's even more cunning than a witch. After this what else will he do?"

Praja's speech makes Sumbawa's breath feel tight. Just this time Sumbawa heard her grandson talk at length without ever stopping.

"Well, Opa tau but-"

"But what?" cut Praja.

"Opah please! How can I marry a girl who still wants to play?"

"You know what I've done. I did this because I hit his father. Please understand a little!" it was clear with his voice sounding soft.

Praja breathed a long breath and then she sat on her luxurious sofa while touching her dizzy forehead, it felt like the shadow of a creepy figure peering at the door of her car was still shadowed until now.

"Then what's next?" tanya Praja makes Sumbawa smile then come sit next to Praja.

"Wedding" whispered Sumbawa with a face so very bright.

"Wedding?" tanya Praja made Sumbawa nod.

Praja opened her mouth wanting to protest, but tried to hold her back.

"When?"

"Next week" he answered.

"What do you mean Monday?" tanya Praja made Sumbawa nod.

"I can't Monday" Praja said, rising from the sofa and stepping up to the large window so that the view of the home garden was clear.

"Why?" ask Sumbawa while getting up and standing behind Praja who is now behind her.

"I have an important meeting about building another office in one of the cities" Praja replied.

"Ah, you work meetings are indeed every day, Praja. When do you have time for marriage?" ask Sumbawa.

"When do I have time?" asked Praja in a questioning tone.

Praja paused for a moment then stepped towards the black phone and pressed one of the buttons there.

"Call Digo! Tell him to come to my room!" pinta Praja then stopped to touch the button.

Praja now stepped up and sat on her sofa chair while looking at Sumbawa who was now speechless with a face of astonishment. Praja grabs the book from her desk and opens it up acting like a busy ass.

"King, why call Digo?" ask Sumbawa.

"I'm in need of it" replied Praja presumably without looking at her opponent.

"Jasmine flowers grow on the floor, lotus flowers do not dig, I want to relax but Master calls again."

The sound of the pantun was heard making Sumbawa turn to look at Digo who was now stepping in while Praja did not turn her head in the slightest.

Sumbawa frowned confusedly staring at the white object attached to the two temples of Digo.

"What's in your head?"

"This, ah this is so that I don't feel dizzy Mr. Sumbawa. The street there is like it's never stepped on."

"Ehem."

Digo snapped his speech when he heard Praja's voice.

"You call me Sir?" asked Digo who was now standing while bowing his head, Digo suddenly became quiet.

"Randomize what my activities are tomorrow and one week ahead!" pinta Praja while tidying up her suit.