Dowager Bohay

Mysterious Woman

Djiwa looked at the beautiful woman who greeted him. Trying to remember the name of the woman. Meanwhile the Rose instead stared back at Djiwa and the woman in front of him in turn.

"Who is it?" asked Djiwa who finally gave up and did not remember who the woman in front of him was.

The rose was now staring cynically at the woman. In the heart of Rose wondered whether Djiwa had ever had a relationship with the woman in front of him or not.

Before the woman replied, a little boy ran over and hit the woman. "Mama!"

"Hey, Honey! Careful dong!" said the beautiful woman gently.

The rose kept an eye on the woman in front of him. The woman's dress style looks elegant. Clearly from a rich family. Rose stroked his chest, just now that Melati's problem was over there was already a new rival.

An ugly mind approaches the rose. What if the boy turns out to be Djiwa's biological child?

The rose looked quickly at Djiwa and looked at him sharply full of probing. The soul looked back at the Rose and shook its head. Telling the Rose with body language that he is not the father of the child.

The boy pulled the dress worn by his mother as a sign that he asked to be carried. Quickly the beautiful woman raised her handsome and adorable child.

"Father!" The boy pointed towards Djiwa.

The soul and the rose looked at each other. The two are shocked to hear the boy designate Djiwa and call him Papa. The eyes of the Rose have begun to be inundated with tears that are ready to drip at any time. The test of life he thought was over was not yet. Will he be strong through all this.

"No, Honey. Papa you are paying for the order," said the beautiful woman softly.

Roses and compact souls sigh in relief. The soul holds the hand of the Rose and continues to hold it. Giving the Rose a little strength faced the mysterious woman in front of them. "Who are you?" asked Djiwa who could not stand it anymore, he again asked a question that had not been answered by the woman.

"Ih Mas Djiwa, I forgot about me?" The woman sat down in an empty chair in front of the Rose and the Soul without permission. "This who? Mas Djiwa's new wife?"

The Rose and the Soul looked at each other. The new wife question means Djiwa was married before. The calm that the Rose had just felt again turned gripping. He brushed off the hand of Djiwa who was holding his hand because he was upset.

"What do you mean? Yes, this is my wife. My first and only wife" replied Djiwa.

The woman took a croissant that had not been eaten by the rose and gave it to her son so as not to fuss. "For yes, Mas, I'll change if my order has come," said the woman casually.

"Hey, forget the croissants, if you want to grab all the cakes too. Answer my question first, what did you mean?" My soul began to burn with emotion. The rose had already brushed off his hand, meaning his wife was already angry as well. All this time never Rose brushed his hand even in a state of anger though.

"Questions?" The woman recalled the question she had asked earlier. "Oh .. Mas's wife."

The woman lowered her voice and moved her body slightly so that no one would hear what she was saying. "Didn't Mas's wife die from being poisoned with Mama Mas Djiwa?" ask the woman while whispering.

The eyes of the Rose broke to hear it. His body is getting creepy. Is it true that she was not the first wife of Djiwa and the previous wife of Djiwa was poisoned by Mother Mina?

The soul now remembered who the woman in front of him was. "Oh, Carmen! I think who you are! Where's Zaky?" Djiwa smiled and did not realize the change in the face of the now frightened Rose.

"Tuh, again at the cashier!" Carmen pointed at the handsome looking man from the upper middle class who was queuing up to pay.

The conscious soul has yet to introduce Carmen to the Rose. He also saw his wife who was now pale-faced. "Well, what's wrong with you, honey? Dizziness?"

Rose did not answer, he was still thinking with the words of a woman named Carmen who was busy feeding her son croissant. "Do you want warm water?" ask Djiwa again.

The rose shook its head. He dared to ask. All for the sake of his future and the child in his womb. If Mina's mother wanted to poison her, she would run away and would not let Mina find her. Actually Rose does not believe Mina's mother can do what the woman named Carmen said, but there is no harm in keeping watch, right?

"Mas, is it true that this woman said? My first wife has Mama poisoned?" ask the Rose with a scared face.

"Huh? Poisoned?" Djiwa thought about the Rose question and realized that all of this was his ignorance in the past. He smiled and rubbed his wife's arm gently. "Lied, Honey."

"liying?" tanya Roses and Carmen compact.

"Yes. Wira, her sister Carmen was trying to match me up with Carmen. I know that Zaky loves Carmen. So yes I made Carmen ilfil and Wira no longer betrothed us by making up stories that I was a widower and my first wife died from being poisoned by my stepmother. Stepmom is not Mama. Where do I have a stepmother? It could be finished first my stepmother if Mama knew Papa married again," replied Djiwa.

"Ih Mas Djiwa is very good at ngibul. I really do believe you!" said Carmen.

"I'm a tau acting whiz, not a ngibul jago." Djiwa was now looking at the Rose who was still looking at her with a sinister look. A combination of angry and upset gazes that have reached the crown.

"Sorry, Honey. It's just a story of the past. I didn't think Carmen would believe what I said. Honestly, I lied just to help my best friend." Djiwa explained to Rose, not wanting his wife to be angry and keep thinking. Raised the hands of the Rose and gently and lovingly kissed. "My wife is just you. Now and forever."

Roses can no longer be angry if Djiwa has treated him this sweet. "Yes. I'm just scared, Mom."

"No, my dear. Nothing like that will happen to you. Mama won't have the heart and I won't let anyone hurt you" promised Djiwa.

"Darling, how do you even join someone else anyway?" The voice of the man who had just arrived made the three people look compact. Only a child who is engrossed in his croissant does not look. He knew it belonged to his father.

"Well, Space Djiwa?" Zaky seemed to have just realized who the man sitting at a table with his wife was. "Well, that must be the Rose, right, the owner of the famous Widow's Garden?"

"Weits, Mr. Zaky, young businessman and father of one son. How you doing, Bro?" Djiwa stood up and greeted Zaky.

"Alhamdulillah. Then let's join one table. You know his wife who likes you to be proud in front of the children, Wa." Zaky stretched out his hand before sitting next to Carmen. "Me, I'm Zaky and this is my wife Carmen. This soul is one of the saviors of my relationship with my wife before."

"Roses." Roses returned Zaky's hand and now salutes Carmen. The smile on Rose's face was no longer as angry and worried as before.

"Are you pregnant? How many months has it been?" ask Carmen. "Eh, Mas Djiwa kok is not ngun-ngundang anyway his marriage. Hayo, do-don't ...."

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