The Exchanging Soulmate
The house of Mela

Lisa set her breath. He remembered the last time he was here with his mother, only humiliation he got. "If you know there's an invitation for them, we should have loved them from the beginning, Mas, so I still have the energy to make patience."

Amar held Lisa's hand. "Don't be afraid, there I am. You're just enough, shut up, if they insult, don't fight, let me respond."

Lisa understood. They immediately knocked on Mela's door.

After a few minutes, the door was opened by Mela who was seen rubbing her eyes. Looks like he just finished his nap because they came.

"you guys? Why come here?" tanyanya cynic.

"Here, Mel, we're going to drop off the invitation" Lisa said.

Mela smiled obliquely. "Oh, then, come on, come on in."

"No need, Mel, we just want to send this, really."

"Udahlah, what a shame. Come in, it's not good when there's a guest I'm just idle outside, my cousin anyway." Mela is still pushy.

"Yes, Lis, let's go in, a rare opportunity to get into the house of a rich man" said Amar.

"Well, that's Amar tau. Come on, come in, let's you guys figure out how nice it is to sit on an expensive sofa." Mela opened the door wide and told them to come in.

After entering the house, they are welcome to sit on the sofa which he said Mela is expensive.

"Here, Mel, an invitation for you as well as Pakde and Bukde. My parents can't come, because it's busy." Lisa handed over two invitations to Mela.

Mela examined the invitation. "They're thin, cheap, huh?" Hanging and shaking invitations in the air.

"Yes, it's cheap anyway, why also make expensive invitations at the ends are in the trash," said Amar.

"Yes, but the luxury invitation gives a sign that we can, if you think it signifies that who gives kere," explained Mela.

"No problem, we don't care." Amar smiled sweetly.

"Oh yes, Lis, your wedding is later, what are the dishes? Must be a cheap dish, huh?"

"If so, why?" Amar replied again.

"Who told you to eat?"

"What the hell, Mar, is really bad." Mela was disturbed.

"Not so ordinary."

"You are, yes, Mar. It's cool, it's just coolies, it has no future. No need to be arrogant." Mela started insulting them.

"Then what's your problem?"

"It doesn't exist, but you don't. Your lives will be miserable."

"Kok know? You're a shaman now?"

"Yes, but I'm sure your lives are miserable."

"You just swore?"

"I'm just a hell."

"Well, right, shaman."

"No, ah, you guys are out now, I'm busy." Mela walked towards the door, then opened it.

Lisa and Amar went outside.

"Basic kere. I'm poor, belagu!"

"Kok know? Shaman right?"

"Aaaarrrrghhhh!" Mela slammed the door firmly. Leaves a giggling laugh from Lisa.

"Usually if he's angry with me, I can only be dim or cry. You're great, you know, Mas," said Lisa.

Amar just smiled. Silencing someone like Mela was an easy thing for him. They soon returned to Lisa's house. They've tried the wedding dress that Lisa's mom ordered. Very good and fits. They just have to wait for H day to become a halal couple as husband and wife.