Price of a Drop of Seed (Dinikahi Om Duda)
Chapter 31 Necil

"Don't know this, Om. Miranda feet are cramping. This pain in gerakin!" Answer while grimacing.

"Which one?" Jonathan is confused because Miranda did not say anything clear.

"This, Om. Right flank!"

Jonathan was about to touch her, but Miranda screamed.

"Oh Om, don't hold dong, this hurts!"

"Slow down."

Jonathan grabbed a handkerchief in his pocket to dry Miranda's wet feet, then immediately reached into their luggage bag on the table to pick up the aromatherapy oil and slowly poured it at Miranda's feet.

"Ouch, Om. Sick, gremeng-gremeng that's how it feels."

"Yes sorry, it's really slow!"

Jonathan remained patiently rubbing his wife's feet slowly to make it feel warm. Some time passed and Miranda felt comfortable.

"Is it still sick now?"

Miranda moved her not-so-long legs and nodded her head.

"Yes, Om. Now it's all right!" Miranda looked cheerful again because she did not feel what made her feel afraid.

"He stopped playing with the water, maybe your feet didn't get cold!"

Jonathan also called a hot coffee seller around the beach. He ordered two cups of coffee to warm their stomachs.

"How Much?"

"Twenty thousand, Bang!" Answer the man Jonathan's age.

Jonathan handed over a hundred thousand pieces of red money, and the seller said he had no change.

"Oh, don't you papa!"

With Ikhlas Jonathan giving up his money. Jonathan loves to give. This was not known to Miranda. Because usually Jonathan will channel his funds to the orphanage or to the nursing home.

Jonathan replied with a smile, until the man said goodbye.

"Well, Om very nice. It seems that the person's sales haven't sold much either!"

"You're right, Mir. May you bless him and his family. Then you drink the coffee first. Let your stomach warm!"

"Yes Om, thank you very much Om!"

"Aren't you tired of saying that?" Jonathan was concerned to hear his wife constantly say thank you even though the kindness was not directed at Miranda.

"No Om, if it should be according to Miranda."

"Tonight we'll stay at the hotel, do you want to?"

Hearing that Miranda's beautiful eyeballs immediately lit up, "Is it true that Om wants to take Miranda on her honeymoon?" His half-screaming speech had unconsciously invited the attention of people not far from where they were.

As usual, opinions began to arise about the humungan Miranda and Jonathan. Given that they have a significant age difference.

"Is, today's child. Same with Om, Om!" One of the girls' great-grandson.

"Yes, surely his intention is only to morotin doang because the man looks very rich" said another woman.

"Main to the hotel again, maybe want to sell yourself!" The timpal of one of the others made Jonathan who was initially silent so ride apitam.

"Emang why if I'm dating a snot kid? Did I hurt you all?" Jonathan boldly. Miranda is afraid Jonathan can't control her emotions.

"Udah Om, forget their words. What matters is that it's not!" Imbuh Miranda.

"The truth is that our words are not true? Are you still a kid? How about dating a grown man anyway?" The first one spoke.

"Oh, so that's why do you think I'm selling myself?" Miranda responded with a smile.

"Yes, can we make this accusation?" The person remains insistent on his stance that considers a pair of different ages to be perverted.

Not wanting their good name to be tainted, Jonathan showed them his marriage certificate.

"We were married three months ago, but I did postpone the party until the age of my wife stepped on a dozen years right. So the marriage book is not finished yet. Therefore please withdraw the words of those of you who consider our relationship to be forbidden" Jonathan said firmly.