"Alright, thank you Mrs. Sumiyati, I know what I have to do," said Lisa quietly. She is in a bad mood. What if she gets married in the future then Rangga doesn't like her? Seeing Hilda's attitude just now, it's clear that she isn't happy about Lisa being her daughter-in-law.
Meanwhile in Rangga's bedroom, Hilda closed the door tightly. The middle-aged woman sat on the bed with her legs stretched out. Rangga stood right in front of his mother with a face full of question marks, asking, "Mom, what are you going to say to me?"
"Don't you know what I want to say?" Hilda's face changed drastically, twice as sour as before.
Rangga frowned at his mother. He put his hand in his pocket, his expression looked helpless, "Mom, come on .. I don't like to play guess! Quickly spill the beans!"