The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 49: Red Thread Strands of Destiny

Mesha asked for permission to return to the room, after hearing the story of his helper. She lowered her dress sleeve, looking at the birthmark she had from the reflection of the frosted mirror. The faded red birthmark is round like a coin on his left shoulder.

Mesha was ringing with the words of Sri's husband who introduced himself with the name Zul. He rubbed the sign gently. It flashed in his mind as well, several times, he felt a stinging heat, at the place of the sign.

"Am I really that kind of person? Has a curse since birth?" mumbles Mesha. Then, tears melted from her pretty eyes again. He began to feel that the burden was too heavy to bear.

According to Zul, the Laweyan Shoulders will be spared from the curse if they are married seven times. However, who will marry a woman or a man who has married and killed his partner many times?

Mesha returned to the kitchen after crying. Cleanse and wash your face and eyes. He helped Sri prepare the trade. At six o'clock in the morning, Zul said goodbye to work. With breakfast made by the wife.

"Mom, can I come to the shop, help?" asked Mesha when Sri began arranging the merchandise in a large basket to be taken to the stall.

"Why can't you? Come on!"

Mesha helped carry several containers filled with food, after bathing and changing her clothes. The simple clothes of Lastri, still make it look ayu. Sri's heart is so happy, like finding her daughter back. He wanted the girl to stay with him.

The wall clock in the stall shows seven o'clock. Some people had already started to crowd the place. Some of the young men who stopped by to eat, were fascinated to see the beauty of the girl who was now helping at the stall.

Sri's rames rice stall is not located on the protocol road. Although not as much as now its customers, but the results can still be for the daily needs of the husband and wife who began to age it. In addition to the cheap price, it also feels very liked by buyers. Some young mothers even buy food for their children after school.

The news of a beautiful girl who became a stall servant, quickly spread. From small shops nearby to offices and shops located on a large street.

No exception, in the office of Bentala Swarga Group. Some of his male employees started talking about the same female figure. Only Zayan did not care about such a trivial matter. Of course because in his heart, there was already another woman.

Zayan's co-workers, invited him to eat outside. However, he felt reluctant. Just as he picked up an intra-room phone to ask OB to help buy him lunch, a girl called his name.

"Grisa? What's up here?"

Zayan looked around, found an empty chair, and dragged it to the front of his desk. Let Grisa sit.

"It just so happened to pass, Mom. Oh, aye. I brought food. It's lunchtime, isn't it, Mas?"

Grisa placed a package on Zayan's desk.

"Well, thank you. How're you? Come on, eat it!" Zayan immediately opened the package, a dining box containing rice, vegetables and side dishes.

"I'll eat it later, Mommy."

Grisa sat waiting for Zayan to eat. Although feeling uncomfortable, but the man was not up to heart to drive the girl away.

After finishing the meal, Zayan cleaned the lunchbox and placed it under the table.

"Why put it under the table, Mom? Here, I'll throw it away!"

"No, eman-eman. Can make another place to eat. I'll wash it in the kitchen."

"Yes, my gosh, my mom! If you want, a nicer lunchbox, a lot at home." Grisa gave a small laugh hearing the sentence Zayan said.

Grisa looked around the office. The last time he came was when Giyan asked to buy him lunch. Some corner of the office, it hasn't changed. The two girls eyes were wet. Zayan caught the sight.

"Why? What's up?"

"It's okay, Mom. I just remember the time Gi worked in this office. If he's still alive, maybe you could be a close co-worker."

"Ah, sorry. It made you remember it again."

Zayan glanced at the timepiece that was coiled around his wrist.

"I want to pray. Do you want to come?"

Gris shook his head.

"Hall, Mum."

"Oh, okay."

"If so, I say goodbye, Mas Zay. May the internship be successful and become an employee here really."

"Yes, thanks. Greetings to my father and mother."

Elsewhere, Mayang was lying in his room. He did not want to eat and was not hospitalized. By force, Bagas called the nurse to his house to put up an infusion and doctors to ensure the health of his wife.

Mayang asked her husband many times. Where is Mesha. Some people were asked for help to find the princess.

"Tap the police station, ma'am. To ask for help," comfort Bagas.

Bagas remembered something that he had not yet come to Sakha's place.

"Mom, I went to Le Sakha's house first."

Mayang nodded weakly.

Bagas leave Mayang to his brother who lives not far from home. He left when the woman came home.

Arriving at Sakha's house. Bagas stood in front of the house, reluctant to enter. Some people looked at her astonishment, until one of Sakha's relatives recognized her and invited her in.

Ningsih's eyes looked blank, as Bagas approached to utter condolences. Yumna told her mother slowly.

Ningsih cried when she heard the words from Bagas. The woman apologized. In a moment, the two men were crying. Bagas felt guilty for letting his son-in-law die in vain due to his negligence.

Bagas followed all the processions until Sakha's body was buried. The man said goodbye when it was almost dusk.

"I haven't found it yet, Mesha, Mom. So I represent him apologizing as well."

"Oh, so the kid hasn't been found yet? Unfortunately, the Fatty. Must experience those things."

Yumna fell silent while listening to the chatter of her mother and the father of her former sister-in-law. For some reason, there was a sense of dislike in the heart of the girl. He thought, Mesha should be here, not his father. But I don't even know where it is now.

"Mom, why did Ma'am Sha leave? Didn't he drive Mas Kha's departure?" chirp Yumna when Bagas is gone.

"Mother don't know, Nduk. What I heard from the people's stories, Nduk Mesha ran over screaming hysterically. No one can hold it."

"Running around like a coward?"

"Hush! Watch what you say, Nduk. It's not good to hear others."

Yumna swore to find the woman and asked her what had happened that night. He just hasn't sincerely his favorite brother left just like that.

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