'Oh my God, what about me? Why am I not willing to see Mr. Mahen enjoying the body of my future wife,' thought Arseno.
'Wait, future wife? Since when did I acknowledge her as a future wife?' Arseno thought while looking at Jingga.
Jingga was still staring at the place where the jewelry they had lived.
"I wanted to see the gold there, Mr. Arseno," said Jingga.
"What for?" asked Arseno.
"I want to buy gold for Mrs. Sri and Mrs. Dwi," said Jingga.
"Mrs. Sri and Mrs. Dwi? Mother of the orphanage? Why do you want to give them?" asked Arseno.
"As a form of gratitude because they have taken care of me since I was little until now, Mr. Arseno. Losing both of my parents made me feel like I lost my sense of zest for life, but they were both the ones who rebuilt my mentality, my love for them is the same as my love for my parents," said Jingga.
Arseno was silent hearing Jingga's words. Arseno really did not expect that the woman who would become his wife had a dark past. But seeing his enthusiasm and joy at this time did not think that he was a child whose parents were left in an accident.
Arseno suddenly had a headache, the image of him having an accident in his life is now in his mind.
"Ow," said Arseno in pain. Arseno who was in pain immediately grabbed his head.
"Mr. Arseno, are you all right?" asked Jingga who touched Arseno's body.
"Don't ever touch me," shouted Arseno.
Jingga received a shout from Arseno, immediately released Arseno.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Arseno," said Jingga stepping back.
"Arseno!" shouted Mrs. Diva from a distance.
Mrs. Diva, Mr. David and Secretary Niko immediately approached Arseno.
Jingga stepped back again.
"Are you okay?" asked Mrs. Diva.
"No Ma, I had a little headache," said Arseno.
"Mrs. Diva, Mr. David, I'm sorry, but I didn't do anything I just told about my life," said Jingga scared.
'Surely Jingga told about the loss of his parents, Oh my God, how is this?' thought Mrs. Diva.
"Niko and Papa take Arseno to a place to eat, I want to talk to Jingga first," said Mrs. Diva.
Jingga immediately panicked because he didn't do anything.
"Jingga, I beg you not to tell Arseno your past again," said Mrs. Diva.
"So why Mrs. Diva?" Jingga asked confused.
"I beg you, because there is a sensitive thing in Arseno's brain that makes it easy for him to get headaches when it comes to the past. So, I hope you can understand that, Jingga," said Mrs. Diva.
"Yes, Mrs. Diva," said Jingga who was still curious but didn't have the courage to ask further.
'Does Mister Arseno have a past that is also very painful? If so, what is the past? Why does it seem like the past gave Mr. Arseno a headache?' Jingga thought.
"Let's eat first, Jingga," said Mrs. Diva.
"Yes, Mrs. Diva," answered Jingga.
Jingga and Mrs. Diva walked towards the dining area on the top floor of the mall.
Arseno, Papa and Secretary Niko were already sitting on one of the chairs there. Arseno seems to be getting better.
"Arseno, are you okay?" asked Mrs. Diva when she saw her son.
"Okay, Mama where are you from?" asked Arseno.
"I just finished talking to Jingga," said Mrs. Diva.
'Talk? What are you talking about? Did Mama blame Jingga for giving me a headache?' Arseno thought. Arseno glared at Jingga while Jingga could only look down.
"Sit down, Ma and also Jingga," said Mr. David.
"Yes Pa, let's sit down Jingga," said Mrs. Diva.
"Both Mrs. Diva and Mr. David," said Jingga, looking embarrassed.
"So the ring is safe right?" asked Arseno.
"Dear, this is your card, and the payment will be borne by Papa and Mama because this marriage is at the will of Papa and Mama," said Mrs. Diva, giving Arseno's card which was not in use.
"Okay," said Arseno taking the card.
"Have you ordered food?" asked Mrs. Diva.
"Not yet Ma, was waiting for Mama," said Mr. David.
"Okay, what do you want to order?" asked Mrs. Diva as she flipped through the menu book.
"Just steak," said Arseno.
"Dad, just make it the same," said Mr. David.
"Niko what do you want?" asked Mrs. Diva.
"Just like Mrs Diva," Secretary Niko replied.
"Jingga, come on, what do you want to eat?" asked Mrs. Diva while giving the menu book to Jingga.
Jingga was surprised to see the price of food there was equivalent to eating himself for 1 week.
"Mrs. Diva, I just ordered mineral water," said Jingga.
"Why is that? Aren't you hungry?" asked Mrs. Orange.
"No, Mrs. Diva," said Jingga lying because he couldn't afford the price of the food.
However, Jingga's lie was clearly seen by Arseno. Arseno was sure that Jingga was very hungry.
"Ma, just order a beef steak for Jingga, and let me pay for everything," said Arseno.
"No, Mr. Arseno," said Jingga.
"Don't pretend you're not hungry. Obviously I heard your stomach while chatting there, don't think about the price because I'll be the one paying for it here," said Arseno.
Jingga also bowed to hear the words of her future husband.
"Yes, ma'am, we ordered a double beef steak, 5 portions, drink all guava juice," said Mrs. Diva.
"Okay madam, we repeat, 5 servings of double beef steak with 5 glasses of guava juice," explained the waiter.
"Yes," said Mrs Diva.
"Okay, we will prepare the order, Madam and Sir, please wait," said the waiter.
The waiter immediately left those who were sitting.
"So everything is done right?" asked Mr. David.
"Yes, everything has been taken care of, just take the wedding ring, and Jingga, we will give you 500 invitations," said Mrs. Diva.
"500 invitations? That's too much madam," said Jingga.
"Is that true?" asked Mrs. Diva, looking thoughtful.
"We even provided 1500 Orange invitations," continued Mrs. Diva.
"Jingga just take 100, madam because Jingga doesn't have many relatives," said Jingga.
'100 invitations, who are they for? Hah, it turns out that he doesn't have anyone,' Arseno thought.
"100 invites? Is that enough?" asked Mr. David.
"That's enough, Mr. David. Jingga will only invite Jingga's school friends and orphanage children as well as Jingga's employees," said Jingga.
"Okay, if it's not enough, you'll let us know so we can add it," said Mr. David.
"Okay Mr. David, thank you very much," said Jingga.
"Yes, you will list the names you will invite and give us their names, later we will deliver the invitations to you," said Mrs. Diva.
"Okay, Mrs. Diva, who will I give it to later?" asked Jingga.
"Same Niko, later Niko will go to your boutique," said Mrs. Diva.
Orange smiled and nodded.
15 minutes passed now their steak order arrived. The fragrance has been smelled, now they suddenly look together at the food that is now in front of their respective tables.
'This is rich people's food? Oh my God can my stomach take it? But this is only meat, I think my stomach can accept it,' Jingga thought.