Chapter 87

"How about this one, Non?" asked Mbok Darmi. Shows a mustrad dress for Rachel to wear.

The girl wearing a pajama towel frowned. "I'm going to an official event, Mbok!" Rachel complained.

The old lady walked over. "Duh, mother's child, you are busy choosing clothes!" joked the big lady approaching Rahel and Mbok Darmi. The old lady was happy that Rachel finally accepted the match.

"Mother!" Rahel turned his head, "Yes ma'am, today Mas Bima invited me to come to his friend's wedding party. But I'm confused, which dress do I want to wear?" Rachel complained with a languid face, her eyes sweeping the clothes scattered on the bed.

The old madam pulled the corners of her lips into a small smile. Then he put his arm around Rachel's shoulder. "What if mom just picks it up?" bargained The old lady carved a comment on the corners of her lips.

"Can!" Rachel said enthusiastically.