Sacred In Stain
Gawked

Chapters 166. Gawked

In the midst of the awkward atmosphere, the middle-aged woman selling ketupat greens waltzed in, ordering a bowl of chicken porridge while glancing at two people who had a glimpse of the elite, even seen from among the elite, also look at the parked luxury car.

“Whose good car is it? Where does that rich guy look like, sir? Are new citizens here. I just saw it,” he said.

“Oh, that car has Yudhistira's lawyer. Who came with his wife and son. The owner was in accordance with the appearance of his car, yes, authoritative and unpretentious. That one's the one.” The father of the porridge seller pointed his thumb towards the back of Yudhis and Khalisa. “They are not citizens here, only his wife used to live around us. I made the order, wait a minute."

Khalisa's impulsive reaction prompted Yudhis to respond quickly. Khalisa's hand grip was suddenly tight as well as the restless eyes on two middle-aged women who had sprung up in the tavern area, indicating his wife was feeling scared and uncomfortable. Yudhis countered the fingers, then whispered into Khalisa's ear, encouraging his obvious wife to suddenly shriek.

“Daddy Darling, let's continue to be picky. Why even stop? If you want, I'll buy all of Miss Windy's merchandise. Let you choose yourself at home. Which sea blue color looks good, which there is a picture of her shell.” Yudhis pointed to one of the scattered negligees on the table, leading Khalisa to re-elect and shift Khalisa's focus.

The mother porridge maker was stunned for a moment. Observing a beautiful figure in the presence of a handsome man standing right in front of Windy's trading negligee scattered on one of the tables. The tall strapping perlente man seemed to be helping choose a negligee with a sweet face.

“This, Mom. Khalisa again craved and wanted to buy my trading negligee. He wanted to be free to choose the future of one of the tables used to issue my merchandise. Also, I've got permission from my mom's husband to wear his desk.” Windy quickly explained that he was wearing one of the tables with consent.

“Iya, Mom. Mr. who asked Windy to wear his desk, let Neng Khalisa freely choose, again pregnant would be less comfortable if you choose while squatting.” The father of the porridge porridge join chiming after serving porridge for the mother of the vegetable ketupat seller who this morning came for breakfast on the spot.

The wife of the porridge maker still looked dazed, while the mother selling vegetable ketupat suddenly stopped stirring her porridge when she heard the familiar name heard by her ears. Take another glance with a different look now, both frowning.

“But, later if anyone wants to eat porridge here and another table is full, Windy trading even hinders our sustenance if the customer who comes does not get a seat,” protested to her husband.

The porridgeer put on a smile. “Don't worry, Mom. Our trading porridge today is sold out.”

The wife of the porridge maker frowned not understanding. “How sold? Obviously just now I saw the porridge in the pot there was still half of it. This father has been slipping in the morning!” the sewot protest .

“Iya, who came here to eat porridge today do not have to pay anymore and free to eat as much. Everything has been paid the same Mr. Lawyer Yudhistira, her husband Neng Khalisa, tuh that.” The father pointed his thumb towards the back of Yudhis who was having a thoughtful conversation with Khalisa.

“Hahs. Everything paid?” he was hit by disbelief.

“Iya, Mom. Here's the money.” The father took the money out of his pants pocket, showed it to his wife. “Our porridge today is completely sold out.”

While gnawing at the beautiful face that she had seen as well while digesting the explanation of her husband, the wife of the porridge maker asked the existence of his order with a dazed body language.

“Windy, where is my order negligee?” his question coincided with Yudhis summoning Windy.

“Se-everything? Driven forty pieces so?” windy was a bit confused and enthusiastic.

“Yes, please count how many in total. Want to be paid cash or transfer is up to Mbak Windy more delicious how.”

“Good. Once could. Oh my God, what dream did I have last night. Can Rejeki nomplok.” Windy eagerly opened the price list booklet, no longer remembering to answer the porridge wife's question.

“Lho, Win, if everything is sold, how about my order?” The wife of the porridgeer who was still confused interrupted Windy who pulled out his cell phone to count the total amount that Yudhis had asked for.

“Order for mom I bring tomorrow afternoon only. After all, I would buy credit without wanting to love DP, so I dulukan cash. It's also called sales, ma'am. Both mother sellers certainly understand which should be prioritized, which cash should certainly take precedence.”

“Bang do not need to buy everything. Mostly, in a moment I must have finished choosing,” whispered Khalisa to stop her husband's intentions.

“Nothing, Honey. After you are satisfied to choose, the rest can be given the same Ceu Wati and Bi Sejah. Or maybe you want to share with the lucky mothers who are here. Didn't you live in this area? Maybe you want to share with your neighbors and the surrounding people in this area. In addition to maintaining relationships, also the best-selling trade Windy. Maybe among those who are eating porridge here is a familiar neighbor you know?”

Yudhis voice was heard. Yudhis deliberately raised his tone. Striking with the word neighbor is familiar because in fact most are hostile to Khalisa. After a while ago chatting a lot with Windy about Khalisa's recent past he knew especially about the harshness of the judgment of the citizens here on the blemish of the wife which is not his fault at all, he said, yudhis will to defend and protect Khalisa is burning more than ever. Because it turns out not only the family of her ex-husband who inhumanely treats Khalisa, but also the surrounding residents.

Khalisa reviews the stinging smile. “But unfortunately there was never a neighbor who wanted to get along with me. Only Windy would be friends with me. It was also from the village next door, not residents here,” said, while circulating views to everyone who was in the porridge shop.

“Unda, Papa, Af already mamamnya. Cudah abis bubulnya.” Afkar, who had wanted to continue eating alone and refused to be fed, rushed at Yudhis while raising his hands and asked to be carried. Yudhis immediately complied with the request of the cute toddler whose mouth was blown away, wiping Afkar's mouth affectionately using his handkerchief.

“Printernya son of Papa. Can already eat by yourself until it runs out.” Yudhis praised sincerely, appreciating Afkar's efforts.

“Kan wants to be Kaka, Pa. So Afkar added pinter yes, son,” continued Khalisa who is now embraced by Yudhis.

The wife of the porridge maker is also the mother of the seller ketupat vegetables paled instantly. Their throat suddenly crumbled. The wife of the porridge seller held on to her husband, while the seller was fattening the vegetable dropped the spoon he was holding.

From that moment their ears seemed slow to digest when the name Khalisa was mentioned repeatedly because Khalisa they knew did not shine like this, very different from one hundred and eighty degrees. However, when Khalisa spoke louder and Afkar who scattered on the couple who stole the attention, they immediately realized, they realized, that the figure of the diamond tub that was present in the middle of them was accompanied by the extraordinary man was Khalisa whom they had once cursed maki, which they stamped with a lowly label of dirty hina dina.

“Kha-Khalisa?”

Seriate.